"Lan Xin..." A slight call came to mind leisurely behind her, and when she turned around, it was Qian Shang who had not yet fallen asleep.
"Miss Qianshang," Lan Xin flashed her eyes and replied Nono.
"Lan Xin, do you want to go home? Then go, I think Hong Yi will not let you go." Qian Shang still understands these, killing and silencing is a common method used by the royal family to protect themselves.
"I wrote a letter to the Queen Mother and asked Huang Ying to give it to the maid next to the Queen Mother when she went out today. The Queen Mother will arrange for you to go out."
"Miss Qianshang..." Suddenly, she felt sad, making Lan Xin unable to speak.
"It's nothing. I don't blame you. So what if I blame you? I can feel how you felt at that time. I can see that you don't want to harm me."
She thought about hating Lan Xin, but so what?
It wasn't that she hadn't noticed Lan Xin's sadness. She also thought of her past. She didn't want to, she obviously didn't want to, but she had to do it.
It's like, I obviously don't want to follow Qiye, but I have to follow!
Their fates are all in the hands of others. It's already miserable, so why bother asking each other?
She remembered such a saying - a thing hurts its own kind, and its lips and teeth will die.
Ancient books also wrote something like this in the Three Kingdoms - the rabbit dies and the fox grieves, and everything harms its own kind.
She and Lan Xin are both pitiful and deplorable women. We must not trample on each other.
Things harm their own kind...
Lan Xin made a pop and knelt on the ground. She didn't get up for a long, long time. She was so choked that she could only utter two words: "Miss..."
Qian Shang smiled nonchalantly: "Lan Xin, don't go to the emperor for me. I know you are uneasy. In fact, it's better to be locked up in Jingxin Pavilion than in the cold palace. I still have Huang Ying to accompany me."
"Look, it's not my father's death. Maybe, I'm still in the cold palace now."
