Recalling the painful memories of the Nether Saint Cult, Mo Wuyou poured the scalding potion into her eyes, causing the heavens to respond and the earth to collapse. A wave of fear and hatred surged into her heart, and she pinched the medicine bottle.
His fingers trembled slightly and his nails turned white.
She remembers the task Mo Wuyou gave her - to learn the magic of water control and kill Beigong Tengxiao.
Erase her memory, kill her beloved, use up the last bit of value, and then let Mo Wuyou absorb the magical power of water control, and die of exhaustion. Mo Wuyou is simply cruel!
But...what can she do?
Pouring the pills from the bottle, there were only three pills left, and she couldn't help but feel sad in her eyes.
Will she be controlled by the Yousheng Cult for the rest of her life?
She sighed deeply, put one pill into her mouth, put the remaining two pills back, capped the bottle, and hid it at the bottom of the box on the dressing table.
When she thought about the martial arts of the Yousheng Sect existing in her body, she only felt ironic.
She slowly stretched out her palms and mobilized her internal strength, intending to abolish her martial arts.
It’s okay not to want this internal force that was forced into her body.
The moment she closed her eyes, she frowned slightly, then opened her eyes and looked at the box containing the antidote.
Her weakness is the antidote, but what about Mo Wuyou's weakness?
A person suddenly appeared in my mind——Mo Wei.
She slowly raised the corners of her lips and calmed down her inner strength.
If he uses the martial arts he taught to hold his most important person hostage, then he must be the most ironic person...
Seven days later.
Linglong stepped into the house with a complicated and worried expression. She looked at Chu Jiaoli who was drinking tea and hesitated to speak.
Chu Jiaoli glanced at her lightly and said, "Just tell me if you have anything."
Linglong bit her lip and said: "Your Majesty... the princess is happy..."
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli paused briefly as she put down the tea cup, then showed a faint smile and said, "Really? According to the princess's temperament, she will soon beg the prince to hold a family banquet for her, right?"<
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Linglong nodded and said: "The prince sent someone to notify that a family banquet will be held in the back garden in two hours."
Chu Jiaoli responded softly, took out a long-prepared brocade box from the jewelry box on the dressing table and opened it. Inside was a bright purple pearl.
"For the family dinner later, give this to the princess."
Linglong frowned and said: "My Lady, didn't you just buy this pearl five days ago? I think you treasure it very much, so why are you willing to give it to the princess..."
Chu Jiaoli closed the lid and said, "This is for the princess."
Linglong raised her eyebrows in confusion and said, "For the princess?"
"What's this? I've also prepared gifts for Aunt Xu. In addition, I've prepared the little emperor's birthday gift, full-moon gift, and first-year gift. Although I may not need it, I'm always prepared to be prepared.
You can't choose anything wrong." After saying this, she walked to the wardrobe to choose clothes.
Linglong scratched her head in confusion, trotted to her side, and said, "Why isn't the empress not angry at all when I heard that the princess is happy?"
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli curled her lips meaningfully. Naturally, she would not be angry, because the fetus in her belly could not be Beigong Tengxiao's flesh and blood.
She said leisurely: "With the little emperor's heir, the possibility of the prince returning to the imperial capital will increase, and I will naturally be happy."
After saying that, she reached out and picked out a piece of plain white clothes, frowned dissatisfied, and put it back again.
Linglong picked out a gorgeous piece of clothing and said, "Empress, please wear this. Although our stomachs are not moving, we can't be outdone by her!"
Chu Jiaoli glanced at the clothes she held in her hands, which were made of brocade satin with a gradient of peach pink and gold embroidery on it, making it gorgeous and flamboyant.
She looked away expressionlessly, continued to pick out plain clothes, and said, "Put them back."
Linglong frowned and said unwillingly: "Take this opportunity to meet the prince and dress nicely so that the prince notices you. Madam, it's been a long time since the prince has been to this side of the concubine's palace..."
Chu Jiaoli sighed softly and said: "You little girl is still too young. You can't talk nonsense in front of others after leaving the side concubine palace."
Hearing this, Linglong curled her lips in frustration and said: "Isn't the empress just one year older than this slave...Why do I feel like I'm ten years older now..."
Chu Jiaoli chuckled lightly, finally selected a suitable dress, and said: "Stop mumbling, let me change my clothes quickly."
Linglong took the clothes in her hand, which was a simple and elegant pea green waist-length undershirt with only two lotus flowers on the chest, making it look very low-key.
No matter how confused she was, she could only respond: "Yes."
Two hours later, back garden.
Chu Jiaoli was the first to arrive and take her seat. Within a moment, she saw Xu Qingqian walking towards her.
Xu Qingqian is wearing a gorgeous dark blue dress, with silver beads in her hair, a silver necklace inlaid with jade around her neck, and gorgeous makeup.
Two hours is enough to transform an ordinary little sparrow.
At this moment, her chin was raised slightly, and her eyes were a little more confident. Compared to her, Chu Jiaoli next to her was too ordinary, like a pearl hidden under the sand, and the turbid water covered up her dazzling luster.<
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When Linglong saw the glamorous Xu Qingqian, she couldn't help but feel depressed. Now that Hua Yuejin was pregnant, Beigong Tengxiao was very likely to favor other concubines. Beigong Tengxiao saw such a strong contrast.
How can Chu Jiaoli have a chance to turn over...
Xu Qingqian slowly walked up to Chu Jiaoli and saluted her: "Sister Concubine."
Chu Jiaoli nodded slightly with a slight smile: "My sister is very beautiful today."
Xu Qingqian couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, her posture more proud: "Thank you, sister."
As soon as she finished speaking, she sat down opposite Chu Jiaoli.
After a while, Beigong Tengxiao and Hua Yuejin came side by side and sat on the main seat. Chu Jiaoli and Hua Yuejin stood up and saluted them, and then the family banquet began.
Hua Yuejin wears a pink and purple satin dress with gorgeous makeup.
She looked down and focused on Xu Qingqian's expression. Seeing such a swaggering woman dangling in front of Beigong Tengxiao, there was uncontrollable anger in her eyes.
This Xu Qingqian dared to openly provoke her, how awesome!
Chu Jiaoli looked at her and Beigong Tengxiao sitting side by side and was slightly shaken.
Beigong Tengxiao still looks cold and noble, but Chu Jiaoli has changed.
She looked at Hua Yuejin's face that was exactly like her own, the gorgeous clothes, the arrogant expression, and the look of jealousy towards the concubines, which were very similar to her appearance in the previous life.
In this way, it was as if she had become an outsider, an isolated person, quietly watching history repeat itself.
Bei Gong Tengxiao looked at Chu Jiaoli, who was dressed plainly but politely. With light makeup, she was as comfortable as a hibiscus in clear water.
He curled his lips in satisfaction. Perhaps Chu Jiaoli didn't know that what he liked most was not the way she looked with heavy makeup, but the way she looked now. The simpler she looked, the more she showed off her otherworldly and fresh temperament.