1445. Chapter 1445 Crying

Zhao Yong didn't look at her again and was about to leave.

"Father!" Zhao Lan called him unwillingly, "Zhao Rao killed my mother in front of you. Is it... is it just like that?"

For so many years, even if her mother had wronged the late queen, Zhao Rao had oppressed her mother for so many years. When did her mother fight back? She was also poisoned for several years. Why did her mother have to pay with her life, while Zhao Rao could still be her eldest princess.

Zhao Yong lowered his eyes and looked at Zhao Lan indifferently, "Then what do you want?"

"Even if my mother did something wrong, my father has already convicted her. Why did Zhao Rao kill her?" Zhao Lan suppressed her grief. Others could blame Concubine De, but she couldn't. My mother did so many things for them. If she couldn't seek justice for her mother's death, her mother would die with regret.

"I haven't convicted her yet." Zhao Yong said coldly, "For everything your mother has done, I would rather let her die a hundred times than not. Do you know what it means to poison my offspring?"

Zhao Lan's face turned pale. She thought her father had at least some feelings for her mother...

"Lan'er, why do you think Rao'er killed your mother?" Zhao Yong asked in a low voice.

"Father has always been partial to the eldest princess..." Zhao Lan lowered her head, unable to suppress the grievance and anger in her heart.

Zhao Yong raised his eyes lightly, "So what? Compared to my partiality, Rao'er would rather her mother was still around now."

"Father..." Zhao Lan was unwilling to accept it.

"Enough, father has already spared face for mother, don't say any more." The second prince stopped Zhao Lan.

Zhao Yong glanced at them, "You all go back and let the Ministry of Internal Affairs report that Concubine De died suddenly."

What happened here has nothing to do with Zhao Rao now. She was carried by Cheng Zheng and walked towards her own palace.

Zhao Rao's hands were still shaking. For so many years, she wanted to survive in the palace not just by relying on others' protection, but she had never killed anyone with her own hands. Today, she killed Concubine De with her own hands. Now her hands are still shaking. She doesn't feel scared, but she just can't calm down.

"Concubine De is guilty of capital crime. The emperor won't blame you." Cheng Zheng noticed that the girl in his arms was still afraid. He sighed distressedly. After all, she was just a little girl. Her momentum to kill Concubine De had long disappeared. Now she seemed to have become... fragile and scared when she just lost the previous queen.

"I don't want to stay in the palace." Zhao Rao said in a low voice.

Cheng Zheng was stunned for a moment and looked down at her, "Then follow me out of the palace."

She didn't want to stay in the palace. Concubine De was dead, and her mother's revenge had been avenged. She had no reason to stay. There were memories that suppressed her everywhere. If possible, she would rather never come back here again.

"Regret?" After getting on the carriage, Cheng Zheng still didn't let her go, but let Zhao Rao sit in his arms, looking down at her still pale face. He had never seen her like this before.

Zhao Rao whispered, "No regrets."

If she didn't do it, her father would spare Concubine De's life because of the second prince. If the eldest prince ascended the throne in the future, it would be fine. If the second prince ascended the throne, she would have to watch Concubine De become the queen mother, and she would be unable to do anything.

It would be better for her to kill her with her own hands! No matter what happens in the future, she will not regret not killing her today.

Cheng Zheng rubbed her head, "If you don't kill her, I won't let her live."

Zhao Rao buried her face in his arms, "My mother..."

She just opened her mouth and her voice was choked.

What did her mother do wrong? She just wanted to win the heart of her father. Not only was her father cold and ruthless, but he also hurt her heart again and again. If he favored other women, it would be fine. Concubine De was brought by her mother since she was a child. In the palace, the person she trusted most was Concubine De.

Even at this time, her father was still thinking about his country. If he didn't kill Concubine De, he was considering the second prince. No matter what time, he would not think about her feelings.

Mother, I finally avenged you.

Zhao Rao whimpered and finally couldn't help crying in Cheng Zheng's arms.

She had been holding back her tears for too long.

"Be good." Cheng Zheng gently stroked her back and let her cry thoroughly in his arms.

Zhao Rao cried for a long time and returned to Cheng's house. She was still sobbing in Cheng Zheng's arms, and her big eyes were swollen to the point that only a line was left.

The servants of the Cheng family saw Cheng Zheng holding a girl and getting off the car, and everyone had different expressions on their faces.

The woman in the arms of the Marquis...why does she look like the eldest princess.

Although the eldest princess is the niece of the Marquis, is it too intimate?

Cheng Zheng ignored the scrutiny of these servants and walked straight to his yard with Zhao Rao in his arms.

"Furong, go get some water." Cheng Zheng carried Zhao Rao into the house, put her on the bed, and told his maid to get some water to wash her face.

"Yes, Marquis." Furong is Cheng Zheng's maid. She has long known that Cheng Zheng has a strange feeling for the eldest princess. She was shocked at first, but it was not strange for the Marquis to like his niece, as he was not related to her by blood.

Zhao Rao cried for a long time, and finally calmed down slowly. She looked at Cheng Zheng with her swollen eyes and asked hoarsely, "Where is this place?"

"You forget it so quickly?" Cheng Zheng asked with a smile, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her face, "Look at you crying my clothes like this, you can cry so much."

"That's me." Zhao Rao shouted, finally remembering where this place was. "Why did you bring me here?"

Cheng Zheng saw that she was no longer cold and sharp after crying. Her red and swollen eyes made her look like a pitiful girl. "You said you didn't want to stay in the palace, so I brought you back."

"Then you should send me to the guest room." Zhao Rao shouted. He was not afraid of other people's comments.

"It's fine here." Cheng Zheng said with a smile.

Furong brought in hot water. She glanced at Zhao Rao, lowered her eyes and retreated.

Cheng Zheng twisted a handkerchief to wipe her face. "You didn't sleep well last night. Have a good sleep here. When you wake up, everything will be over."

"I don't want to go back to the palace." Zhao Rao said in a low voice.

"Okay." Cheng Zheng raised his lips, he wished she would say that, "You can stay here as long as you like."

Zhao Rao held his hand and finally fell asleep peacefully, "You stay here, don't leave."

Cheng Zheng felt a soft and sour feeling in his heart, he lowered his head and kissed her cheek, "I won't leave, I will always be with you."

She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep soon.