Who would've thought Prince Yong was a good person? If he truly were, how could he bury his brother's only child alive?
Tianqi is becoming increasingly chaotic; she should hurry back to the main group. Those court conspiracies and bloodshed aren't something a small figure like her can influence.
Having obtained the information she wanted, Cheng Xiaoxiao let the two leave.
As for whether they can leave the gates of the Imperial Mausoleum, that's beyond her concern.
She held the little one she finally lulled to sleep, beginning to feel troubled. Can this little one travel back with her?
Even a grown-up finds it painful to time travel; how could a newborn withstand it?
One person and one system discussed for a long time but couldn't reach a conclusion.
The system had no choice but to seek help from the headquarters.
Suddenly, a mechanical voice sounded in her mind.
Ding!
