Chapter 1787 The ruthless mother of the empress (78)

   So, under his father's teaching over and over again, he became devoid of feelings, and would not stay for anyone, anything, or anything, even after his father died, because he was used to it.

   But now, the Empress, who is the Empress, told him that there is nothing wrong with having love in her heart.

  Yuan Jiateng laughed sadly.

   The monster who was taught not to have love since childhood is now in love with a person, how ridiculous.

   What's even more ridiculous is that when he realizes this love, that person is about to die.

  Yuan Jiateng grabbed Yin Yin's sleeve and said, "Mother, I am willing to give up the fight for the throne, you can give me the Tianshan Snow Lotus."

Yin Yin shook his head: "I'm sorry, even if you want to, but the mother emperor has no Tianshan snow lotus to give you. The royal family only has one 10,000-year-old Tianshan snow lotus, which was taken by Zhen to save Jing Guijun's life... "

"Impossible, impossible, Empress, you are lying to me, aren't you? There must be more." Yuan Jiateng clenched Yin Yin's sleeve tightly, and was unwilling to let go, as if it was the end A lifesaver.

   But all he saw was Yin Yin shaking his head helplessly.

   Yuan Jiateng's hand fell weakly.

  I don't know how long it took, he walked out of the imperial study, the whole person was confused, like a walking corpse without a soul.

   Yuan Jiateng didn't know how he got back to his house.

   By the time he reacted, he had already arrived at Tinglan Garden.

  The imperial physician was still kneeling. They sighed when they saw Yuan Jiateng returning in a daze. They had already guessed the result of the first prince going to the palace.

   On the bed, Zhao Wanwan was still in a coma, and her face looked worse than before.

  The twins were lying on the bed, one carefully snuggled beside Zhao Wanwan, the other curled up, and put her little face in Zhao Wanwan's palm, as if trying to warm her mother's hand.

   There were still tears on their faces, and their eyes were red.

   Seeing Yuan Jiateng approaching, Zhan'er glared at him immediately, like a little beast, trying to scare Yuan Jiateng away, his expression was fierce, obviously he didn't want Yuan Jiateng to get close to their mother.

   When Yuan Jiateng came over, Xi'er stretched out her little hand and pushed Yuan Jiateng hard, but her voice was very firm: "Bad, bad, go, go..."

   Looking at the two children who glared at him, Yuan Jiateng realized what he had done all these years.

   Struggle for power and profit, indulge in beauty, turn a blind eye to his wife's favor, and be indifferent to children.

   What qualifications does he have to be a husband and a father?

  He sat down beside the bed and let Xi'er's little fist fall on him.

   His fists were clenched tightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were bulging. He seemed to be trying his best to endure something.

   He was short of breath and had little strength, like a beast that was dying and was lingering.

   His head was lowered, his back was completely bent, helpless and panicked.

  Xi'er saw him like this, her little fist stopped.

   After a while, she slowly retracted her little fist, biting her little lips and sobbing in a low voice.

  Yuan Jiateng asked the imperial physicians to leave, and asked Oriole and the others to carry the dragon and phoenix down. In the room, only Zhao Wanwan, who was in a coma, and him were left.

   Yuan Jiateng got on the bed, lay beside Zhao Wanwan, took his wife into his arms, and the two were close to each other.

   (end of this chapter)