Zhao Rao couldn't get any answers from Zhao Yong. She had only suspected before, but now she truly understood. Her royal father either had something on Lu Yaoyao, or he had something to ask of her.
With her royal father's way of doing things, he wouldn't leave anything behind. Even if he did, her royal father wouldn't care. Then he had something to ask of Lu Yaoyao. As the strongest emperor of the Qi Kingdom, what did he have to ask of Lu Yaoyao? Zhao Rao remembered that Lu Yaoyao was skilled in medicine. The rumors that her royal father was sick were true. He hadn't come to the capital to attend the founding ceremony, but to find Lu Yaoyao to treat his illness.
Zhao Rao wasn't surprised at all when she realized this. She should have known long ago, but she just wanted to know the real answer.
So … … he really was sick, and his illness was beyond cure. Even Duanmu Xiu couldn't cure him.
After hating Zhao Yong for so many years, Zhao Rao didn't feel relieved when she learned that he was seriously ill. Instead, she felt an indescribable sadness. She stared dazedly at Zhao Yong for a while before saying in a low voice, "I understand. Then I'll leave first."
"Wen 'er." Zhao Yong's heart clenched at the expression on his daughter's face. He called out to her, but didn't know what to say to her. "Zhen had you come to the capital for your own good."
Zhao Rao couldn't see what was good for her, but she wouldn't argue. "Yes, royal father."
The knot between father and daughter wasn't something that could be solved easily. Zhao Rao's emotions were complicated. She didn't feel Zhao Yong's helplessness and love for her. She walked out with her head lowered.
Song Honao walked in after a while. He glanced at Zhao Yong. "Your Majesty, the Eldest Princess seems very sad."
"Should zhen have listened to her and investigated her mother's death?" Zhao Yong asked Song Honao in a low voice.
"This subject was still young at the time and didn't know much about the matters between Your Majesty and the Empress." Song Honao calmly replied. He had long heard that the previous Empress was a woman with powerful methods, but she had died from a miscarriage. Just thinking about it made him sigh.
Zhao Yong sighed softly, "Seeing Wen'er like this, zhen thinks of the late Empress."
He and Cheng Ying were a loving couple at the beginning, but their personalities were too fierce. She didn't allow him to spoil other women, but he wanted to suppress her. In the end, she finally gave in, but she was no longer as arrogant as she was when she married him. She was depressed all day and he didn't like her, unknowingly distancing himself from her. However, he did not lack the dignity of an empress. No one would have thought that she would miscarry and die at such a young age.
"Wen 'er said that the late Empress was killed by Concubine De." Zhao Yong frowned and said, "What do you think?"
"I don't know either." Song Hongao thought to himself, how old was he at that time? He hadn't even been to the harem, okay? How would he know if Concubine De killed the late Empress? "The Eldest Princess must have her reasons for saying so. Did Your Majesty ask?"
Zhao Yong thought back to what happened twelve years ago, "Wen 'er and her mother were very close, and she used to be very rude to Concubine De. When the Empress passed away, she was too sad. Zhen sent her to the Cheng Family to stay for a few days. At first, she said that Concubine De killed the Empress, but zhen didn't take it to heart. After she returned from the Cheng Family, zhen didn't mention it again. zhen thought that she had recovered from her grief and no longer wronged Concubine De."
Song Hongao silently looked at Zhao Yong. No wonder the Eldest Princess hated the Emperor for so many years. It wasn't without reason. She had just lost her mother and was sent out of the palace. For a five or six-year-old girl, this was equivalent to abandoning her. How could the Eldest Princess feel good? That was equivalent to losing both her mother and father.
Zhao Yong turned to look at Song Hongao, "zhen did wrong?"
"What do you think, Your Majesty?" Song Hongao asked.
"Wen 'er hasn't smiled at zhen since then. It seems that zhen did wrong in the past." Zhao Yong sighed. If it wasn't for his illness, he wouldn't have thought about it so much.
Song Hongao lowered his eyes and didn't say anything. This was the Emperor's family matter. It wasn't good to talk too much about it.
The slightly dazed Zhao Wen didn't know that Zhao Yong was reflecting on himself. She couldn't hide the disappointment on her face as she returned to her room. At the door, she was stopped by Cheng Zheng.
"Wen 'er, what's wrong?" Cheng Zheng could tell with a glance that something was wrong with Zhao Rao. He immediately supported her shoulder and asked.
When Zhao Wen saw him, she immediately pushed him away. All of her sadness flew away and the only thing left in her mind was the scene of him kissing her in the carriage. She hid in her room and was about to close the door when Cheng Zheng blocked her with a hand.
"Where did you come from? Why do you look so pale?" Cheng Zheng looked down at her. She had already been avoiding him for a few days. He didn't want her to continue hiding from him.
"What does it have to do with you?" Zhao Rao's face turned red. She didn't dare face Cheng Zheng now. As long as she saw him, she would remember what happened that day. He was clearly her uncle, so how could he do something like that to her?
Just thinking about it made her feel uncomfortable.
Cheng Zheng looked at her with a funny smile, "Your matter is related to me. If you don't want others to laugh at you, then let me in. Wen 'er, if you keep hiding from me, I won't care anymore."
Don't care about what? Let everyone know that he did that to her? "You … … You're a great general. Aren't you afraid of others finding out and laughing at you? Who would treat their niece like that? "
"I'm not your real uncle," Cheng Zheng said as if it was a matter of fact. Seeing her relax a little, he immediately pushed open the door and entered. Before she could even react, he closed the door, "Wen 'er, you were the one who provoked me first."
Zhao Rao's heart was in her throat. She looked at him with fear and nervousness, "What do you want to do?"
Cheng Zheng walked towards her. Zhao Rao retreated step by step until there was no more room to retreat. Behind her was the bed. She fell onto the bed. Cheng Zheng took advantage of the situation to support her with both hands, pulling her into his embrace, "You've been hiding from me for two days. Do you understand now?"
"Understand what?" Zhao Rao's heartbeat sped up. She was afraid that others would find out that he was treating her like this. If that happened, she would lose all her reputation, "Cheng Zheng, even if you're not my biological uncle, I still have to call you uncle. If Imperial Father finds out that you're treating me like this, he'll definitely kill you."
"Will you tell the Emperor and let him kill me?" Cheng Zheng lowered his head, his hot breath on her earlobe, "Wen 'er, if I die, will you really not feel anything?"
Zhao Rao glared at him, "Go away!"
Cheng Zheng kissed her forehead, "I'll give you time. When my surname is no longer Cheng, you'll be mine."
"I don't like you." Zhao Rao shouted angrily, "You can't force me to do such a disgusting thing. I won't be with my own uncle."
"Heh heh." Cheng Zheng laughed coldly, his thin lips touching the corner of her lips, "Wen 'er, if you don't like me, who else can you like? Don't make me angry, or I won't bear to give you any time at all. "
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