Chapter 447: Love is as deep as hate is as deep as it is 18
Mo Xiaohuan's heart was stabbed by his actions. Her face was slightly stiff and pale, and her hands in her sleeves were clenched into fists. She told herself, don't worry, isn't this normal?
Yu Beimingdu and Lin Muxin have a child. Doesn't this mean that their relationship has developed?
Comforting herself with these reasons, Mo Xiaohuan's sad heart suddenly became brighter, her face relaxed, and her hands that were clenched into fists relaxed.
Yu Beiming straightened up, looked at Mo Xiaohuan, and said to Lin Muxin: "There will be no next time, do you understand?"
Lin Muxin, who was stunned, belatedly raised her eyes to look at him, only to find that his eyes were on Mo Xiaohuan. She felt even more uncomfortable. Was his performance for Mo Xiaohuan? Then she...
Mo Xiaohuan lowered her eyes and said in an indifferent tone: "The prince and his concubine have to go into the room to show their affection. It doesn't seem suitable here." After saying that, he raised his eyes to look at Yu Beiming, and then glanced at Yu Beiming, who was still kneeling.
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Listening to her words, Yu Beiming's thick eyebrows slightly furrowed and then relaxed. Just when he was about to speak, Lin Muxin turned around and looked at her and said, "Princess, are you saying the grapes are sour because you can't eat them?"
She decided that since this was the case, she would be cruel to the end!
Mo Xiaohuan was not angry. She raised her lips and chuckled: "Do you think I need it?"
Lin Muxin was so aroused by her words that her face turned red and white with anger.
Madam Gu and Yu Meiren on the side were listening to the words of the three of them secretly, with many thoughts in their hearts.
Mo Xiaohuan glanced at Yu Beiming: "I guess the prince is okay? Then I have to leave." She turned around and walked towards the direction of the palace. When she passed the people kneeling on the ground, she said: "Get up, Xiaotao, let's go.
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Yu Beiming's black eyes narrowed slightly and stared at her retreating figure.
"My lord, look at her like that..."
"Shut up!" Yu Beiming shouted to Lin Muxin, then raised his eyes to look at the others: "You guys, just go and do what you have to do!" Then he also walked towards the door of the house.
Mo Xiaohuan walked quietly, and a tall mausoleum appeared in her sight.
She walked over and walked gently to an unmarked tombstone. Looking at it, her heart ached and her tears couldn't stop falling. She whispered in a choked voice: "My child, mother is here to see you..."
A gentle breeze blew up, gently rolling up the fine sand on the floor, creating a tragic song with Mo Xiaohuan's crying.
Xiaotao didn't come because she didn't ask her to come, she wanted to stay quietly for a while
Mo Xiaohuan sat down against the tombstone and stroked the words on it with one hand. It was handwritten by Yu Beiming. Next to it was the tomb of his beloved wife Mo Qinghuan. When she glanced at this tomb, she couldn't bear to
She couldn't help but sneer, thinking of the scene where she and Yu Beiming got along two years ago, it was really unforgettable!
Her eyes returned to the small tombstone, and she gently leaned her face against it, as if she was stroking the child. Her expression was so gentle and peaceful, completely without the usual coldness.
That day two years ago, the day your mother gave birth to you, she was born prematurely. You were no longer there, and your mother’s heart ached so much. It was all because of your father, because of your father...
That day, my mother was in so much pain that she was dying. When you were born, it was as if the whole world was empty and only your mother was left. You... left your mother's arms. When you left, your mother had no intention of living alone.