Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 1164
"I'm not from the harem, there is no conflict of interest between us, why do you think so?" I wondered.

Ying Ning took a deep and long breath, her straight waist finally bent down, and her whole body knelt down on the ground, supporting her body with her hands, and her whole body collapsed.

I walked back and sat down on the stool next to her, "You can doubt my sincerity, after all, we haven't known each other for a few days. But you can think about it the other way around, even if I know something, it won't do you any harm , maybe it can help you?"

"Concubine Hui treats you like a sister..." She suddenly said something inexplicable,
I was slightly startled, and couldn't help wondering what she meant by saying this, "Yes, that's because I have no conflict of interest with anyone. To Concubine Hui and the women in the harem, I am just a foreign guest."

"But you have influenced many people." She murmured absentmindedly.

"I only know a few empresses. Except for Changchun Palace and Xianfu Palace, I have no relationship with other empresses, so I can't talk about influence." I said patiently and calmly. "If you trust me, you can talk about your affairs. What happened last night that made the emperor furious?" I decided to get straight to the point and stop going around in circles with her.

Ying Ning's hands slowly clenched into fists, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her mood fluctuated.

"Can I ask you one thing?"

"If I can do it." I said lightly.

Ying Ning lowered her head, her body trembled slightly, a tear fell to the ground, she tried her best to hold back the tears and said, "Please tell him something for me..."

My heart moved, and I immediately knew that he was referring to Wei Zheng in her words, "Tell him, I can't repay his love in this life...Tell him, I will always remember his kindness..." She choked up and said I couldn't go on anymore, and after a while, I continued to cry: "Tell him again, if there is no destiny in the previous life, I will renew the wish in the next life..."

Speaking of which, she prostrated herself on the ground and wept uncontrollably.

The emotions she had suppressed for a long time were finally released at this moment, she shrugged her shoulders, and she didn't care about her image at all.

After listening to the last line of the poem she read, I suddenly remembered what kind of love poem it was.

(End of this chapter)