The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 213: Father and daughter

Aman is still standing at the place where she waited for her father last time.

Once, she used to wait here eagerly for her father to come to court, and then followed him to Fengyang Palace for lunch. She once waited here after doing something wrong, begging her father to let him coax her mother It's just the same place, she no longer has the thoughts of her youngest daughter, nor the joy and anxiety in her heart at that time. Now, when she thinks of her father, she only has sadness in her heart.

Aman waited in this corridor for a long time before he saw Su Jing coming from the shadow of the sun.

He lost a lot of weight compared to a month ago, and the smile on his face was gone. Even though there were countless eunuchs and guards behind him, he couldn't hide the loneliness around him.

Aman shook his head, not letting his distressed emotions continue. He killed his mother and deserved to endure the loneliness for the rest of his life.

Aman said it over and over again in his heart, but he couldn't hide the sourness in his heart no matter what?

Why do this, since everyone is unhappy with the result, why let things go so far?

Su Jing looked at the girl Pingting standing there from a distance, and was a little lost, as if returning to the happy time in the past.

But when he understood Ah Man's face, his heart sank to the bottom.

He walked up to Ah Man and asked, "What are you doing here? It's close to the court."

"Don't worry, Father, your court, your Bei'an, and your people in the world have nothing to do with me. I am here only for someone who has nothing to do with you."

A'man's words were cold, but because of the memories, his heart was a little warmer, but because of Su Jing's doubts, it suddenly became as cold as ice.

"The queen mother passed away, and you asked me to preside over her funeral. There is one thing that I can't do, so let's ask the emperor, what kind of posthumous name do you want to give the queen mother?"

Speaking of the posthumous title, Aman's heart is aching. What she asks from her father is the honor of her mother after her death.

Su Jing didn't say anything, just looked at Ah Man.

"The most splendid years of my mother's life are spent in this deep palace for you, taking care of palace affairs for you, giving birth to children, and now she is dead because of the love she once shared the bed with. As for her posthumous title, should you also draw it carefully?"

Aman didn't even realize that it turned out that in her heart, she had such a deep resentment towards her father, the emperor. When she said it, the words were like knives and piercing to the bone.

"Since I have decreed that you should handle all the funeral matters, this posthumous title is naturally yours."

"You just want my mother and queen to be the laughing stock of the world, don't you? You are her husband, a king of the dynasty." Aman doubted his ears, her father was wise and wise, how could that be? Say something like that?

"With you here, my daughter won't dare to specialize." Ah Man refused with a trembling voice, and his heart that had been frozen for a long time overflowed with pain.

"The father and the emperor don't think about their children, and they are not afraid of my mother's death. I also have to consider your own appearance in the hearts of the people. No one wants the emperor above their heads to be ruthless and ruthless."

"You go to this matter, and then I will follow the posthumous title you proposed." Su Jing finally took a step back. After speaking, he almost fled away. His heart throbbed more and more as he looked away.

The result was good, but the indifference of the father still broke her heart and made her wonder if the so-called love between men and women was really like this, and it was too fragile to be attacked.

Aman left with a wry smile, all he thought about was the posthumous title he wanted to give his mother.

Her mother is the most beautiful word in the world.

Just, no matter how amazing the words are, the mother will not know, but luckily the mother does not know, otherwise, in the face of Bo Liang's husband, what kind of sadness should she be?

Dead, it's fine, at least you don't have to face the cold-hearted look of your father, it's also a relief.

Just thinking of her father, Aman's heart still can't help but hurt. That's her own father. She once swore that she will be filial to her father in this life. His pampering and doting on her over the years is not fake. , but his current coldness towards his mother is not fake.