Grandmother, Don't Cry

As Old Madam Qiao spoke, hot tears welled up in her eyes.

She sighed softly.

"Even when the late empress fell sick and the late emperor only went to see her a few times. However, every time, the two of them would part on bad terms.

"She had been headstrong her entire life and refused to say that she was wrong even until her death. On her deathbed, perhaps the late emperor was soft-hearted and asked me to visit her.

"I wanted to bring her comfort, but she told me that her only dying wish was to be buried on a tall green mountain."

Old Madam Qiao still couldn't forget what the late empress had said to her decades ago.

It was as if she could still see the last time she saw her when she closed her eyes.

In the cold palace, the late empress Chi Fu was so thin that she had lost her former plump and dignified appearance.

However, her eyes were so black and bright that no one dared to ignore them.