Apart from vulgar scolding, she really couldn't think of any way to vent her inner anxiety and uneasiness.
"Don't be afraid, Miss Peirong, it's okay!"
Fortunately, at this time, someone took the initiative to give me a strong sedative.
That person is the Blue Demon King's mother
In the huge crystal ball next to him, the kind-hearted old woman appeared again.
"Girl, do you hate Wang Jue very much?"
Why does his mother always contradict her son?
It makes no sense either emotionally or rationally
Peirong thought of the wealthy people with complicated family relationships that she had met before, and couldn't help but boldly suspect: "Excuse me, why are you always so eager to help me? Could it be that Wang Jue is not your biological child?"
These words surprised the old woman. No one in Blue Devil City would have such a ridiculous idea.
If it wasn't her biological son, why would she still worry about her son's choice of concubine?
But she still smiled and said: "Girl, Wang Jue is of course my biological son. It's just that I am doing good deeds for him. Killing too many people is ultimately a mistake. Don't you know this truth? I hope my son will do the same.
A good prince who is upright and kind and has the world at heart, not a prince who cares about a woman, do you understand what I mean?"
Do you care about women?
Peirong felt a little uncomfortable. Like her son, this old woman showed a look of contempt for herself.
Is it a shame to argue with her?
"Oh? It's really enviable that Wang Jue has such a good mother. It's not like me who was lonely since I was a child."
"Alone?"
"Yes, the Witch Fox King sent me to Beiyou Country to be adopted by a general when I was very young. From then on, I just stayed in a boudoir that never saw the light of day, doing nothing and my father was so busy.
If you don’t have time to take care of me, doesn’t this count as being lonely?”
Peirong's ability to respond in time was quite good. She quickly gave a general explanation of her reasoning. In short, it was impossible for her to say that she was just a lonely soul who had traveled through time. Even if she did, maybe the old woman wouldn't.
I believe that I may really define myself as a lunatic, and I really won’t be able to explain it at that time.
"Does this count as being lonely? According to this, my son is more lonely than you. He has been ostracized by his brothers since he was a child. If he hadn't worked hard and practiced hard every day, he wouldn't be where he is today? I can