Baili Jingqi fell down.

Although an old doctor still lives with a silver needle, no one can promise when Baili Jingqi will wake up.

So Huo Mingzhu stood out, holding her five-year-old Bai Liyan in her hand, standing on the most noble dragon chair of Dayong, looking at the next group of ministers, her face was frosty all the time, and her eyes were cold and inhumane.

"Niang Niang, you... Rest early."

Cao An looked at the woman behind the desk in the imperial library. Once upon a time, another master was sitting in that position.

He had been so comforted to take care of his body, but he exhausted all the energy of his life, just to give the woman and her children a peaceful and prosperous life.

But after all, it's such a big country. In times of peace and prosperity, there are endless state affairs to deal with.

Looking at the empress who became the only one in a short period of time, Cao An could not bear to see that he calmly dealt with the memorial as high as the mountain day and night as his majesty used to.

"It's very late, madam. You have a rest early. It's not too late for you to read it after tomorrow and tomorrow morning."

Cao An hoarse voice to comfort, but looking at the empress's expressionless face one by one seriously read the memorial, can only deep, silent sigh, will put on the table in the inkstone and add some water to grind up.

Huo Mingzhu blinked her dry eyes.

Tired?

She is very tired.

After she really began to take over the state affairs once handled by Baili Jingqi, she realized that he was so tired.

There are many things that need the king of a country to make decisions one by one. It seems that there are always endless things that will flow into the imperial study. Even if she does it one by one, there is always an endless illusion.

But she would rather be so tired and so hard.

Only in this way, she was able to stop crying and thinking about the man who was lying on the bed with only a breath left.

Doing what he has done day after day, sitting in the place where he has sat, seems to make people have an illusion that he is around.

Besides, she needs to be him as soon as possible.

He left everything to himself and his children. If he falls down, he may not wake up again.

I can't indulge myself in grief and watch the prosperous dynasty he wanted to create fall with his fall.

You are tired. You are just resting. I am your woman, your wife, your child's mother and your queen. I will guard all these for you and wait for your return.

As a woman in the harem, she became the only master in power in the Dayong Dynasty. Naturally, some people would not accept it.

"This Guo Deli, his minister of rites, doesn't want to do it?"

With the sound of porcelain cracking, Cao An knelt down in a panic.

He just mistakenly saw the contents of the memorial, which was a speech by the Minister of rites, Guo Deli. In his gorgeous words, he accused the empress of being in power in the harem, and of neglecting the etiquette of Dayong.

"Come here, pass on the Minister of the Ministry of officials and the Ministry of punishment to the palace."

"Niang Niang"

Cao An was surprised. He seemed to be able to feel how the empress's anger wanted to vent. But when he wanted to admonish her, he came to his mouth. His eyes touched the empress's cold eyes, and he immediately stopped and turned to go out to give orders.