When Shangguan Ying saw the open coffin, his eyes were round and his expression was filled with panic and horror.
No, she doesn't want to die. Who will save her? Who will save her?
The eyes of the panic and frowning eyes were coldly captured Shangguan Hui standing at the gate of the prime minister's mansion in a plain white dress. Her expression was so calm, gentle and elegant, as if she was just seeing a "good show".
Shangguan Ying's eyes narrowed little by little with fear, and finally closed in despair.
She lost, she lost completely. How could she naively think that she could win Shangguan Hui? Anyone with blood and tears would be moved by this scene before her. But she,
But she is so light and light, cold and weak. She is not a human being, she is simply a devil, a demon without blood, tears, and warmth!
Shangguan Hui, if there is a next life, I will find you and let you suffer ten times more miserable than I will suffer in this life...
"Miss, it's almost winter, and the weather is getting colder."
Qing'er covered her shawl on Shangguan Hui. Her body was cold and hot these days, and there was a hidden wind and coldness.
"Yes, it's almost the season for red plum blossoms to bloom again... Let's count the days, Shangguan Yao is about to give birth, right?"
Qing'er calculated with her fingers, "That's it, the child will be in the ground in one month or two. If Concubine Jing is successful, she can really win a man in one fell swoop, which is a great joy in the palace."
"I guess so?"
Shangguan Hui's response was a bit ambiguous. Shangguan Yao gave birth to a child, which was naturally a good thing for the man in the dragon throne, and his bloodline was able to continue. However, the regent party, even Feng Yebei, whose power and status were at its peak, would see it.
This child is like a thorn in his eyes. A melee around a battle of power may be coming...
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A lonely grave, no matter how gorgeous the appearance is, it adds a few rays of lonely cold and melancholy...
Shangguan Hui stood in front of the tomb of the Changgong Princess. Although she was a royal relative, the Changgong Princess was married as a wife, so she was not qualified to move into the imperial tomb in a "hundred years".
This is her first time, and perhaps the only time she has stood in front of the Princess’ grave. She thought. Because she doesn’t like “remembrance”, the dead are dead after all. No matter how much remembrance is, it is just a waste of time for herself.
A few strands of broken heart-breaking white hair.
"Princess, I wonder if you can reunite with your beloved underground?"
If this is true, perhaps death may be a relief to the eldest princess and Ronghuan. At least they do not have to suffer to gnaw on the bitter thoughts of heartbreak during their lives.
"Miss, it's cold, let's go back."
For half an hour, Qing'er stood silently behind Shangguan Hui. Seeing that the sky was getting late and the temperature was getting lower and lower, she was worried that Shangguan Hui's body would not be able to bear it due to the cold wind, so she spoke out to remind her.
"Yeah~"
With this light response, Shangguan Hui turned around, her eyes crossed Qing'er, but accidentally fell to a seemingly strange back not far away. The man was tall and slender, and although he was wearing a coarse cloth clothes, he was covered in the slightest.
He couldn't help but feel noble and elegant. Seeing that he was walking a little anxiously, he seemed to be hiding from someone, so he asked Shangguan Hui to raise his eyebrows even more suspiciously.
"Miss, what are you looking at?"
Qing'er saw her looking into the distance and focused, so she also looked in the direction she looked at each other.
Shangguan Hui ignored her and walked towards the woods where the figure disappeared.