"You are not allowed to set foot in the palace again without being summoned."
After Xu Jinghuai finished speaking, he glanced at Princess Fengling and then looked at his aunt.
Like his mother, his aunt was a gentle, calm and righteous woman. She had loved him since he was a child and treated him as her own son.
Xu Jinghuai would never do anything to hurt his aunt, but if one day things really reached a point where he could no longer tolerate it, he would not recognize this blood relationship.
Xu Jinghuai's aunt, Gu, naturally saw what Xu Jinghuai was thinking about, and was grateful that he still thought of her as his aunt even though he was now on the throne. Her eyes instantly turned red.
Huai'er has grown up and become a towering tree. He is no longer the little boy who never grows up in her heart.
But he is still her nephew, and the blood relationship between them can never be severed.
She knelt and saluted, "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will discipline my daughter well and will never cause Your Majesty any more trouble."
Xu Jinghuai did not respond, but turned around, walked to the desk and picked up a memorial.
After thinking for a moment, he spoke.
"Back off."
In the Qinzheng Hall, the doors and windows were closed and the air was thick with ambergris.
Xu Jinghuai was exhausted both physically and mentally. He supported his forehead with one hand and watched his aunt and her family go away.
The palace door was closed and the palace maids had already been taken away by the guards.
He was the only one left in the hall.
He tapped the table with his fingers, and a heavy sleepiness came over him.
As his eyelids slowly closed, he was suddenly pulled into a dream and heard Yan Yunshu's shrill cry, "Don't die, Xu Jinghuai! Don't die!"
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