Concubine Zhen's eyes became even more blood-red, and her laughter seemed to come from the eighteenth level of hell, making people shudder.

"Your Majesty, Murong Qianqian, I, Xia Zhen'er, curse you in the name of becoming a devil. You will never be able to be together for the rest of your life."

This curse turned into a devil.

In the rain.

The warm-colored dress was stained with mud by the splashing raindrops, and her white pair of flowing clouds were completely soaked, but the figure still stood tall and tall in the rain, like a statue.

Murong Qianqian stood outside the courtyard, listening to Concubine Zhen's curse before her death. Her body was sluggish, but her heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife.

Life after life, life after life, we can never be together?

She only wanted to give Concubine Zhen death a relief. For a proud person like her, living in such a humble way, it would be better to give her a painful death.

I just didn't expect that in exchange for such a cruel curse, I would be so hated by others, but love is destined not to be shared.

"Your Majesty, I just told you not to come over. Look, isn't this causing trouble for yourself?" Xiang Mo muttered, holding an umbrella and frowning.

However, when she turned her head, she saw that Murong Qianqian's face was as pale as a piece of rice paper, and she asked nervously: "Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Murong Qianqian twitched the corner of her mouth, turned around, and asked as she walked: "Xiang Mo, do you think Concubine Zhen's curse will become a reality?"

Xiang Mo followed closely behind her, holding the oil-paper umbrella high above her head, "Of course not, if it is a curse, it will become a reality. Then the slaves often curse the people who bully them in private, why don't they see those people die?"

Woolen cloth?"

"Yeah, how could it be realistic?" Murong Qianqian smiled, but felt that her heart was so cold.

It rained heavily for a long time. She walked slowly in the rain, and the water splashed into her shoes and flowed out again.

Behind him, the eunuch's top-notch voice could be heard faintly, "Ms. Zhen Fei, she has passed away~"

…

Murong Qianqian was sitting in the pavilion, and the petals of albizia flowers were dancing in the air, covering her like a thin veil.

She rubbed her eyebrows, supported her head with one hand, and the tassel hairpin on her bun gently shook twice, making a clear sound like a silver bell.

"Your Majesty, did you suffer from insomnia again last night? Your face is even paler today." Xiang Mo asked with a frown as he brought a bowl of lotus seed soup.

Since Concubine Zhen was sentenced to death not long ago, the empress has often suffered from insomnia and nightmares. Even though the emperor wakes her up from her sleep every time and comforts her for a long time, she can't sleep for long and always wakes up with a fright.

"Xiang Mo, please put down the lotus seed soup first," Murong Qianqian didn't raise her head, but pointed her finger at the table, "I don't want to eat it now, I'll use it later when I'm hungry."

Xiang Mo sighed, "Mother, we are like iron rice and steel. You used to be able to eat and sleep. How come you have become like...that sister Lin?"

In the past, when Murong Qianqian pretended to be melancholy, she would often compare herself with Lin Daiyu. At that time, Xiangmo would often ask who Lin Daiyu was.

Murong Qianqian glared at her angrily, mocking her for being uneducated, which was terrible, but there was no "Dream of Red Mansions" in this dynasty, and there was no such thing as Lin Daiyu.

"Really, how much do I look like Lin Daiyu now?" Murong Qianqian raised the corners of her lips and asked in a joking tone.

Xiang Mo thought for a while and said, "Well, I didn't look like the empress at all in the past. Before, she looked like five or six. Now, looking at this pale little face, she looks seven or eight."

"Well, a score of seven or eight is still a lot of progress. Then when you look at me, do you feel pity for me and have the urge to protect me?" Murong Qianqian narrowed her eyes and curled up with a pair of crescent moons.

Hang on the face.

Seeing that she finally had the long-lost smile on her face, Xiang Mo said enthusiastically: "Well, yes, yes~ Then my lady, if you look very much like her in the future, you will definitely be more lovable."

The smile paused slightly, Murong Qianqian looked at the albizia flowers flying in the sky, and said casually: "If it is very similar, it was the night of his bridal chamber, when my soul returned."

When Lin Daiyu died, it was the day when Jia Baoyu married Xue Baochai. If she really became Lin Daiyu, what would be the outcome of her and Xuanyuan Yao?

"What?" Xiang Mo asked.

Murong Qianqian pushed her broken hair away from her forehead and smiled to herself, "It's nothing, just joking."

No, she is not Lin Daiyu, and Xuanyuan Yao is not Jia Baoyu, so they will not be in a dilemma of life and death, nor will they betray each other.

Yao Yao said that he would hold her hand for the rest of his life until they were gray-haired and walked to the end of their lives together.

What Concubine Meng said and what Concubine Zhen cursed were just her own fears, and those nightmares would never come true because they loved each other deeply.

Every night, when she closed her eyes, she could see Concubine Zhen, the Queen Mother, Xia Houfu, and Murong Lan and his wife, who were pestering her day and night.

However, she is not afraid, because these are just her guilt for life, and she is just trying to atone for Xuanyuan Yao's sins in her heart. As long as she lets go, there is nothing to be afraid of.

It was just another dream. In the heavy rain, she saw Xuanyuan Yao's cold face, and his blue eyes were like a layer of frost. They were clearly in front of him, but they were far away.

She asked him: "Yao Yao, have you ever truly loved me?"

He tilted his head, with the gentle smile still on his lips, "Of course, the only person I love in my life is you."

Then, a sharp blade stabbed into his chest.

She always wakes up in fright at that moment, hugging the quilt tremblingly, but in her eyes is Xuanyuan Yao's nervous Junyan, his knuckled hands gently stroking her head.

"Qianqian, it's all a dream, don't be afraid, I'm by your side." He hugged her, wanting to give her the most comfort.

However, Murong Qianqian was even more frightened, fearing that after these words of comfort, sharp daggers would confront each other just like in her dream.

However, Xuanyuan Yao's eyes were so affectionate, not as cold and heartless as in the dream, and Xuanyuan Yao's voice was so gentle, not as cold as the bones in the dream.

Murong Qianqian tried hard to comfort herself. It was all a dream. How could she not believe in Yao Yao's love for her just because of the dream? If Yao Yao knew about this, he would be so sad.

She did not tell Xuanyuan Yao about the dream, and tried hard to hide her fear, telling herself that as time passed, she would slowly forget it.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty~" Dabao raised a hand and waved it twice in front of Murong Qianqian.

Murong Qianqian came back to her senses, looked at Dabao who appeared out of nowhere, and asked: "What happened? You are smiling so happily. Did you pick up money or step on dog shit?"
Chapter completed!