If you don't love someone, don't marry them. If you marry someone you don't love, even if you treat them well and generously, you're still letting them down—letting down yourself and letting others down.
He recalled his boastful words when he first arrived in Beijing: "Born into an era of great strife, every man should strive to achieve lasting fame. I have come here to achieve lasting fame."
If I am destined not to marry a woman with whom I can advance side by side in this life, then striving for lasting fame is not bad either. Let the world be the chessboard, and let me play the next game to achieve eternal glory.
Think about it, with just a pair of ordinary hands, you can influence the world's affairs and determine the rise and fall of dynasties. Isn't that more interesting than having a wife, children, and a warm bed?
"Lord Huo, His Majesty invites you in." Liang Yunsi came out of the hall, and Xie Yun, who had just come out, walked in front of him. He looked relaxed, which meant that Emperor Mingde had approved his request.
The two exchanged a glance, and Xie Yun nodded, indicating that he had succeeded. He then stepped aside.
Huo Baichuan politely raised his hand in a bow and followed Liang Yunsi into the Taihe Hall.
Emperor Mingde rubbed his temples with both hands, sat on the dragon throne, and closed his eyes to rest.
Hearing soft footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes and saw Huo Baichuan about to kneel in obeisance. He quickly waved his hand to stop him, saying, "Sit down."
Liang Yunsi arranged a chair for Huo Baichuan to sit on the left, and served him some newly tribute Maojian tea, the aroma of which filled the room.
"Is Wen Yan really Prince Jing's man?" Emperor Mingde asked, his head throbbing with pain, too weak even to muster the strength to be angry.
Huo Baichuan shook his head. "No, he is the man of the Wise Prince." He said a name that surprised Emperor Mingde.
His bloodshot eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, his gaze like two knives piercing Huo Baichuan. However, Huo Baichuan remained calm and showed no panic. "If Your Majesty does not believe me, you may send someone to the Prince Xian's residence to investigate."
"Someone, go to the Prince Xian's residence and summon Prince Xian and the Noble Consort to the palace." He couldn't find any reason to believe that the tutor of the prince and princess, whom he had carefully selected, was the deposed prince's man.
Back then, when the Imperial Concubine and his third brother plotted to seize the throne, to protect his reputation, he only imprisoned the mother and son. Although he didn't take their lives, he eliminated all their associates. How could he possibly still have spies planted in the palace? And he was the tutor of the princes and princesses. If everything was true, then his third brother was truly terrifying.
"How did you become so certain that Wen Yan has a problem?"
After considering for a moment, Huo Baichuan asked, "Does Your Majesty still remember the Hydrangea?"
"I remember that A-Qing once loved this flower the most, and it was this flower that caused her death." So many years have passed, and now when he thinks about it, his heart feels as if it is being torn apart.
Hydrangeas seem to possess a magical power, affecting everyone. Huo Baichuan and Emperor Mingde were discussing hydrangeas here, while Zhao Shu stood at the head of the horse, her gaze sweeping over a dense array of hydrangeas.
Large, fluffy hydrangeas float on the water, a breathtaking sight, like a fairyland, captivating the heart.
"Where did these flowers come from?" Xiao Guozi asked.
He asked what everyone was thinking: Where did the flowers come from?
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