The carriage was imposing. Xie Zhaozhao returned to the carriage, tears streaming down her face.
They say we can meet often, but how is that possible?
Let alone being thousands of miles apart, these few people are all rulers of a country, and they are not only busy with countless affairs of state every day.
Of the two who remained, one was his closest comrade-in-arms, and the other was his youngest daughter whom he could not acknowledge.
One was afflicted with a rare poison, while the other could only endure poverty and hardship.
Which one of them didn't rip out her heart?
Zhou Shaoyu pulled her into his arms, patted her back, and suddenly said with a sour tone, "Zhaozhao, take a closer look at me. Fifteen years have passed, and he's only seventeen. As for me, I'm almost fifty. If you don't look at me now, you won't have many more years to see me properly!"
"Nonsense." Xie Zhaozhao punched him.
If Xie Zhaozhao's luckiest moment in life was becoming emperor, it was meeting Zhou Shaoyu. This man always had a sophisticated air about him and could use the simplest words to make her quickly forget all her pain.
My heart was filled with sadness, but he chased it all away with just one sentence.
He wasn't good at sweet talk, but he always gave her the most appropriate tenderness.
Indeed, Xie Zhaozhao is thirty-five, while Emperor Chen is forty-seven, and Yin Jin'an is only seventeen.
Xie Zhaozhao took a good look at him. Even though Zhou Shaoyu was handsome in appearance, he was still a middle-aged man. After years of hard work, his temples had turned gray.
But so what? He is the person she loves most.
Xie Zhaozhao gently kissed the corner of his lips and said, "The journey is long, Your Excellency, please tell me the story of the Dali Temple again?"
Nanxing, who was riding a horse beside the carriage, suddenly straightened his back, looked around, and said to the other guards, "You all go to the carriage behind and protect the two princes. I'm enough to handle things here."
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