1393.Chapter 1393 Tiger poison does not eat children? 04
Huangfujin leaned over, hugged her gently, and comforted her: "Don't be sad. If I were the late empress's son, you wouldn't know me. You would just think of me as a poor child like you do now."
Su Mo sobbed and nodded, hugged his arm tightly, and murmured: "Fortunately you are not, fortunately not. I just feel that they are so pitiful..."
She thought of the real Su Mo in this world, Aunt Gu's daughter, the one who was beaten to death by Du Juan. At least Du Juan was not her biological mother.
But the emperor is their biological father after all. If they really don’t want them to be emperors, then there must be many, many ways to prevent them from becoming emperors. Is death really the only option?
Perhaps only death can permanently eliminate future troubles, blocking the way for the ministers who were loyal to the former empress and always wanted to restore her?
Otherwise, even if he is a fool, a commoner, hiding in the middle of the market, if someone finds out, or is loyal to the empress, or has ulterior motives to take advantage of him, huge waves will be caused.
is that so?
She fell into a deep sleep, and in her dream she actually returned to modern times. Huangfujin was gone. She stared in shock at her mother knitting sweaters in the living room, and her father playing chess with her grandfather. Huangfujin was the only one missing. She actually came to the ground directly.
When I went to ask them where Prince Jing had gone, my mother didn’t even raise her head and said with a smile, wasn’t he beaten to death by the emperor? It’s so pitiful that such a young child was suffocated to death. She just felt like saying in her chest
The pain was excruciating, as if something was about to tear her apart. She couldn't shout or cry. She just looked at them in horror. Grandpa said to her with a smile, "Girl, you are stunned when you watch TV. I
I've told you a long time ago, don't let her watch so much TV. A little girl doesn't learn well after watching TV.
She only felt a kind of overwhelming sadness coming from all over the sky, drowning her deeply, making her unbearable and unable to face it.
She couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Mo'er, Mo'er, wake up..." A cool and uniquely gentle voice echoed in her ears, and a big warm hand stroked her cheek over and over again.
The calling voice was firm and affectionate, and Su Mo opened her eyes impatiently. For her, the past had become a dream, and she could no longer lose it again.
"I thought you were gone!" she cried loudly like a child.
