Isn't she afraid that her son will not survive without her protection?
Or does she firmly believe that no one in the palace will harm her precious little son?
Perhaps, she deliberately raised her youngest son to be a simple and ignorant child, so beautiful that people would not want to hurt him and take advantage of him... Or maybe she really felt sorry for her son and didn't want him to long for a life outside the palace and leave her.
It’s a pity that parents in the world don’t love their children very much.
What about her parents? Who are they? Where are they?
Thinking of this, Su Luo said to Qin Lin: "Lin'er, let me tell you something, but don't tell anyone else, okay?"
Qin Lin nodded immediately after hearing this, and showed a curious look, as if he was all ears.
Su Luo looked at Little Silver and saw that it had no objection, so she spoke.
"Before entering the palace, I had an injury on my forehead..." At this point, she paused slightly.
After hearing this, Mu Litian could guess what she would say, but he did not stop her. Because he felt sorry for her and could not bear to deprive her of the opportunity to share her secrets. He, Mu Litian, believed in Qin Lin.
Qin Lin looks so much like him before...
Seeing that Xiao Yinzi didn't stop her, she continued: "It was here that I was injured. It hurt for a long time and left scars. I don't know how I was injured. After I woke up, I couldn't remember the previous things. I couldn't remember anything.
Then she was mistakenly regarded as the adopted daughter by Concubine Liu and entered the palace. I still don’t know who my parents are... Lin’er, can you tell me what kind of person my father is?”
She didn't ask her mother because she guessed Qin Lin wouldn't know.
Qin Lin tilted his head and stared at the scar on Su Luo's forehead, frowning.
He reached out to touch the scar and asked distressedly: "Does it still hurt?"
Seeing Qin Lin's serious expression, Su Luo laughed and held his hand, "It doesn't hurt anymore, otherwise I would hurt him to death. Lin'er, tell me, what kind of person is my father?"
? His name is...?"
Qin Lin nodded, but his eyes still hurt. He felt so sorry for his sister Luo'er. He never expected that sister Luo'er wouldn't remember anything, not even his own father.
But it's normal. After all, she only got along with her father for a month. She suffered a severe head injury and forgot everything. It's just that it seems difficult to cure.