At night, the full moon is in the sky.

The entire Wanxiang Mountain is quiet, and there is no sound of wind blowing the leaves.

Outside Princess Jiamin's wing, the two nannies were dozing off. A gust of wind blew by, and the two of them stood up straight with cleverness.

Seeing that nothing happened, I bowed my body and took a nap again.

After the death of the prince-consort, Jiamin couldn't sleep every night. As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of what the prince-consort looked like before his death.

The prince-consort is boring by nature and only knows how to read every day.

I can read a book eight or nine times, but I don’t want to do anything else.

But such a prince-consort is the person Jiamin loved the most in her life. She doesn't know what she likes, nor is it for the sake of saving her life.

The prince-consort would accompany her on a trip, she would appreciate flowers and read books, she would taste tea and read books, and the prince-consort would read the same book as her when she reads.

The more I think about it, the more painful it hurts.

The pain was so stuffy that she didn't know how to relieve it.

And their children—

Jiamin supported her arms and wanted to sit up. The dull pain seemed to spread to her whole body, leaving her without the strength to support her body.

When he was about to fall on the bed, he helped her up with his hands and thoughtfully placed a pillow on her back.

"I haven't fallen asleep yet?"

"You haven't been asleep either?" Jiamin raised a weak smile on the corner of her mouth.

"I brought you green dumpling cake. What you like most when you were a child. I added the medicinal herbs to calm the mind. You will sleep better after taking it."

The green dumpling cake wrapped in oil paper is still radiating heat, and the fragrance of mugwort comes.

Jiamin frowned and hurriedly lay down beside the bed and retching.

The visitor put the green dumpling cake on the table and poured tea for Jiamin to bring it.

"Or still feel uncomfortable?"

Jiamin shook her head and took a sip of tea. "Qinlang's family is in the north, and the food tastes strong. I am used to eating it with him. Now I smell the scent of Qingtuan cake and feel a little disgusting. I don't like smelling mugwort very much."

The visitor held Jiamin's hand and paused, "The prince consort is entangled with other women. You are a princess in one day, so why should you do this for him?"

"He didn't, he never." Jiamin said weakly.

"That lady Xu..."

"I knew about Xu Niang early in the morning, and I knew more than the prince consort."

"But that girl Yan not only entered the prince's consort's room in the daytime, but also provoked the prince's consort to question you."

Jiamin really didn't have the strength, but he still said, "That girl Yan has a good relationship with Prince Shen. Even if she really wants to do anything, Prince Shen will follow her."

"Sir Shen is in the same relationship with her, so why..."

"I'm not sure about other people, but as long as it has something to do with Prince Shen's mansion, Shen Beizhu will not let her have something to do with Qin Lang if she fights to death."

Others don’t know that Jiamin knows the checks and balances between Prince Shen’s mansion and the royal family.

The Shen Mansion will not cause trouble for the royal family, and the royal family will also keep the Shen Mansion.

"Jiamin..."

"Gui Guang, I'm tired."

Gui Guang wanted to say something else, but seeing Jiamin's appearance, although he was unwilling to accept it, he still said goodbye and left.

Just came to the yard from the back window, Gui Guang looked at the wing room at the end of the yard, came outside the wing room, and looked out from the rear window.

The interior is pitch black.

There were two voices in my mind, one of which was saying that the abbot respected Yan Feng like that. The second daughter's identity is not simple, so don't act rashly.

As he said this, if the second daughter is not eliminated, there will be more trouble.

"Who is talking in your head?"

A sound like the sound of a midnight piano sounded from behind.

Gui Guang was stunned and turned around quickly.

Yan Feng appeared behind him silently, but he did not notice it.

"It turned out to be the donor."

"This is a women's room. I wonder why you are here, Master?" Yan Ying approached Gui Guang and stared at the depths of his eyes.

"Little Monk..."

"Do you know what the inner demon is?"

Gui Guang paused and listened silently to the monk and continued.

"Life and death, yin and yang, good and evil, reward and punishment." Yan Yan looked at Gui Guang, "You are not an evil person, but you have been eroded by malicious intentions. Why do you have a demon in the Buddhist land of Wanxiang Mountain?"

"The little monk doesn't know what the donor is talking about."

"You know."

As he said that, Yan Feng suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Gui Guang's wrist, turned him back and pulled him away, and pulled him away from his collar.

"donor!"

"Sure enough..." Yan Ying frowned and looked at Gui Guang's back neck.
Chapter completed!