She frowned, stood up and took two steps back.
A small action hurt the hearts of two men.
Ying Zheng: Honey, are you serious about taking a half step back?
Qin Shi Huang: You're not going to choose any of them? It's better to choose both...
After Chu Yuening moved away from the two of them, she finally breathed in some fresh air, but she was still secretly complaining in her heart.
Why are you so tall, one by one or two?
The air was sucked out.
A cool breeze blew by, the drunkenness gradually dissipated, and some of my rationality returned.
Chu Yuening looked at the two equally cold and majestic men, and without hesitation, she threw herself into the arms of her beloved husband.
"A Zheng, I'm so sleepy. I want to go home and sleep."
"Okay, my dear, I'll take you home right now."
Ying Zheng hugged his beloved wife tightly, his anger disappeared, and an unwavering tenderness and doting appeared between his brows.
Forget it, she still recognized him and knew to go home, that's enough.
The beautiful girls outside can't make any waves.
Qin Shi Huang, who was standing aside, looked at the two affectionate people with a gloomy expression. He clenched his fists, but soon released them dejectedly.
He knew he lost.
I lost because I met her too late, and we were not destined to be together.
Even with the Yin-Yang spell, he would never be able to win her heart.
Qin Shihuang gazed at the happy family, feeling the tender affection that did not belong to him, and tasted jealousy for the first time in his life.
It is like a poisonous snake, corroding the empty atrium and causing stinging pain all the time.
After comforting the person in his arms, Ying Zheng glanced at his defeated subordinates who overestimated their own abilities, then opened the time and space gate and left with his wife and children.
Unlike their parents who had no regrets, the three children were still a little reluctant to leave.
After all, they had been together for so long, and Qin Shihuang's kindness to them was sincere.
Their hearts are not made of stone, so they will naturally be moved.
Even though everyone ended up in a bad mood, at least he didn't hurt them and didn't leave without even saying goodbye.
"Father, bye. Take good care of yourself from now on! Don't stay up so late reviewing memorials every day!"
"Father, I have some technical drawings in my room that I can let the Mohist disciples study."
"Goodbye, Your Majesty."
"Humph, what's the point of seeing you again? Never again!"
The family members said goodbye one after another, some smiling and some angry.
"Madam, if there is an afterlife, I hope I will be the first one to meet you."
Qin Shi Huang took a deep look at the woman who had been haunting him, with unspeakable regret and unwillingness in his eyes.
Ignoring the furious person, he looked at the silent and indifferent young man with a complicated look in his eyes.
It seemed like guilt, seemed like relief, but in the end it just turned into a sincere blessing.
"Zhao Zhao, I wish you a life of joy and happiness without worries."
“…”
As expected, there was no response.
But at the last moment when the time tunnel closed, a deliberately cold farewell voice was heard.
"...see you later."
Hearing the awkward tone like a child throwing a tantrum, the emperor raised the corners of his lips slightly.
But when the bustle turned to silence, he felt an indescribable loneliness and solitude.
The people around had already tactfully left, leaving only a solitary figure in the vast and empty hall, just as before, as if nothing had changed.
But, not entirely.
Suddenly, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the palace gate, followed by a concerned call.
"Father!"
Fusu, who arrived late, couldn't help feeling distressed when he saw his father's lonely figure.
He had already learned the whole story from the Shadow Secret Guard.
My father did do something wrong, but he also failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a son. Fortunately, it is not too late.
"Father, my brother is a man of great affection. He will definitely come back to visit you."
Fusu walked to his father's side and comforted him carefully.
"Your son will also accompany you."
Hearing the familiar words, the emperor was in a trance for a moment.
He glanced sideways at his eldest son's face full of concern, and a warm feeling surged in his cold heart again.
"Um."
"Help me approve the memorial."
"Okay, it's my honor to be able to relieve your father's worries."
"You've improved in your smooth talking skills, but have you made any progress in other areas?"
"My brother said, 'When a man has been away for three days, he should be treated with new eyes.'"
"I am no longer the Fusu of the past."
"Oh? Really?"
"Hey, does the Emperor want to inspect it?"
"Let's talk about it tomorrow. We haven't finished reviewing the memorials today."
In the cold and solemn palace, the candlelight glowed with a warm yellow halo. In front of the desk, two figures, one black and one white, sat facing each other.
The father and son chatted for a while, and then each concentrated on reviewing the memorials.
The atmosphere was quiet, but not as cold and dead as usual. Instead, it was filled with a silent warmth.
The night is dark and the moonlight is gentle.
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