Beiming Kingdom, the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, dawn.
On the simple wooden bed, the girl lay quietly. In the slight chill of early spring, she was covered only by an extremely thin reed quilt. The cold eroded her delicate and white face, making her look a little pale.
A ray of morning sun from outside the window filtered in through the gap, hitting her weak cheek, revealing a trace of warm vitality.
The girl frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable. She curled her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes, her blurred vision slowly becoming clear.
"Your Majesty..." The slightly childish voice caused a flash of confusion in her mind, "I... am not dead?"
She recalled the scene before she closed her eyes. Beigong Tengxiao blocked the sword for her, and the sword pierced his heart, and the red blood splashed all over the ground.
As his queen, she put the bloody Qingfeng into her chest and committed suicide.
With her thoughts racing, she immediately sat up and touched her body, but there was no bloody wound.
Wait, this flat belly...
The girl gently touched her belly and frowned in confusion. She must be eight months pregnant...
Looking down at the thin and simple old clothes, she was suddenly startled.
This seems to be the clothes she wore when she lived in the Chu Mansion where she grew up!
Without any time to think about it, she immediately got off the bed and walked around in a circle. The dilapidated furnishings in the house, the cracks in the windows and doors that let in the sunlight, the squeaky bed and bench... were indeed what she was in the Chu Mansion.
s room!
She looked at the bronze mirror on the dressing table, and slowly approached and sat down with a feeling of apprehension.
The little girl in the bronze mirror is only thirteen years old, with loose green hair as smooth and as black as night, skin as white and tender as snow that can be broken by blows, light smoky eyebrows, and a pair of delicate peach blossom eyes that have not yet grown.
, the obsidian-like eyes are extraordinarily clear, without makeup, but pure and flawless, the face is like a peach blossom, unstained by the mud, and the clear ripples are not demonic.
She was only wearing a thin piece of plain white clothing, which revealed her thin figure, as if she would fall over if blown by the wind, and her pale face seemed a little sick.
Without the moisturizing and maintenance after entering the palace, her face was now much thinner in comparison. This sharp contrast made her shocked.
She raised her hand to touch the poor poor girl in the mirror. She had never realized that she was in such a miserable state...
His eyes stopped on his slender little hands. There were several broken skin on the fair skin, and the wounds were shocking.
Scenes of Mrs. Chu doing her things like a human being flashed through her mind, washing clothes in the harsh winter, sweeping snow late at night, countless whippings, countless times of starvation... Her body trembled subconsciously.
The pain of childhood remains deeply in her heart and lingers for a long time...
She was in a trance, everything she saw before her eyes was so real, even the cold air penetrated her wounded hand, and the pain was so clear.
She was born in the once-wealthy Imperial Shang Chu Mansion, and was the second young lady of the Chu family. When she was a child, she had a father who loved her, a mother who loved her, a loving aunt and a gentle eldest sister, until she was six years old.
That year, my aunt died, and my father married a new aunt and brought back a pair of twin children who were older than her.
After her ranking became the third girl, her nightmare gradually came to her.
Her biological mother was framed by her second sister for stealing. Her father was furious and killed her mother with a knife in front of her without any explanation. After her mother died, she was abused by her second aunt and second sister.
When she was thirteen years old, the Chu family entered a period of depression, laid off their servants and maids, and lacked manpower. She was even subjected to inhumane abuse, and her days were like years, and life was worse than death.
Looking back at the luxurious and decadent life in the palace, she slightly frowned.
Could it be that everything that happened before was just a dream she imagined? She was still the miserable third lady in the Chu Mansion?
Those days were too extravagant and too beautiful to be true.
She looked at herself in the mirror and showed a sarcastic smile. How could she, who was as humble as an ant, become the noble queen of the Northern Ming Kingdom?
She must be too tired to have the extravagant daydream of flying up a branch and becoming a phoenix.
Beigong Tengxiao's figure flashed through her mind. Her eyes were extremely lonely, and her throat suddenly became choked with sobs.
"Even you...are also just a figment of my imagination..."
"I don't want to marry that butcher king! Let me go!"
A childish scream came from the next room, and Chu Jiaoli couldn't help but be startled, and her thoughts began to spin rapidly.
This scene is so familiar, no, that memory is definitely not a dream!
After the Chu Mansion went into depression, the eldest sister's engagement was canceled because she ran away from Prince Qi's marriage. The Chu Mansion's only hope was shattered, and her biological father sold her and her fourth sister to others.
The fourth sister was sold to Butcher Wang, and she was sold to Yuanwai Zhao as a concubine!
If what she thought was right, now it should be...
"Bang!" The door of the room was kicked open. Chu Jiaoli looked at the two people at the door. They were the servants of the Zhao family who had captured her at that time.
The two strong men walked quickly and picked up Chu Jiaoli in a few moments.
Chu Jiaoli's eyes flashed with light.
Sure enough, God gave her a chance to be reborn. Before she was sold to Zhao Yuanwai to be a concubine and suffered humiliation, she was still the third young lady of the Chu family, Chu Jiaoli.
She didn't panic too much after being lifted up, but was more thankful.
She slowly smiled, it was still too late, she still had a chance to control her own destiny!
She quietly raised her eyes, and saw a man and two women walking slowly from the door. The middle-aged man had a sinewy face and narrowed his eyes. He was the housekeeper of the Zhao Mansion.
He walked up to Chu Jiaoli, raised her chin, and looked at her face, her delicate and fair skin, and her peach-like clear eyes, which fascinated him. He nodded with satisfaction: "This little girl looks so good.
It’s so lovely, I will definitely like it!”
Chu Jiaoli, who was restrained back then, glared at the housekeeper fiercely, and then was slapped hard. At this time, her expression was calm, and she would never let herself suffer again.
She looked straight at Butler Zhao and slightly raised the corners of her lips.
Butler Zhao was stunned, this girl looked so pretty when she smiled... Her smile made his heart itch!
There was a very beautiful woman in her thirties at the door. She was extremely well-maintained, with a heart-shaped face and fox eyes. She was dressed in luxurious silk clothes and had a swaying look on her head. It was hard to believe that she and Chu Jiaoli were from the same family.
people.
She is the wife of the Chu family and Chu Jiaoli's aunt, the Yang family.
She walked unhurriedly to Chu Jiaoli, gently covered her lips with a fan, smiled proudly, and said: "Sir, do you have a choice? Do you want this girl, not the one next door?"
Seeing Yang approaching, the corners of Chu Jiaoli's raised lips quickly dropped, her posture indifferent.
Butler Zhao waved his hand and frowned: "The girl next door has a fierce temperament, but I still like this kind of soft and weak one..."
The housekeeper smiled maliciously and held the hand holding her chin for a long time, unwilling to leave.
