The Emperor was over fifty years old, his hair was white with age, looking entirely different from his younger days, except for those eyes that still held the same expression as when they looked upon Xiao Qinqin.
Apart from Sheng Qiaoyue, no one knew how much this man regretted his dealings with Xiao Qinqin.
He told Jin Zijin not to ruin the grand plan for a woman, but deep down, he actually hoped Jin Zijin would do so; he dearly wished for another chance from the heavens so that he could ruin the grand plan for that woman himself.
After his brief joy, the Emperor's eyes were filled with bitterness.
He said, "Qiaoyue, if only Qinqin were still alive, how wonderful that would be. She would be a grandmother now, what happiness that would bring..."
Sheng Qiaoyue stood beside the Emperor, listening to his ramblings like a statue.
Perhaps with sadness or anxiety.
Over the years, she had gotten used to it.
