Without Jiang Ziyin, Ximen Jingxuan doesn't know if he would have survived.
His mother-in-law was so indifferent to her children, even worse than a stranger who was neither a relative nor an acquaintance.
In fact, Ximen Jingxuan remembered that he had a younger sister who was born when he was six or seven years old. She was cast aside without a single sip of milk from his mother and concubine. When he found out about her birth and went to look for her, she had disappeared.
figure, the maid in the palace said, little
The princess died just after she was born. Since death represents an unknown event, she was taken outside the palace without disturbing anyone and was hastily buried. Only a small grave was left on the back hill of Wan'an Temple. It has been buried for almost a year.
Another year the wind has blown away.
The father didn't even give the princess a name before he could meet her in person.
This is like a sad episode in life, which is secretly engraved in Ximen Jingxuan's memory. While he sympathizes with his sister, he is even more grateful for Jiang Ziyin's kindness. He has always believed that his sister's death was due to the coldness of his mother and concubine. If
If she has more maternal love, her sister will not die lonely and cold.
What Ximen Jingxuan can't let go is why the mother-in-law doesn't love her children so much. Has she never experienced the beauty of being pregnant in ten months? Or has she regarded them as enemies since she was pregnant in ten months, which makes her disgusted?
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What makes Ximen Jingxuan still curious is what kind of relationship is between his mother-in-law and his father? How could he fall in love with an imperial doctor and elope out of the palace at the expense of notoriety, abandoning glory and wealth?
It's a pity that the imperial doctor who took away his mother and concubine was determined to die and said nothing even though he was subjected to various punishments. It seemed that he was determined not to be a mute.
Thinking of this, Ximen Jingxuan did not wait for Jiang Ziyin's answer, turned around and walked out of Jinhua Garden, left the palace, and came to a small mountain not far from Prince Xuan's palace.
This place was not originally a mountain, but a higher-lying area in the capital city. There were also scattered houses built before. However, during the battle with the previous dynasty, a fire broke out here, and many people from the Leng family died there.
Here, a ruin was formed, and for many years afterwards
No one came near. Later, the imperial court brought soil from the countryside to fill it up, and planted trees. Then the seeds in the soil sprouted, and weeds and thorns grew. Over the years, this place became the capital city.
There are still few human traces in the barren mountains and ridges.
After passing through the thorns, Ximen Jingxuan came to a slope. He stepped on a certain place in the ground and opened a hole in front of the grass-covered slope.
After Ximen Jingxuan entered the cave entrance, the cave door was closed.
Following familiar memories, Ximen Jingxuan walked forward, then turned a corner and opened a stone door. He continued walking and came to a row of dungeons. Each cell was separated by iron bars and was separated from most cells.
It was like a dungeon, dark, damp, and had a strange and biting cold wind.
Ximen Jingxuan stood in front of an iron prison, his indifferent eyes gradually solidified into thousand-year-old ice, like two ice swords, piercing into the prison.
There was a man handcuffed on the iron ring in the corner of the cell. His long gray hair hung messily, covering his face. His clothes were ragged and the colors could no longer be distinguished. He was sitting on the ground against the wall without saying a word. When he heard Ximen Jing
There was no sound from Xuan's approach, as quiet as a long-dead corpse.
However, the faint sound of breathing coming from his body let Ximen Jingxuan know that he was not dead, but was resisting his arrival with his usual silence.
Ximen Jingxuan opened the cell door, walked in, and pulled out the iron whip hanging from the iron hook on the wall.
The man raised his head slightly, looked at the cold-faced Ximen Jingxuan, glanced at the iron whip in his hand with chaotic eyes, grinned, and continued to lower his head.
This smile is like a huge irony to Ximen Jingxuan.
When dealing with those captured prisoners on the battlefield or dealing with potential enemy spies of the Qingyuan Dynasty caught by him, Ximen Jingxuan can pry open anyone's mouth no matter how tough he is. However, in front of this person,
Ximen Jingxuan used both hard and soft tactics, but no method could succeed, so in the end, there was only a series of various tortures to make this man live in purgatory.
Ximen Jingxuan thought that the endless torture would eventually make him speak, but no, this man was as tough as made of copper and iron.
Ximen Jingxuan knew that he was not really mute, because even a mute would scream when he was tortured in unspeakable pain. Even if the sound could not come out, he would open his mouth and try his best to make a scream. But this person
But he kept his mouth tightly closed, and when he felt the pain again, his face just twisted, and he bit his lips tightly without making a sound.
Ximen Jingxuan has never seen such a hard-boned person. He would be a hero on the battlefield, but he is just an imperial doctor, an imperial doctor who abducted a concubine, and a disciple who was expelled from the sect by the miracle doctor Guigu. Of course.
In Ximen Jingxuan's view, such a person is not worthy to be the successor of Guigu's miracle doctor.
He whipped the whip and struck the man violently. The man's body only twitched slightly. He raised his head again and glanced at Ximen Jingxuan through his messy hair.
With this whip, Ximen Jingxuan used a very strong force to vent his annoyance while ensuring that he could not be beaten to death.
The indifferent face that he usually showed others was completely gone at this time, only a face full of fierce and cruel colors like an angel from hell.
The man smiled, which was a reaction to the whip, and lowered his head again, like an old corpse that had been dead for thousands of years, not afraid of being ravaged.
"I know that you are waiting for her to save you, and I also tell you that you can never leave Prince Xuan's Mansion alive. I will wait until she appears in person!" Ximen Jingxuan said bitterly.
As soon as the sound fell, another whip was struck, and the scab that had just formed on the man was cracked again, and the ragged clothes were stained with new blood stains.
The biggest response to the opponent is silence, especially when the opponent cannot let him die and wants to pry open his mouth.
After wielding a dozen whips, Ximen Jingxuan threw the whip aside in annoyance, turned around and strode out of the iron prison. The sound of the prison door clanging spread throughout the dungeon and refused to dissipate for a long time.
The man raised his head, looked at Ximen Jingxuan's retreating back, and lowered his head with a dying breath.
He was injured again, seriously, but his vital parts were not injured, so he could not die. This torture like a living death has been going on for a year, and he didn't know how long he would live like this.
He knew that Ximen Jingxuan said that she would not come to save him, and he had given up any hope, but he would not end the dark and cruel days in front of him by himself.
For him, living means breathing, and he has to work hard to support this breath, because he still has some unfulfilled wishes. As long as he can live, he still has hope to wait until that day.