Night enveloped the entire continent, and Fengtian City turned on its lights.
In the palace, the lights are as bright as day.
In Fengyi Palace, soft cloth-soled shoes stepped on the deep black stone ground, and the eunuchs and maids who came and went all walked lightly.
Everything is chaotic yet orderly.
It seems ordinary, but it is not ordinary.
On the roof not far away, a person stood silently.
The night wind blew up his empty left sleeve, and in the dim light, Murong Jinglun's ugly face was directly exposed to the night, looking extremely hideous.
As Shen Fengchu and Yun Chu expected, he came after all.
Although he also knew that the palace at this time was definitely not the place he should be. Ning Tianyuan was looking for him, and the entire capital was looking for someone without a left arm. That must mean he had no regrets, but that child was too important. .
Because he has now lost the ability to have children (ha, Beibei smiled evilly... Murong Jinglun, you are so pitiful), that child will be the last hope of the Murong family.
Looking at the palace people coming and going, his eyes passing by the hidden guards, Murong Jinglun's remaining right hand slowly clenched in his sleeve.
He slowly raised his right foot, raising the heel of the foot, in a state of indulgence.
At the same time, he looked around.
His eyes passed over the silver light reflected from the gun in the hand of a guard. He suddenly raised his eyebrows and lowered his raised heels back to their original positions.
Turning around, he silently swept up and rushed towards the direction of Zhonghua Palace.
In his heart, there was still a glimmer of hope, hoping that all this was just a trap, so before taking action, he decided to go to Chonghua Palace to take a look.
Concubine Yi sat in front of the mirror, carefully picked up a little rouge with her fingers and applied it to her cheeks.
In the past, palace servants would take care of these matters.
But, today is different from the past.
At that time, she was Imperial Concubine Yi, the highest-ranking person in the harem besides the queen. Anyone who did not respect her would fear her and please her.
At this moment, she is just a palace servant. If she didn't have this child in her belly, she would be a different person from ordinary eunuchs and palace maids. Who would serve her?
The jewelry in the box had already been snatched away, and those who had been bullied, beaten, scolded by her... had already snatched away everything she could.
This box of rouge escaped only by accidentally falling under the bed.
What she was wearing was no longer a gorgeous dress, but just the most ordinary plain robe. All the gorgeous dresses in the closet had already been robbed.
After carefully applying rouge, combing the messy hair with an old wooden comb, Imperial Concubine Yi stood up.
Plain clothes, plain hair, just a face smeared with rouge, she is so beautiful that she seems not to be stained by the dust of this world.
Back then, when she first met that person, he looked like this.
At that time, in the brothel, she was just like she is now, with nothing.
No, she has many now.
Raising her hand and caressing her bulging belly, Concubine Yi raised her lips and smiled happily. Having this child is enough.
Now, all she wants is to see that person again before she dies, so that her life can be complete.
She guessed that he would come.
Not because she is here, but because she still has his child in her belly. If he is not dead, the child will not die. Even if Empress Song gives birth to a dragon son, so what, that person has his own way to make this child a prince. Become an emperor and rule the world.