I changed into the wedding dress I had embroidered stitch by stitch.

After that day, I hadn't thought I could wear it again.

But I still finished embroidering it.

I pushed open the long-closed palace gate.

Even though the winter sun shone on my body, it was still cold.

"Your Majesty the Empress, please go back quickly. The Emperor has ordered that you are not to step out of the palace gate by even half a step."

I turned a deaf ear.

Walked straight towards Shen Weiming's sleeping quarters.

What is he doing now?

Is Song Wenying reporting to him that this child has already been dealt with?

The palace servants around me started pulling me back.

"What is in my stomach is the Emperor's child. If you block me again, you may as well give it a try."

They dared not to hinder me again.

One step.

Two steps.

The snowy path is always hard to walk.

I took out a white porcelain bottle, drained it in one go.

Indeed, the things in the palace are something else, even the abortion medicine is so sweet and tasty.

Child, I'm sorry.

It's mother who couldn't protect you.

This is what it feels like to be a mother.

Regret, yet powerless to struggle.

Can only watch as your own child is harmed by others.

The medicine took effect quickly.

My lower abdomen began to ache faintly.

My steps grew heavier with each pace.

I could feel the warm liquid trickling down my calves, soaking my wedding dress, the color of blood merging into one.

The maid trailing behind me suddenly pointed at the snow and screamed.

"Blood! It's blood!"

"Hurry up and report to the Emperor! Quickly!"

A sharp pain struck, and I fell onto the snow.

It felt like someone was twisting my insides with hands.

All my organs hurt.

I curled up, it made me feel a little better.

Weiming, it hurts so much.

Will our child feel the same pain?

I took off the hairpin from my head, my black hair cascading to the ground.

The bloodstains from last time still remained.

I tilted my head, still holding a slight bit of hope in my heart.

That Weiming would save me from the brink of death, just like that day.

... So tired.

Lost my mother at a young age, then sold by my father to a brothel.

At first, I didn't want to learn anything.

I just wanted to go home.

Day and night, I thought of my mother, but she would never protect me again.

The rules of the brothel were simple, if you couldn't learn to play an instrument, you had to entertain guests.

Trading the most naked flesh for a daily meal.

I went hungry for many days, just as I was about to collapse, Shuangjian appeared.

Her black and white eyes looked at me.

She fed me the bun she had sneakily kept, and I managed to survive.

She told me.

If one loses their life, then there's nothing left.

But now, I've also lost Shuangjian.

We obviously agreed, once we both became mothers, we would be each other's children’s aunts.

Shuangjian’s every smile replayed in my mind.

I seemed to hear her voice from afar.

"Miss, we must rely on our own effort to leave the brothel!"

"Alright, we’ll leave together."

The hairpin was lifted up high, and then fell heavily.

Shen Weiming, perhaps from the very beginning, we were wrong.

On that day in the brothel, I should have died.

In the last moment before I closed my eyes.

I seemed to see Shen Weiming running towards me.

Seemed like someone held me up.

Seemed like I smelled the fragrance of pear blossoms.

"Weiming, the pear blossoms have bloomed, when will you come back to marry me?"

Extra: Shen Weiming's Perspective

The Empress is gone.

The palace was filled with white flowers everywhere.

These days, my heart always ached.

The consciousness of this body’s owner had never reappeared.

I was not Shen Weiming.

I didn't know why my consciousness had come to possess this body.

I just knew when I woke up, I was in a military tent.

There were many people around me.

As soon as I woke, they rushed to me.

"Your Majesty, you’re awake?"

"Your Majesty, how do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"

Your Majesty?

I looked at this unfamiliar body.

Memories that did not belong to me appeared in my mind.

And the woman I loved deeply in those memories.

Jiang Li-er.

She was a courtesan.

I promised her, when I returned this time, I would marry her.

I originally thought the consciousness of this body's owner had dissipated.

But just as I followed the ministers' advice.

And married the Prime Minister's daughter, Song Wenying.

The real Shen Weiming appeared.

He warned me.

His wife could only be Jiang Li-er.

Otherwise, he would destroy this body.

We reached an agreement.

I gave Jiang Li-er the position of Empress.

He gave me control over the body.

But I really didn't understand.

Why was Jiang Li-er so greedy.

After sitting in a position that all the women in the world longed for.

She was still not satisfied.

She even wanted the Emperor's favoritism.

Ridiculous.

So utterly ridiculous.

After experiencing one incident after another, I imprisoned Jiang Li-er.

I thought, as long as she was alive, it would be enough.

The palace would naturally not lack her daily needs.

Besides, now that there was a child, she should be concerned about the child some.

Wouldn't blame me every day for failing to protect Shuangjian.

I didn't know who spread the rumor in the court that Jiang Li-er was once a courtesan.

And exaggerated it.

One memorial after another was submitted.

Mostly to depose the Empress.

The child certainly couldn't be kept.

I could only keep one of the two.

I chose Jiang Li-er.

It was best for both of us.

But seeing that smear of red in the vast white snow.

For a moment, the real Shen Weiming took over the body.

It was always like this.

He always appeared when Jiang Li-er was heartbroken.

Sharing the same senses with him, I also bore his pain.

"Li-er, I'm sorry, I broke my promise."

"Li-er, the pear blossoms have bloomed, we haven’t finished brewing pear blossom wine."

Just like that.

The consciousness related to Shen Weiming in this body completely disappeared.