Su Yueming put her head on the prince's back and held his palm tightly. Some scenes from her past life suddenly appeared in her mind...
…
It was a cold winter. This year's winter was particularly cold. Su Yueming couldn't remember how long it had snowed.
Xuanyuan Qiche looked at her, his eyes shining brightly, and he put the red-hot soldering iron into the trembling Su Yueming's hand——
Su Yueming felt the scalding heat in her hands, tears flashed in her eyes, she opened her lips, looked up at Xuanyuan Qiche, and asked:
"Is the throne really that important to you?"
"Yes." Xuanyuan Qiche nodded without hesitation and said, "I have been waiting for many years. The throne is everything to me, it is life. I must ascend to the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and I must let
All people admire me. I want to realize my ambition, Yue'er..." He held Su Yueming's shoulders with both hands and said in an excited tone, "Help me, you are the only one who can help me. You are the only person beside me who is trustworthy.
"
Tears fell from her face because of his words——
"The only person I can trust is you."
She picked up the hot iron, trembling hands, and stamped it on her face.
"ah!"
"Ah!" The heartbreaking wailing sounded through the snowy night, and she curled up and rolled on the ground, "No, I don't, give me medicine, give me medicine, it hurts, it hurts..."
Xuanyuan Qiche stepped forward to hug her and hold her hand tightly——
"Yue'er, Yue'er, bear with it, it will pass soon. I love you, and I only love you."
"I...ah..."
I don't know how long it took, but she finally stopped wailing. She was lying on the ground numbly, as if dead. Her flawless white jade face was now covered in blood and flesh, and her original appearance could no longer be seen clearly.
Xuanyuan Qiche carefully picked her up, kissed her forehead, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Yue'er. Tomorrow, tomorrow you can wait for the prince. He is soft-hearted and will definitely take you in.
When the time comes, just pay attention to his movements and I will come to you."
"..." She nodded feebly and said in a weak voice, "Take good care of Wen Yi. She is only three years old without a mother by her side. She is so pitiful. You must... you must love her well."
"Don't worry, Wen Yi is our precious daughter, I will take good care of her."
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The sky is covered with ice and snow, and the sky and the earth are pale.
The snow is already knee-deep, and people in cold weather will freeze.
In the vast world, there is only one woman moving forward with difficulty——
Three thousand green silk hairs are scattered on her body, and she is only wearing a thin light blue dress. Her back is delicate and fragile. From a distance, she looks like an orchid that will be blown down by the wind at any time, which makes people feel pity for her.
.
She walked numbly in the snow, step by step, foot by foot, her body tilted, her steps staggering, she hugged her body tightly, she was frozen, and there was a long series of deep footprints behind her.
A luxurious carriage drove up from a distance, and the carriage was also covered with snow. Her heart trembled.
Cold, really too cold.
She was already afraid of the cold, so she had been waiting in the snow for four hours wearing the thin shirt Xuanyuan Qiche had prepared for her.
Before the carriage approached, her vision went dark, she fainted, and fell into a pile of white snow.