The Girl Who Struggled Through Palace Intrigues to Become the Empress

Chapter 489

Hello, long time no see.

This is the long-awaited final words.

Let me first report to everyone on the current status of this book~

When I was serializing it, I had told you all that this book would have its name changed to the short title "Zhao Hua's Chaos" after the serialization. Now that it has been completed, the book title has indeed been changed!

However, the system of Western Tomato is like this: if you had added this book to your bookshelf before I changed the name, then you won't be able to see the new book title and cover. Since it's completed, I can't insert pictures in the extras, so I'll post the cover picture in the comments section later. As for whether it gets swallowed up or not, that's just a matter of fate...

As for the copyright situation, a short drama version has been sold now, an audiobook is being recorded, and future publications are also being negotiated. You can follow the progress of the copyrights on Weibo, the Weibo name is the same as Tomato (remember it's 'miao' not 'miao'!)

Weibo will occasionally update some of the useless author's useless daily life. When I write a modern language novel next time, some uncensored content may be posted on Weibo. After the short drama goes online, there will also be lucky draw giveaways on Weibo to let you watch the drama for free, and if there are publications, there will also be lucky draws to win autographed copies or peripherals.

Since it's a newly registered account, there will be a lucky draw when it reaches 5,000 and 10,000 followers, the kind where you can directly get a red envelope. So it's not a loss to follow it!

Finally, wishing all my darlings a happy holiday~ Let's dive into the extras!

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Shang Yang [1]

Ever since I can remember, I have always been the beloved child of Father and Mother.

I was born in Zhuyin Country, the capital by the sea, Father works in fishing, and Mother inherited the legacy of my grandfather and opened a medical clinic in the capital.

Originally, the three of us lived a comfortable and affluent life, until the day before my fourth birthday, when Father left.

Mother said Father had some important matters to attend to outside the city, and it would take a year and a half before he returned.

I was sensible from a young age, not crying or throwing a fit, just quietly waiting at home with Mother.

Later, I found that Uncle Ge, who used to go fishing with Father, and Younger Brother Qi had also gradually disappeared, as well as the neighbor Huzi, whose father left on the same day as my father.

Huzi and I would often run to the seaside and just stare at the sea, watching the distant ships sail back, hoping that one day our fathers would also step off the ship and reunite with us, never to part again.

But one day, when I went to Huzi's house to look for him, I saw him kneeling in the hall, crying almost to the point of fainting in front of a mud jar.

I was scared and stood at the door, not daring to go in. My small body blocked the light that should have fallen on him, and he looked up from the darkness, pointing a trembling finger at the jar and choking out:

"Father has come back."

From then on, I realized what had happened in my hometown.

The men who had suddenly disappeared from the city had all been conscripted by the court to defend the country.

At that time, Zhuyin had experienced an unprecedented disaster, as the Qi Dynasty attacked with the ferocity of a fierce tiger, and all the men of Zhuyin had to put down their hoes and pick up knives and axes to defend their homes and protect their families.

When I got home, I told Mother everything I knew, and said I was scared.

Mother stroked my head and said:

"Yangzi, don't be afraid. Your father will come back safe and sound soon. When he comes back, he'll bring you the coral bracelet you love the most. Your father won't lie to you, right?"

Yes,

Father has never lied to me.

So a month later, he came back.

I finally got the blood coral I loved the most,

but it

was placed on top of a dirty mud jar.

And inside that jar was Father's ashes.