Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 1958 Step by step, uncover the face 22
Xuanyuan Jian stared blankly at the thin body that the ship passed through, his head was completely confused. .

He wanted to kill the eldest grandson Miyue, how could that be?how come?
Wan'er's face was bloodless, and her whole body was like a fallen leaf in the wind, gradually falling down.

With quick hands and eyes, Xuanyuan Jian hugged her fallen body, tears streaming down her eyes: "Wan'er..."

The little girl hurried over, grabbed Wan'er's hand to feel her pulse, then shook her head helplessly at Xuanyuan Jian.

His sword hits the vital point, and there is no way to recover...

"Wan'er, did you do it on purpose, right? You rushed up on purpose, right? You just want to make me blame myself and make me feel sorry for you, right?" Xuanyuan Jian asked hoarsely.

Wan'er shook her head, and held Xuanyuan Jian's hand even tighter: "Jian, the days with you are the happiest days in my life, why am I willing to treat you like this?" She took a breath and continued: "I have always been I want to say sorry to you, because I lied to you once, but, but my affection for you has always been true, my life was saved by the empress, I owe her a life, and I helped her block it today I don’t owe her anything anymore for this sword strike.” After a pause, he took a few breaths, and then said, “I, I’ve always been very grateful to God for allowing me to meet you and let me know what Love, let me feel the feeling of being cared and loved by others. Such happiness, thank you, eldest prince, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely find you, and I will never lie to you again. Ship, take good care of Shier , don't tell him that his mother is such a person..."

After speaking these words, he gasped, stretched out a bloody hand, and slowly stretched it towards Xuanyuan Jian, wanting to touch his face, halfway through, the hand fell down weakly, his eyes slowly closed, and the corners of his eyes slowly closed. A drop of crystal tear fell.

"Ah." Xuanyuan Jian hugged Wan'er tightly, crying like a child.

It is said that men do not cry easily, but they have not reached the sad part.

All the soldiers at the border brought by the eldest prince put down their weapons, knelt down on their knees, and bowed their heads to express their condolences.

"Changsun Miyue, stop! You see another person died for you." The little girl said heartbrokenly.

"Stop?" Changsun Miyue said coldly, "My eldest grandson Miyue still doesn't know why to stop in this life."

"How much blood do you need to stain your hands to be satisfied?" Xuanyuan Hao roared in a low voice.

"Haha..." Changsun Miyue looked up to the sky and laughed for a long time before stopping: "Xuanyuanhao, since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Could it be that you are stained with your hand when you sit on the throne of the Emperor of the Eastern Jin Dynasty? Is there still less blood? You don’t want me to be stained with blood, okay, as long as you abdicate and pass the throne to my Ling’er, I will stop immediately.”

"I have been deeply poisoned, and there are not many days left. I will naturally abdicate, but today I will leave my words here. No matter what, I will not pass the throne to Xuanyuanling. Even if you kill me, the throne is impossible. It will be on Xuanyuan Ling's head."

What the emperor said made Changsun Yunyue grit her teeth angrily. It was in sharp contrast to the imperial concubine standing next to Xuanyuanhao.

The emperor said that he would not pass on the throne to Xuanyuan Ling anyway, so among the other princes, only her Qier was qualified, which meant that the throne would be passed on to Qier. She realized this, How can you not be excited?
(End of this chapter)