In the art troupe, song ran finished her last line, " "Today my Fucha's son has become the Emperor and my wish has been fulfilled. Many thanks to the Empress for your concern. Chenqie Qianqian will not block your way and will not delay my son's future Qianqian."
The Empress looked at her contemptuously and then left. Fucha Shi sat on the edge of the bed. The light came on and his hair was combed neatly with a tassel hanging from the head of the flag. His expression was sad but relieved. She smiled and tears flowed down her face.
A hoarse voice came,"it's good, Yingluo, it's good, Yingluo."
After she finished speaking, she slowly closed her eyes and leaned against the bed.
The eunuch's voice was heard,"consort Xian, what's wrong?"
The screen slowly closed, and director Li's anxious heart was finally completely at ease. The little girl did not disappoint him. She did not disappoint him. She was entrusted with the task at the last minute and performed outstandingly.
