Huo Mingzhu is trying to get the old mother back to her harem to continue interrogation. Cao An, who comes with a group of guards, kneels down in front of her.

"Empress, the emperor calls you back to the palace immediately."

Cao An's rapid voice became sharper and sharper. Thinking about Bai Li Jingqi's body, Huo Mingzhu had to slow down for a while even if she wanted to continue to find out about Su Qin's death.

"Little noble son, you --"

Huo Mingzhu turned her head and looked at the little eunuch she had brought with her, pointed to the shivering old woman on the ground and said in a sharp voice, "she will be taken back to the palace immediately. No matter what the result of the interrogation, she will report to the palace immediately."

"Slave takes orders!"

The little noble son bowed himself to accept the order and was about to take the old woman away with him. Cao An quickly winked at a general behind him.

When Huo Mingzhu turned her head again, Cao An had recovered his calm face and was about to ask the queen to go out and drive her back to the palace.

The appearance of Su Qin's tragic death still lingers in my mind. Huo Mingzhu walks along and tells the general manager in the mansion.

"Let's bury Suzou first... Don't let her go alone. Wash her baby and put it in her arms... When I get back to the palace, I'll come to see Suzou buried myself."

Holding back the tears in her eyes, Huo Mingzhu listened to the sound of crying behind her, only felt that the whole heart was pulled up.

The driver drove directly into the palace, especially the car of Baili Jingqi. Cao An led the way, and no one dared to stop Huo Mingzhu.

"Here we are, madam." Cao An's careful voice sounded outside the curtain. Huo Mingzhu sucked her nose and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a brocade handkerchief. After finishing her appearance, she answered.

Someone had been waiting outside to lift the curtain. As soon as Huo Mingzhu raised her eyes, she saw Baili Jingqi standing on the steps.

I haven't seen you for a long time

The man who used to look at himself gently, cunningly, affectionately or obsessively is now waiting for himself on the ten steps away.

Mingming is so close that he seems to be able to touch his warm palm. Huo Mingzhu's nose is slightly sour, but he knows that a high wall has already been set up between him and himself.

"Long live the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor." Bending her knees slightly, Huo Mingzhu gets out of the car and salutes Baili Jingqi. Her movements are slow and impeccable, but it makes Baili Jingqi feel awe inspiring.

In the past, no matter in front of the public or alone, she never treated herself so alienated.

But now

"Come here." Bai Li Jing Qi's voice seems to be a little weak, and the nihility seems to be scattered in the wind at any time.

Huo Mingzhu always hung her head. She gently raised her skirt and approached him step by step with heavy and sad steps.

He finally agreed to see himself, but it was on the day of his most intimate death.

Eyes slowly filled with mist, Huo Mingzhu stubbornly refused to look up, let him see his weak appearance, in the distance from Baili Jingqi three steps away position steady stop.

But a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard in his direction. The unprepared Huo Mingzhu staggered two steps and fell into a chest that obviously felt much thinner.