Mu Xianning's voice was cold without any warmth, her eyes were cold, and Ouyang Liying was unable to say a word because of her overwhelming aura. Even as a swordsman, she could only tremble and fell to her knees with a crash.
There is only one voice in my heart: She is not Mu Xianning, she is the devil!
As if hearing Ouyang Liying's thoughts, Mu Xianning glared coldly and said in a cold voice, "The former Mu Xianning is dead. From today on, you'd better tell me clearly who is the real master of this palace."
, remember your identities for me." He glanced at the remaining two ladies and the maids who were all frightened out of their wits, then turned and left with a sneer.
Ouyang Liying is not qualified to do it herself. Let her enjoy the boundless fear. As for living and dying, she can just ask for her own blessings.
"Call the imperial doctor, otherwise your Princess Shangguan Xia Qi will really die." Mu Xianning's voice floated from far away, and Shangguan Xia Qi's maid finally realized and trotted to call the imperial doctor.
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The rest of the people still did not die from this nightmare. Miss Zhang Leilei was so frightened that she hugged Miss Hu Xiyin and shed tears.
"She must be possessed by an evil spirit... It's over, it's over..."
An evil spirit? No, she is not.
Mu Xianning just has a relatively strong receptive ability, just like she can play every modern game to perfection.
In just ten minutes, she knew the rules of this game, so she had to play it well, right?
Returning to the mansion that was remembered in Mu Xianning's body, she couldn't help but click her tongue twice.
Compared with her earlier memories of the so-called Yingyue Palace when her father was still alive, her current palace seemed like a slum. It was not as good as her modern villa.
She remembered that all the jade and treasures in this room were taken away by several princesses who were once envious of her after her father's death. Now, except for a bed and a few clothes in the cabinet, there are also a few in the outer hall.
There were only a few wooden seats, but nothing was left. Even the maidservants who followed her left one after another and joined the new master.
Only this empty silver-white hall with the silver moonlight left, with an oriental architectural atmosphere, made her feel more comfortable.
She is originally Chinese, but rarely returns to China, but she is extremely interested in the ancient culture of her hometown.
Glancing around, she saw a classical calligraphy and painting on the bedside table.
On that painting were the portraits of the young Princess Qingyue and her mother, Concubine Yue, when they were still alive.
Mother and daughter hugged each other and smiled very brightly. In my memory, this painting was painted by the late emperor, who loved Concubine Yue very much because he doted on her.
Unexpectedly, the late emperor died suddenly ten years ago, and Concubine Yue died in depression less than three years ago.
The remaining seven years will be hellish torture for the eight-year-old Princess Qingyue.
She remembered that Princess Qingyue was captured by Prince Situ, and she did not say a word to beg for mercy until she fell into coma, so she was tortured to death by those young ladies. With her already weak and delicate body, coupled with the years of suffering from illness, this
Princess Qingyue is indeed too miserable.
"You little girl with integrity, you summoned me here, right? Princess Qingyue, Mu Xianning, our names are the same." Mu Xianning murmured her own name that was similar to Princess Qingyue's, and sounded the same name as before she woke up.
With a sad and sad voice, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the smiling mother and daughter in the portrait, a trace of pity rising in his cold eyes.
