After saying that, Jin Canghan turned around and left.
Empress Dowager hurriedly grabbed his arm. "Han'er, wait, you really misunderstood, Empress Dowager really didn't do anything."
Jin Canghan said with a sullen face, "You didn't do it, but he did!"
"He was the one who asked me to stand in for her in the first place, and he was also the one who asked me to stand in for her on our wedding night. Since he made such a decision, it means that he does not want her to be his wife, and it means that he has given up on her!"
"That being the case, why can't I have her? Why can't I have my child?"
For the first time, Jin Canghan bravely and frankly stated his thoughts and needs in front of Empress Dowager.
"Am I not worthy to appear in front of the world, not even worthy to have a woman and a child of my own?"
Jin Canghan's eyes were fierce and his aura was gloomy. Empress Dowager was so frightened by him that he took a step back involuntarily.
She had always known that her little son had a cold temper and had a lot of blood on his hands, but she had never thought that he would look at her with such eyes.
"Han'er..."
Jin Canghan ignored her, strode to the window, flew away from the Yonghe Palace, and rushed away in the direction of the Jingren Palace.
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As soon as the emperor left, a figure swept in from the window like the wind.
Wearing a navy blue eunuch uniform, with an ordinary but expressionless face, and deep red and cold eyes, there is a hint of bloodthirsty.
Chun Yu, who was sitting by the bed and watching carefully, heard the noise and was about to turn his head when he was knocked unconscious.
Jin Canghan threw the person to the side of the bed without mercy, walked quickly to the bed, squatted down, and stared at the person on the bed with red eyes.
He wanted to touch her face and feel whether she was really whole, but the hand he extended out hesitated and did not dare to put it down, and could only describe her slightly pale face in vain.
In his eyes, she had always been bright and lively, whether it was her unusual enthusiasm and strength that was different from other women on the wedding night, or her laughter among the flowers in the backyard on weekdays.
But now, she was so pale and lying here lifeless.
Those bloodless lips stung his eyes.
It was in his sleep that his slightly frowned eyebrows hurt his heart.
Jin Canghan had a sore nose and almost shed tears. He gently held her hand tremblingly:
"It's all my fault. I didn't protect you or our children. I deserve to die!"
"I know they will hurt you, I know someone will be harmful to you and the child, and yet I still leave at this time. I should be cut to pieces. I am not worthy of being your man, and I am not worthy of being a father!"
Jin Canghan looked regretful and unwilling.
"But... but I am really angry, really angry, that you would actually like a man who is bent on dealing with me, that you would be so nice and affectionate to a man who is not worthy of your liking."
"I am your man, I, Jin Canghan, am the man who got married to you, had a drink with you, and had a bridal chamber with you! Why can't you notice the difference between us?"
That night, they were obviously so close and did such intimate things, why didn't she notice it at all?
"In your eyes, is Jin Moli the same as me Jin Canghan? Is there really no difference?"
"Does he Jin Moli have you in his eyes? Will he Jin Moli be as nervous about you as I am? Will he care about you as much as I do? Will he be like me, unable to see anyone else or any scenery except you?"