"I don't know."
Cen Ang took a deep breath, stood up, and looked earnestly at his beloved son, asking...
"You know what Long'er is thinking, right? What she wants and what she wants to do are things that the Prince of Zhenbei can't satisfy."
“I know,” Lan Tingche said.
“If you stay with her, you will not be able to take revenge yourself, nor will you be able to return to your rightful place. In other words, you cannot compete with her for the throne.”
"Auntie knows that making this request is unfair to you... but..."
“But Long’er is my aunt’s daughter,” the man replied.
Lan Tingche understood that he was more important than Long'er. He had always known that even if his mother was Mingyue from his youth, it wouldn't matter.
"If that day ever comes, Auntie will stand on Long'er's side."
Cen Ang was dressed in purple peony silk, his hair draped behind him, only loosely tied into a bun at the back of his head and secured with a jade hairpin. His phoenix eyes held a hint of sadness and guilt.
“But my aunt couldn’t bear to kill me, so…”
"So my aunt will take me away from here and watch over me for the rest of her life, right?"
Cen Ang closed her eyes and nodded. It was her fault for being biased, but she really had no choice.
Huo Xiaolong was like the sunlight in her despair, dazzling and warm. Moreover, she didn't think Lan Tingche was more suitable for that position than Long'er. Her daughter truly cared about the people.
"Aunt, I gave her the military tally a long time ago, but do you think my mother will feel ashamed that I am the empress?"
"To be honest, from the moment I first fell in love, I was determined to follow Long'er. Although I didn't want to force her, but... there would be no one else by her side except me."
This means that even if Huo Xiaolong doesn't want to be with her, he has no other choice; he won't let any man related to love appear around his beloved.
There is absolutely no such possibility.
"You..."
Cen Ang didn't know what to say. This child wasn't very bright either.
Lan Tingche was unaware of his aunt's inner turmoil, still thinking about the warmth of his beloved's hand from earlier that day, and without realizing it, a smile appeared on his face.
The woman glanced at him again, really wanting to hand him a mirror to look at himself.
Oh well, he's the Crown Princess's child after all.
"It's too late, go back and rest."
"Yes, Auntie."
Love arises without warning, and deepens with time. The moonlight in the courtyard is bright and clear, like a jade plate hanging high in the sky.
I am finally of one heart with you, and we gaze at the bright moon together.
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