Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 1190 Is It Wrong That I Love You?

He turned his back to the sky and took a deep breath, as if thousands of words were backlogged in his chest, making him unable to vomit. "You know? Sometimes I dare not face you, dare not face your eyes, it makes me feel that you are so far away..."

He leaned slightly towards me, but didn't look back.

Is the emperor talking about his thoughts?It has nothing to do with the purpose of my coming here, so I quietly kept silent, not daring to interrupt his speech rashly.

"I know you will come, and I know what you want to say and do."

Hearing this, I knelt down and begged, "Your Majesty, Xiaotao is innocent, she shouldn't be involved, let alone end up being sentenced to death!"

The emperor nodded, and said helplessly: "I know, it's because of her bad luck, she knows something she shouldn't know. No matter what, I can't keep her!"

I looked at the emperor in shock, and shouted urgently: "The emperor..."

He waved his hand at me, signaling to be calm and anxious, then turned around, faced me and said, "I have my own reasons, and you will know why I did this after you listen to what I said." I had no choice but to close my eyes. He shut his mouth and listened patiently.

The emperor looked at me quietly, without making a sound for a long time, as if distracted.Finally, he withdrew his mind and lowered his head slightly ashamed, and said slowly in a deeper tone: "Mulan, I was wrong about this matter, and I apologize to you."

What, what?The emperor apologizes to me!I raised my head abruptly in surprise and surprise, and was meeting the emperor's dark eyes, in which there were many messages with unknown intentions flashing, in a word, his concern came from the heart.

The emperor realized that he was wrong, and knew how much his words hurt me?

I took a sharp breath, my eyes became hot, and tears of grievance burst out of my eyes, streaming down my face one after another.My lips trembled uncontrollably. At this moment, nothing I said would shock the emperor more than tears. He looked at me, his narrowed black eyes filled with distress and love that could easily go unnoticed.

My knees went limp, and I knelt down on the ground weakly, with my hands resting on the ground, weeping uncontrollably, "Your Majesty, I beg you..."

The emperor seemed to know what I was going to say, turned around and stopped looking at my tears, and said in a low voice: "Is it wrong for me to love someone?"

(End of this chapter)