Since all the women in the palace were replaced, the new maids rarely spoke to the disgraced concubine.
As long as she provided three meals a day and provided medicine and abortion, Xintong became more and more lazy to dress up. She locked herself in the bedroom with her long hair hanging all day long, pulled up the curtains, and sewed clothes for the child in her belly, as if she had foreseen the consequences.
When it comes to what happened after she gave birth, the emperor she longed for never came to see her once. Sometimes she even felt that she was about to become moldy in the dark palace. If it weren't for the piece of flesh and blood in her belly, she didn't know who her biological father was.
, she thought, she would definitely not be able to survive.
Whenever she caressed her belly, she would unconsciously think of the scandalous things she had done with Hai Fang that night. How much she hoped that the child in her belly would be a complete royal heir, born from her and her beloved man.
My baby, there is no doubt about it.
During morning tea, Rong'er saw that Xiang'er's eyes were dull and listless, so he deliberately asked: "Did Guard Bian not sleep well last night? Why does he look so tired?" Xiang'er clasped his fists in salute and replied: "Oh, it was extremely hot last night.
The cicada outside the window was chirping in the middle of the night, so... therefore, the slave could not sleep peacefully."
As a guard, she was always quick to speak and very free and easy. Seeing her stammering, Rong'er became even more convinced that she had peeked at the file yesterday. With a flick of his hand, he dismissed the maids who were attending the garden and took out the sea from his sleeve.
Wang handed the book copied out from the mansion to her, "Take a look!"
Turning to the page about herself, Bian Xiang'er's apparent strength collapsed instantly, and he suddenly knelt in front of Rong'er, "Queen, if you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please!" Rong'er pretended to be helpless and shook his head, getting up.
He helped her up and said, "Get up quickly. If I want to deal with you, this book will not remain in my hands now. You have been working for the enemy for more than ten years. In this book, Hai Wang orders you
Countless people have been assassinated, and you have carried too many wronged souls. What you have to do is not to commit suicide, but to do your best to exonerate the wronged souls!"
Bian Xiang'er lowered his eyes for a moment and clasped his hands tightly, "What should I do? Please tell me clearly."
Rong'er slowly walked to her side and said in a very soft voice: "The death of Lu Qiao and Hai Fang must be related to your former master." Seeing her surprised look, Rong'er said again: "Actually, I
We already know the truth, but there is no evidence, so we have been unable to bring the real culprit to justice. You will help me and clear the case for them, right?"
As soon as Xiang'er closed her eyes, she recalled the scene when she killed Hongxiao. Such a fierce woman was cruelly stabbed to death by herself just because she wanted to avenge her sister. Perhaps, she helped her sister redress her grievances.
Only then could she be comforted. She was silent for a moment and then made up her mind and said, "My slave is willing."
The west wind blows at night, and the moonlight in Qixiang Palace is cooler than usual. Xintong always opens the window to get some air in the dead of night, because at this time of night, it is difficult to fall asleep. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees countless overlapping faces of the past.
Dazzling in front of her eyes were the real Wan Xin Tong's ferocious hatred that she had long forgotten, the deep resentment and sorrow of Green Qiao who glared at her fiercely, and Hai Fang's heart-wrenching smile that was so disturbing that she almost collapsed.
In addition, the strange fragrance in the palace today made her even more dizzy and uncomfortable.
I don't know if it was because she was dizzy or because she was imagining it, but she vaguely saw a white shadow passing by the window, drifting along the corner door to the Xianfu Palace on the opposite side. Xintong was so frightened that she fell to the ground, rubbed her eyes, and saw that
The white shadow rose faintly over Xianfu Palace, and her clothes were fluttering in the night wind. She was waving to herself, and the shawl between her sleeves was flying in the air, creating an infinite temptation for her.
"Come on...come on..."
The woman in white couldn't help waving to her in a very flirtatious manner. Xintong stood up involuntarily, opened the door of the dormitory in a daze, stared at the woman in white and pursued her away.
When she arrived in front of the gate of Xianfu Palace, a white cat suddenly rushed in in front of her, which made her regain her consciousness. She hesitated for a long time before taking steps to walk in. The moment she stepped into the palace gate, a cat floated down from the air.
A light green silk handkerchief was covering her face. She was so frightened that she took it off with a gasp. That color was Lu Qiao's favorite in the past.
Xintong threw the veil away as if it was contaminated with poison, and took two steps back. Suddenly something happened behind her, and she turned back nimbly, only to see someone hanging a green portrait painting on the corridor.
It's so lifelike, here and now, it's extremely scary.
"Who is it! Who wants to scare me? I tell you, I am not afraid!" The hysterical roar echoed in the empty palace room, echoing continuously. She covered her ears and walked frantically around the palace garden.
As if searching, "Lvqiao! Come out here, don't think that you can scare me if you die! When you were alive, I didn't take you seriously, now, what can you do to me!"
"younger sister···"
A low voice came from behind. The woman in green had her back turned to her, and her feet were not visible under her skirt. Xintong retreated towards the carved railings beside the corridor. There was a heavy shock in her back, and the pain penetrated into her bones, "You... you are
Lu Qiao! Why are you still here? That day in Yong Lane, I clearly burned your body with my own hands. Impossible... Impossible!" She rubbed her eyes, but saw the woman in green spinning around without touching the ground.
After crossing her body, her waist-length hair was messy by the night wind, and she slowly walked towards her, no, it was floating towards her!
"Sister, you are so cruel. You designed to kill me and made me bear the reputation of having sex with others. I am hopeless, so I don't blame you. But... why did you do so many bad things and then put
My body was burned, leaving me with no way to go to heaven, no way to go to earth, no place to be reincarnated..."
Xintong leaned on the railing and fell to the ground, her eyes empty and lost, "I...I have no choice. If I don't burn you, I can't survive. I want to live..."
"Haha..." The woman in green smiled coldly and sarcastically, "You are just like me now, so what if you are alive? You are just a white-headed concubine in the palace. It is better to die. Come with me, and let's leave here together."
"No! No..." Xintong wavered for a moment, then she clutched her stomach and said in confusion: "No, I still have a child, I can't leave my child, no..." The woman in green suddenly turned her eyes
He leaned against her cheek and said: "He is a scoundrel, he shouldn't stay...shouldn't stay..."
She curled up on the ground, hugging a ball, protecting her belly, shaking her head, "No! He is my child, I don't care who his father is, he is my child, and I will take good care of him."
Protect him, and I will let him become the crown prince and enjoy all the glory and wealth! Be the most noble person in the world!"