As the saying goes, the people who hurt you the most are often your closest relatives.
The harm caused by parents when a child is young will leave a shadow that will be indelible throughout the child's life.
Even an emperor who rules the world and is feared by the entire world would still be troubled by the frustrations of his childhood.
Ying Zheng stared at his beloved steadily, his expression still cold and reserved, his majestic phoenix eyes dark and deep, hiding emotions that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.
But as the person who has shared his life with him, how could Chu Yuening not see the hint of fragility and self-loathing hidden in him?
Her nose felt sore and her heart was filled with pain.
She didn't dare to imagine how A Zheng had gotten through those stormy and helpless days alone?
However, the past cannot be retrieved, so we can only cherish the present.
She will be with him forever for the rest of his life.
Use the sweetness of the second half of life to heal the bitterness of the first half of his life.
Chu Yuening threw herself into the man's broad arms, stood on tiptoe, held his face with both hands, stared straight into those phoenix eyes, and her cold voice was firmer than ever before.
"A Zheng is not that kind of person!"
"What do you mean by mean and ungrateful? It's clear that A Zheng has not forgotten a loyal minister. Even when the Queen Mother intended to abuse her power, you still tolerated her and treated her kindly."
"What do you mean by vengeance? Those people were clearly bullying the weak and taking advantage of their power, but now the tide has turned, and it's just tit-for-tat.
"Do you want to be a saint who allows others to bully her without fighting back?"
As she spoke, she was so angry that she started crying.
Wow, why is her little A Zheng so miserable?
Neither my father loves me nor my mother cares for me. I am just a daylily in the field.
Being hunted by the enemy and ignored by his homeland, he endured countless hardships and pressures that ordinary people could hardly bear.
The more I think about it, the sadder I feel, and the more I feel heartbroken.
Chu Yuening hugged her husband's waist tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, and her voice, which was just so aggressive, was now choked with sobs.
"Wow, wow...Osama is clearly the best person in the world, the greatest monarch, and worthy of all praise!"
Tears gradually soaked the lapels of the clothes, and the hot and wet liquid seeped through the clothes, penetrated into the skin, and also into the heart.
It's like the spring breeze melting the ice and snow.
It's like a clear spring moistening a dry field.
It was like moonlight filling the path.
In an instant, all the obsessions, depression, and self-loathing disappeared.
Ying Zheng hugged the person in his arms tightly, his dark and deep phoenix eyes seemed to be filled with a lake of clear light, bright and pure, without any more heavy haze that could not be dissolved.
In his lonely and independent life, there is now a bright moon to accompany him.
Why should we cling to the past?
All those who should be killed have been killed, and all those who should be avenged have been taken. He no longer cares about the family affection that is mixed with exploitation, betrayal, and hypocrisy.
Because now there is someone who gives him wholehearted love.
Now, he has accomplished great things, has a wife and children by his side, has an excellent heir, has greater ambitions, and has a better future.
He is already what Yue Ning calls a winner in life.
What else is there to be dissatisfied with?
The fragrance of the Albizia julibrissin flowers fills the air, and tender love flows.
At this moment, Ying Zheng was completely relieved.
I also reconciled with my stubborn and gloomy self when I was young.
After a while, the two calmed down.
Ying Zheng lifted his wife's chin and looked lovingly at her red nose, thick eyelashes with tears hanging on them, and pupils as clear as glass washed by tears.
He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips and sighed softly.
"Yuening is truly made of water."
The mature and mellow bass voice is full of pampering, elegant and magnetic, just like a cello, which makes people's hearts tingle.
A person who is always indifferent and introverted shows rare tenderness only for you. This contrast and attraction is extremely fatal to women.
Chu Yuening blushed immediately, and buried herself in the man's arms like a spoiled child, trying to defend herself in a soft voice.
"I, I'm not a crybaby..."
"Okay, no, Yue Ning is my beloved."
"Hey~ Ah Zheng, you are so corny~"
"Yuening doesn't like it?"
"...Just a little bit."
It is the hottest time of summer, the sound of cicadas is endless, and the air is filled with heat and noise.
Chu Yuening, who has always been afraid of heat, stayed in the cool palace and was unwilling to go out to be exposed to the scorching sun.
Only when the summer night fell did she happily take her husband to the night market.
The two men did not make a big fuss, but disguised themselves as civilians and asked guards to protect them secretly.
As the former capital of the State of Zhao, Handan is still very prosperous and bustling, with bright lights, crowded stalls and bustling crowds at the night market.
Chu Yuening was like a bird released from a cage, looking around and jumping for joy.
Sometimes she bought some delicious snacks, sometimes she picked out exquisite toys out of curiosity, and sometimes she joined in the fun with great interest.
Ying Zheng followed her closely, and looking at her bright and happy smile, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
The prosperity of the world is dazzling.
But he only had eyes for her.
After returning to the palace, Chu Yuening, who was sweating profusely, hurried to the bathroom to take a shower. Ying Zheng's eyes flashed slightly and he followed her.
After a while.
The sound of water sways, the clouds and rain are stirred, and spring feelings are rippled.
When everything returned to calm, Chu Yuening had changed into a turquoise strapless long dress with a gauze shawl of the same color draped over her shoulders, covering her skin as white as jade.
Her soft, wet black hair was draped behind her head, she looked lazy, and the rouge color at the corners of her eyes exuded a charming and springy charm.
Ying Zheng was also wearing a green robe. The warm and elegant light color gave him a touch of gentleness and elegance, but the satisfaction between his eyebrows revealed a sense of evil.
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