Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 1411 I Can't Hand You Over
"No, I won't let you go." The emperor said in a low voice, shook his head, turned around, and took a deep breath while leaning on the railing, "The matter hasn't reached the point of last resort, and I can't hand you over to you." There must be another way to get out, I... will definitely figure it out." Seeing the emperor's hesitation and worry, this matter must have disturbed his mind.

"emperor……"

I was about to speak, but the emperor raised his hand to stop him, and said with a heavy heart: "Don't say anything, let me think about it for a few days. One mistake has already put two sons in danger, and I can't lose another one... I'm getting old, and I can't afford a second blow to my heart..."

After listening to his words, my nasal cavity was sore, and tears rolled in my eyes. "Your Majesty, Mulan knows that you are reluctant, and is also grateful to the Emperor for taking care of Mulan all the time. Let Mulan go. King Fan wants me, and no one can replace me. As long as the prince and elder brother come back safely, Mulan will be crushed." I don't hesitate, let Mulan take this opportunity to repay the emperor's kindness."

I knelt down to salute the emperor again. The emperor raised his head to the sky, took a deep breath, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You know, you always knew, didn't you?" His words implied something.

"...Yes." I whispered with tears in my eyes.For the first time, I didn't shy away from this sensitive matter.

The emperor didn't speak anymore, he clenched his fists and knocked on the railing, his chest heaved violently, and he didn't lean back. He turned around, his deep and dark eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at me full of heavy emotions that had accumulated for a long time. He clasped the railing so tightly that his fingertips turned blue-white.

I lowered my head, not daring to look into the emperor's eyes, that would only make my heart hurt even more.The emperor closed his eyes forcefully, tried his best to hide the pain and reluctance in his eyes, and nodded slowly, "Go down, I want to be quiet."

"Your Majesty..." If there was a second way, the Emperor would not be in such a difficult situation.

The emperor didn't let me continue, there was a little tenderness in the low tone, and he said softly: "Go down, go down." Seeing the emperor waving his hand, I had no choice but to bow down and kowtow, get up and walk outside.

There is no better solution to this matter, the emperor is not willing to hand me over, for fear that he will not be able to face himself in the future.

(End of this chapter)