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232. Chapter 232 Upside Down 3

There was a low whimper outside the bed tent: "I'm afraid..."

I quickly got out of bed and lit the lamp, "Yi'er?"

The little baby is dressed in a small white robe, with long black hair scattered to her shoulders, looking like a delicate white plum in the winter snow.

"Sister." His tear-stained face raised slightly.

Alas, I, Ye Rong, have always been kind and soft-hearted, but seeing how pitiful he looked, my heart was scratching like a cat, and I quickly picked him up on my lap.

"Is your uncle going to marry you?" Yi'er wiped away her tears and looked at me with watery eyes.

"Sister...sister is getting married the day after tomorrow." I picked the wick. Under the dim candlelight, the flying phoenix hairpin on the dressing table reflected the dazzling golden light, which made my cheeks blush.

Yi'er followed my gaze, glanced at the dressing table, and said quietly: "My mother-in-law said that after wearing the flying phoenix hairpin, she is no longer the same as the ordinary women in the world. Only she knows the pain this hairpin has caused..."

The eldest princess...sigh...

I managed a smile and tapped the tip of his fair nose, "You are a little kid, you are not a grown-up person yet, why are you pretending to be mature?"

He suddenly lowered his head and said: "During breakfast, I wanted to eat meat porridge, so I said the eight-treasure rice soup was too sweet, so my concubine tasted it..."

I felt excited, "Yi'er, you said your mother-in-law drank eight-treasure rice soup?"

Yi'er nodded blankly.

The sound of wind and rain was loud, like the helpless sobbing of a ghost, sad and desolate.

"Mother concubine...she is going to die, isn't she?" The wind and rain broke Yi'er's milky voice into pieces.

I quickly hugged his soft little body tightly, "Don't be afraid, Yi'er, uncle Huang and I are with you..."

"Dong dong dong", his little heart beat powerfully, which made me feel inexplicably at ease...

[The lady is coming]

"Miss, Zhang Ma, who is in charge of the kitchen, has come and gone. Today's fresh meat has not been delivered yet. I don't know..." Chun Xian stood aside chattering.

"Chun Xian, you can't make meat porridge, but it's the same as cooking white porridge." I waved my hand lazily and dismissed the little girl.

Before dawn, a group of white-helmeted forest guards surrounded the Prince of Qin's palace like an iron barrel. Not to mention delivering meat, even a mosquito couldn't fly in even after peeling off three layers of skin.

After the rain, the sky clears up, with a bright luster, as clear as a piece of jasper. Occasionally, a wandering cloud blows past, and a formation of flying geese flying back from the north comes. Alas, it should be a leisurely and relaxing day!

The sound of heavy footsteps gradually approached. I straightened my cloud-patterned white robe and sat upright.

"The late emperor passed away at midnight last night. Zhao Yue, a humble minister, came here to welcome the emperor's grandson back to the palace to mourn on the orders of His Highness King Qin." The ninth brother knelt on one knee and spoke in a steady and calm tone, as if he was solemn and dignified as an important official of the imperial dynasty.

"General Zhao is safe." The little baby who was still crying last night also assumed the solemn and awe-inspiring attitude of a royal nobleman.

Alas, life is such a drama!

"Wait outside the hall for a moment." Ninth Senior Brother gave the order, and immediately, the flower hall felt much cooler.

The spring breeze outside the hall is like a colorful picture painted with fine brushwork. Yi'er's low voice is particularly heartbreaking in the warm spring day: "Sister, Grandpa Huang is also dead, isn't he?"

The gentle breeze stirred up the pear blossoms, which were as white as drooping white flags.

"Little Junior Sister, Xiaobai knows that you can't live peacefully, so I specifically asked you to enter the palace with Yi'er."

[The lady is coming]

On the high steps outside the mourning hall, his silky long coat was fluttering in the wind, like a white butterfly about to fly, "Rong'er, your and my marriage are going to be postponed."

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