"Is there any news for your Majesty?"

"Back to the Queen, it's not yet."

"How is he fighting on the front line? Did he win or lose?"

“…”

There was no news, who knew whether he won or lost? The palace maids dared not ask about political affairs.

"If you have any news, you must tell me."

"I dare not slackew."

...

As she asked and answered questions, she felt so difficult and her body trembled slightly. At that time, she felt that Tuoba Hong was far apart, so far that she would never see him again in her life.

Just like the lost child, after so much hardship, she has been pregnant, meticulously waiting and caring, she finally hasn't saved her, and she didn't even have time to look at it. It was a full-term fetus, already adult, but it did not stay and dragged down her body.

The sunshine sprinkles from the gaps between the leaves, and the beautiful scenery is the best, and the pleasure of the yard is the most enjoyable thing. She thought that spring has always been summer, and it is midsummer, followed by autumn, and after autumn, it is still winter. The four seasons have been circulating, and there has never been a moment of time.

She tried her best to change hands and hug her shoulders, feeling that, so, so cold.

"Is there any news about Yejia?"

"No. Since leaving the palace last time, there has been no news about the National Master."

"Can't you find out at all?"

Chen Jia lowered his head, his voice was also very low. She dared not say many things. She didn't dare to say them at all. In fact, it was a gossip circulating outside, a secret discussion among the palace people. Queen Feng had many enemies, and the harem was three thousand. Everyone regarded her as a thorn in her eyes. Everyone was eagerly looking forward to her getting out of luck soon... But as a slave in the palace, she didn't dare to say these words.

Feng Miaolian looked at her in a dilemma and sighed softly, "I know he is dead."
Chapter completed!