No matter what Yun bixue asked, Hao' er would answer truthfully.
Hearing about the mutiny, Yun bixue's heart clenched. She thought to herself, thank God Xie limo is fine.
When he learned that xiajun Yanwu was dead, he sighed a little, feeling that the world was truly ever-changing.
She also understood that the matter of the Imperial Palace might have come to an end.
Next, it was time for the various forces in the imperial capital to be purged and replaced.
After playing with Hao' er and the two children for a while, the two children grew tired and fell asleep.
Yun bixue asked Hao' er to stay for dinner. She asked the servants to add a few more dishes to make Hao' er's favorite.
Xiajun Zihao was a little touched.
Actually, without his mother, he was a little sensitive. He could feel who was good to him the best.
Now that he was the king, everyone would be respectful to him. This was the only place he could feel motherly love.
