Rebirth of the High Gate Mistress

After the palace banquet, the important ministers and ladies left the imperial city one after another. Xie and Zhao Xuan came out with everyone from the Zhenguo Palace. After they each got into their own carriages, the Zhenguo Palace's carriages and horses went straight back to the palace. After getting in the car, Mr. Xie stared at the brightly lit capital and said, "I want to go to the tower to have a look."

Zhao Xuan was already tired after working hard all day. He was surprised when he heard his wife’s words and blurted out: “Aren’t you tired?”

"I'm not tired." Xie replied, then looked at Zhao Xuandao: "Let the coachman take you back to the mansion first, and then I will go to the tower."

The winter in Beijing is much colder than that in Yizhou. At this moment, what Zhao Xuan wants most is to go back and get into a warm bed and have a good sleep.

He was about to agree, but then he thought about it. He and his wife have been married for so many years, and he has never heard her make such a request. He often travels with Meng, but it seems that he has never gone out with his wife. memory.

Since she got married, Mrs. Xie has been either busy taking care of her middle child or raising children. She has been as busy as a top all day long, and he also thinks that such a life is what she wants.

“I’ll go with you.” Zhao Xuan said.

Ms. Xie was a little surprised. She looked at her husband and replied: "If you are tired, just go back first. I just haven't been back to Beijing for so many years, and I suddenly want to take a good look."

Zhao Xuan sighed after hearing this: "Isn't that right? Since you married in Yizhou, this is the first time you have returned to Beijing in so many years. It has been almost fifteen or sixteen years."

"Let's go, I'll go with you." Zhao Xuan made a firm decision, opened the door of the car and said to the driver: "I'm not going back home, go to the city gate instead."

Accompanied by the shouts of the driver driving the horse, the carriage turned around and ran towards the city gate.

The couple climbed up to the tall tower and had a panoramic view of the brightly lit capital city.

Mrs. Xie looked in the direction of the Hou Mansion, only a faint light could be seen. She smiled bitterly and murmured: "My mother likes to stand here most to watch the night view of the capital. I remember that when I was very young, my father often took me with him. Mother and I are here."

 “It was really good at that time.”

The time Xie mentioned was of course the days before Qian appeared, when her parents were harmonious and she was happy.

In Zhao Xuan's opinion, his wife is a very powerful and strong person. After she married into the palace, she was able to take full charge of the middle class in less than a year. She is well versed in the world and is capable and energetic in her work. There are more than a thousand people in the family, from grandmothers, fathers and mothers, to brothers-in-law, sisters-in-law, there is no one who disobeys her or disrespects her.

 She is the backbone of the palace and is a naturally powerful being.

 But as soon as he returned to the capital, Zhao Xuan clearly felt the changes in his wife.

From time to time, she will show a fragile look, she will be sad, and she will cry like other women.

"The children have grown up, and I will bring you to Beijing every time to pay tribute in the future." Zhao Xuan looked at his wife's fragile appearance, and his heart softened inexplicably, and he blurted out: "If you like it here, we will come back to Beijing after we return." Just come here often."

Mrs. Xie looked at her husband, smiled, and replied: "How can it be like what you said? After you inherit the throne, you will not be able to return to the capital. How can I have the good fortune to have you accompany me to establish a family?" Let's see Chang'an here." Zhao Xuan reached out to hold his wife and said with a smile: "Even if I can't go back to Beijing, I still have my sons. When it is their turn to come to Beijing to pay my respects in the future, I will let them take you with them. When you come back, if you want to go shopping in the capital, just ask your son to accompany you."

　　Yes, she has a husband and sons, so she should be content, but for some reason, Ms. Xie always feels empty in her heart.

She stared in the direction of the Hou Mansion and asked Zhao Xuandao: "You said that if I asked them to separate my mother's immortal throne from my father's, would my mother blame me?"

When Zhao Xuan heard this, he was silent for a long time and said uncertainly: "Probably not. Didn't you say that your mother-in-law hated your father before she died? Since she left with hatred, I think she was under Jiuquan. It’s just that I don’t want to be with your father anymore.”

Xie shook her head slightly and said dullly, "I don't know either."

She sighed slightly and said, "Ever since my mother found out that my father had another woman outside his home, she has been quarreling with him. Instead of restraining myself, my father did not even come back home. He stayed outside all day long, which made my mother frightened. Even if you get sick, he doesn’t care.”

As he spoke, Mr. Xie's tears couldn't help but fall down.

Perhaps her childhood experience had hurt her too much. In the eyes of Zhao Xuan, his wife was strong and capable, but since she returned to Beijing and fell in love with her, she would occasionally reveal a fragility that he had never seen before.

Zhao Xuan tried to wipe away his wife's tears with a brocade handkerchief, hugged her gently, and said in a low voice: "I have never heard you mention the past, and I also know that your life was not going well in the past, but I didn't expect it. Hurt you so badly."

Ms. Xie lay in her husband's arms. She sniffed and tried to control her emotions, and continued: "Later, my mother became so ill that she couldn't even get out of bed, couldn't speak, and couldn't eat or drink all day long. Come in, the imperial doctor said that she had already run out of oil and gas, but she just refused to close her eyes, forcing her dry eyes to look at the door all day long."

"I know that she was waiting for her father, looking forward to seeing him one last time. In order to help her fulfill her last wish, I personally went to my father's house. At that time, Qian had just given birth to her son, and my father was immersed in the joy of getting married. In the joy of his son, when I saw my father holding the son Qian had given birth to overjoyed, I turned around and left in anger."

Hearing this, Zhao Xuan couldn't help but shed tears. He stroked his wife's thin shoulders that were constantly rising and falling, and said in a deep voice: "Qing Qing, you have endured too much in the past."

  Qingqing is the maiden name of the Xie family.

This was the first time she heard her husband call her by her given name, and her originally bitter heart couldn't help but move. She raised her eyes and looked at her husband: "I realized then that a man can be so heartless if he doesn't love a woman anymore. "

Zhao Xuan sighed slightly and asked, "Did your mother-in-law never see your father until she closed her eyes?"

Mrs. Xie smiled bitterly: "Later, my aunt Fuxi came to visit my mother. When she learned about this, she was so angry that she went to my father's house with her sword in hand. If the servants and wives hadn't stopped them, Qian would have been killed by me. My aunt was killed with a sword. My father was forced to come back helplessly, but in the end my mother didn't wait. The moment he stepped into the gate of the Hou Mansion, my mother couldn't stand it anymore. "

 “She is gone, but her eyes are open.”

Aunt Fuxi was so angry that she wanted to kill my father and asked him why he was so heartless and refused to see my mother for the last time even when she was about to die. But my father said that he had wanted to come back to see me for a long time, but he just didn't know how. Confronting my mother.