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Xiao Anrou didn't know what this "I'm sorry" meant at all, so she just subconsciously got close to her when she stretched out her hand.

She shouted in confusion, "Mother~"

The queen couldn't hold back any longer with this mother-in-law sound, and her tears seemed to burst from the dam, and she threw big ones on the pillow.

"Mom?" Xiao Anrou crawled onto the bed, stretched out her little hand, and wiped her tears carelessly, "Mom... cry... be good~"

Mammy translated to the queen, "The little princess is saying that if the queen doesn't cry, she will be good."

Xiao Rouan looked at her grandma, and then nodded.

"Mom, no, don't cry..."

The princess cried even harder. She suddenly realized what she had missed because of this paranoia in her heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Her eyes began to blur, and she kept saying sorry.

Seeing this, grandma stood up quickly and said, "Here comes the imperial doctor, please the imperial doctor!"

The Crown Princess was eventually rescued.

It wasn't until the spring of the new year, when Tu Qingyu's stomach was already four or five months old, that she truly reached her deathbed.

As a couple, it was impossible for Jiang Jingchuan not to come and see her for the last time.

"Your Majesty... I, I don't look good like this..." She had exquisite makeup, leaned on the bedside, looked at the man in front of her, and twitched the corner of her mouth with great effort, "Your Majesty, I really haven't seen you for a long time. ”

"Last night... I had a dream. In the dream, I was sitting in a sedan chair. I had just married into the East Palace. I was full of joy. Your Majesty, Your Majesty is so good-looking... After so many years, Your Majesty, you are still... just as you were back then. Time is with you, Your Majesty..."

When a person is about to die, even the most hard-hearted will soften, let alone after being married for so many years.

Jiang Jingchuan rarely softened his tone and echoed his words, "You are just as good-looking as before."

"Really? B-better..." Is she prettier than Tu Qingyu?

But when the words came to her lips, she still didn't ask. People are going to die, and they still need to have this self-awareness.

She wanted to make good use of His Majesty's little guilt now to make her An Rou feel better in the future.

She stretched out her skinny hand and covered Jiang Jingchuan's broad palm, "Your Majesty, for so many years... I, I have no regrets about being His Majesty's wife..."

"I did...some wrong things later. I'm sorry...I disappointed His Majesty..."

"No, you're doing fine."

"Anrou..."

"Don't worry, she is also my daughter, I will not treat her badly."

She looked at the man in front of her who finally looked kinder, feeling sad in her heart.

It turns out that only when he is about to die can he get a good look from the other party.

But now is not the time to worry about this, she can't waste any more time.

She raised her head and tears fell on the back of Jiang Jingchuan's hand.

"Your Majesty, can I, please see the noble concubine?" She held on and said every word.

Jiang Jingchuan was a little hesitant. Tu Qingyu was already five months pregnant. He was afraid of being offended if he asked her to come.

"Your Majesty, I know what you are thinking. After I leave... Tu Qingyu will definitely be the second queen. I just want to ask her for something. Don't you agree to this?"

He hesitated for a moment, looked at the queen's sincere eyes, and finally nodded.

As soon as he nodded, the Queen's aunt said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty is here."

Jiang Jingchuan immediately frowned and looked at the queen.

The queen smiled weakly, "I'm sorry, I don't know whether you... can agree to it, so I can only make my own decision and invite the people here first."

When Tu Qingyu came in, Jiang Jingchuan subconsciously let go of the queen's hand and stood up to help her.

"How did you get here? Are you tired?"

"You came in a sedan chair, don't worry, you're not tired." She patted Jiang Jingchuan's hand, "Your Majesty, please go out first. The Queen must have something she wants to talk to me alone."

Jiang Jingchuan frowned slightly, she shook his sleeves, and he finally nodded and went out.

Tu Qingyu held her belly and sat on the edge of the bed, "What do you want me to say?"

The queen's eyes fell on her belly, "It's been five months, it looks like... it looks like twins..."

"What I'm saying is that the imperial doctor has diagnosed the fetus as twins again." She gently put her hand on her belly.

The queen's vision was a little blurry, but even though she couldn't see clearly, she still felt that Tu Qingyu was absolutely beautiful.

"Tu Qingyu..." she called softly, "If you and I are not His Majesty's wives and concubines... I, I guess I can become good friends with you... I don't know."

"You're right, I often think so too."

"Really?" The queen smiled, "That's great."

She stretched out her hand to shake Tu Qingyu's hand, but unfortunately her hand was too weak. She lifted it again and again, but finally failed to lift it.

Tu Qingyu took the initiative to hold her hand, "What do you want to say?"

"I-I'm sorry...please forgive me for being...obsessed a while ago...I-I want to ask you something...as a mother..."

"You say."

"An Rou, I will let your majesty... give it to the concubine to raise. You don't need to worry too much. I just ask you to take care of her... When she grows up in the future, choose someone for her... A better husband... can spend this life safely and smoothly, which is enough..."

This was a mother's ardent plea before she died, and it was something that she would certainly not refuse.

What's more, she and the queen actually didn't have any deep hatred.

It's just a little girl, she can't tolerate it.

"I promise you, don't worry."

"Thank you..." She knew that Tu Qingyu's character was really not bad.

The Queen died on the sixth day of the second lunar month in the first year of Taichu in the Qianyuan Dynasty.

The funeral was hosted by Tu Qingyu and Lu Huaixi.

"How are you? Are you tired?" At night, Jiang Jingchuan sat on the bed and rubbed Tu Qingyu's legs.

Tu Qingyu leaned lazily on his side, holding a storybook in his hand, "It's okay, mainly because of Sister Huaixi. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be able to relax."

"If she feels tired, teach her everything to do."

"Isn't this bad? I think Sister Huaixi is so tired that she can't even straighten up."

"It's okay. It's time for her to exercise so that she can help you in the future."

"Assist me?" Tu Qingyu looked at her doubtfully, "What does your Majesty mean?"

Jiang Jingchuan reached out and pinched her nose, "Didn't you guess it? You still ask."

"But Your Majesty, I, I am a palace maid, and the ministers will not agree."

"Ha." Jiang Jingchuan sneered, "This Qianyuan is the Qianyuan of the Jiang family. I want them to agree?"

"Don't worry, I will prepare it. When you are out of confinement and the child's full-moon banquet is completed, I will hold the canonization ceremony."

"But I...can I really do it?"

"Why can't you? Don't think I don't know, you are smart."

The two were talking when they were interrupted by the loud cry of a baby.