Not finished talking
Fu Rou’s eyes went dark and she fainted.
"Miss, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."
"Someone come quickly, call the doctor, the young lady has fainted..."
Accompanied by the maid's exclamation.
The people in the Prime Minister's Mansion were in panic.
Just because the Prime Minister's beloved daughter fell into a coma,
The emperor loves his subjects and specially dispatched imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Bureau to treat them.
After the diagnosis, I got a sentence that made me feel depressed...
at night,
When everyone leaves.
Fu Rou woke up with empty eyes and let her tears slide down and wet the pillow.
[how so……]
[What is real? What is fake...]
[My father, whom I have always been proud of, turns out to be just like any other man in the world]
[All the vows and promises are false and cannot be counted]
[Mother trusts Father so much, if she knew the truth...]
Fu Rou didn't know how to accept these facts.
Even she found it hard to accept.
Moreover, how could her mother, who had always mistakenly believed that she was the only one favored by her father, continue to live...
Perhaps only by pretending not to know can I allow my already frail mother to live well.
Let mother live in the dream woven by father.
Fu Rou huddled in the corner of the bed, biting her lips tightly to prevent herself from crying out loud.
She would rather not have seen those things or heard those horrible facts.
She was still the beloved daughter of the prime minister, and her mother was still the prime minister's wife, envied by all the women in the city.
They lived in the dream woven by their father until the very end.
If only it could stay like this forever.
She knew nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing...
Fu Rou grabbed the corners of the quilt with both hands and covered her head with it.
After covering up the sound, he vented his feelings by crying loudly.
I cried for a long time.
Just at this moment.
Fu Rou felt a warmth on her back and was embraced by a familiar warm embrace.
"Be good, don't cry." Jiang Rao hugged his young wife tightly.
I didn't expect him to be out for such a while.
The young wife is sick and is crying so sadly.
When the young wife heard his voice, she turned around and buried her face in his arms.
"Jiang Rao... I found out that everything I thought was fake..."
"What is real? Why did it become like this... Can you tell me..."
Jiang Rao gently patted his young wife's back and comforted her with his resentment.
Sensing what the young wife saw through her resentment.
It's understandable that I'm so sad.
Perhaps, even he thought too simply of the old prime minister.
He disguises himself as a loving daughter and wife, but does things worse than those of beasts.
This atmosphere is deliberately created to build a good reputation.
What is the purpose?
In this dynasty, it is understandable to have many wives and concubines.
Why is it important to create a good image?
Jiang Rao frowned and thought.
He gently coaxed the young wife and calmed her emotions.
Fu Rou hid in the man's arms, as if she had found support, letting the tears flow down her face.
She didn't know what to do or what kind of mood she should have when facing her father.
It was difficult for her to pretend that nothing had happened.
The more Fu Rou thought about it, the more upset she felt, and she couldn't stop crying.
"Jiang Rao... I would rather not have seen it..."
"Mother is so weak, how could she bear the betrayal of my father..."
It is precisely because she is loved by her husband and has lived in the dream of love she has woven for many years.
One day, I found out that everything was fake, and the person beside me had already changed his heart...
Fu Rou's mind was in a mess, and she was hesitating whether to tell her mother about this.
After crying hard.
I feel much better.
Fu Rou looked up at the man and said, "Jiang Rao...what about you? Are you just lying to me? Now that you have gotten everything you want, you no longer cherish me..."
[Are you lying to me too...]
[Even my own father can do this, why should I ask you...]
[The answers I got were not what I wanted, they only added to my troubles...]
[All men in the world are really the same...]
The young wife was devastated and began to distrust what anyone said.
This is not a good phenomenon.
Jiang Rao held his young wife's face and kissed her between the eyebrows.
The petals between the eyebrows are lifelike and glowing.
It was a seal of loyalty to him.
He never doubted his young wife's love for him.
"Don't worry, my lady. I will never let you down in this life. If you break your oath, you will be struck by lightning and fall into eternal damnation."
The oath fell.
Do not disobey.
What to do.
He said so.
The young wife cried even harder.
She deliberately rubbed her tears onto his inner clothes.
He burst into laughter, "...You idiot..."
Jiang Rao coaxed his young wife well.
Strengthen her resentment to protect her body.
What happens next, my young wife might suffer a little...
It was just as he guessed.
Wake up.
The wind direction in the city has changed.
The Prime Minister is sick of falling in love with girls.
There has been no improvement in a few days.
People from the Imperial Hospital ran back and forth many times and left with sad faces.
It's as if I have some difficult and complicated disease that cannot be cured.
The people in the city spread rumors.
I’m afraid the Prime Minister’s daughter is not going to make it.
The story is so detailed and seems like a true story.
Prime Minister's Mansion.
Falling into dead silence,
Not even a conversation could be heard.
No one dares to be unlucky, for fear that they will be the next one to suffer.
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