The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 571 is too special
"Yes," following Ling Juncheng's words, the Empress Dowager smiled coldly: "Aijia has no heart, your words are exactly the same as what the late emperor said when he died."

So he is the child who is most similar to the first emperor, even the charm of his speech and the words he uses are so similar!
I still remember that Emperor Xian was holding his last breath, staring at her who was kneeling in front of his couch.

He stared at her for a long time, before letting go of that tone, he exhausted all his strength and said to her: "You have no heart."

Those simple four words, but each word punishes the heart.

It used to cut her to pieces like countless blunt knives.

She had been pleasing that man all her life, but he left him such a word without any warmth when he was dying.

It took her a long time to digest this sentence, but now it was said again by the child he once loved the most.

Even the way he looked at her was no different from the way the late emperor looked at her back then.

"Emperor," she pursed her lips and smiled indifferently, "The heart of Aijia was shattered by the late Emperor, so what you said is correct."

"Aijia lost his heart many years ago."

Ling Juncheng slightly raised his tired eyelids and looked at her: "A person who has no heart, but knows how to love his little son, does he have no heart after all, or does he just have no heart for his son?"

Following Ling Juncheng's words, the Queen Mother couldn't help but look directly at him.

His deep eyes were so dim that they lost all luster, and what he could see at a glance were two abysses that could not be bottomed out.

Some images of his childhood suddenly appeared in his mind.

When he was more than a year old, he was just toddling.

His nurse took him to bask in the sun in the yard, and he disappeared without a trace.

When everyone was looking for him, they realized that he had actually gone to her bedroom, guarding her couch while she was sleeping at noon with his little feet and hands.

He was not noisy, and he didn't know how long he stood in front of her bed. As soon as she opened her eyes, he stood on tiptoe and stretched out his arm like a broken lotus root and coquettishly at her: "Mother, concubine, hug me!" .”

But after his childish words fell, the sleeping Ling Yuan burst into tears.

She was so angry that she lifted the quilt and got up from the couch, grabbed his back by the collar and carried him directly out of the bedroom.

The moment he was thrown outside the hall, he didn't even cry, but just looked at her quietly with those clear and innocent eyes, until she closed the door of the bedroom tightly, she vaguely heard his milking sound He said milkily to his wet nurse: "Mother, concubine, don't hug me."

After that, there was a dead silence outside the hall.

He never cried since he was a child, even the time he fell from the sycamore tree and almost lost half his life, he didn't say a word.

It was because he was very different from all other children, and she deeply felt that he was the greatest threat to her and Ling Yuan.

She could fight all the women in the palace, and after she became the empress in charge of the sixth palace, no one dared to challenge her authority.

But she can't win him.

Because he was so special that no one could ignore him just by standing there.

As he got older, his sharpness could not be concealed, and the first emperor favored him more and more, even ignoring all the princes and sons he once loved.

And Ling Yuan was an exception among the exceptions, the late emperor never looked at him directly, and the kindness that his father should have never fell on him.

The past is vivid in my mind, and once it is uncovered, it will be unspeakable pain and shame.

(End of this chapter)