Secretary Song raised his hand slightly and lit up the lights on the Buddhist niche. The bright firelight made the queen uncomfortable for a while.
She has become accustomed to silence and darkness, and the sudden light will destroy her calm heart.
Raising her hand to block the light in front of her, Secretary Song took the girl's hand and slowly walked under the light, letting her kneel on the futon, her supple back slightly hooked, and her black hair scattered on her shoulders.
Both sides.
"Honglian, raise your head." Secretary Song ordered in a low voice.
The girl slowly raised her pale cheek, her brows were soft, her facial features were delicate, and she looked quiet and graceful.
Black hair slowly fell from the sides of her face.
The queen's eyes suddenly widened, she exclaimed, then backed away suddenly, looking at Honglian with fear and anger.
"Get out! Get out!"
Honglian raised his head in confusion and looked at her, but made no move.
Secretary Song smiled and pressed her shoulders, and said to the queen: "She is not Huang Beiyue, she is your daughter."
"My daughter is Ying Ye!" the queen shouted hysterically, "Secretary Song! If you don't get out, I will send someone here!"
Secretary Song glanced at her and said, "Do you still remember the crescent hairpin?"
The queen was shocked, then trembled all over, her lips trembled, "Stop talking..."
"When the princess was born, Grandma Wen took her to bathe. Prince Zhanye was young and playful, and accidentally printed the red-hot crescent hairpin on the princess's arm." Secretary Song said while pulling the sleeve of Honglian's left hand.
Bend it up and let her expose her arms to the queen.
In the flickering candlelight, Honglian's arms were as white as jade, like the finest gelatin. On the arm with a raised shoulder, a crescent moon mark crawled on the skin.
The crescent moon is unique. In the center of the crescent moon is a blooming cherry blossom.
"If I remember correctly, the crescent hairpin was given as a dowry by the princess to the queen when the queen got married. It is a family heirloom of the princess and is unique in the world."
Looking at the crescent mark on Honglian's arm, the queen's hands couldn't help but tremble, her teeth kept chattering, and she couldn't even speak a complete sentence.
But Secretary Song continued with a smile: "Back then, when the princess was scalded, Po Wen was so frightened that she immediately carried the princess to find the imperial doctor. Unfortunately, she was killed for no apparent reason on the way. When the palace maid found her, she was holding her in her arms and crying loudly.
The princess."
The queen's eyelashes trembled and tears rolled down her face.
Song Mi said: "The princess who was brought back had no burns on her arms, because I was the one who killed Po Wen and transferred the princess."
"Why?!" The queen took a deep breath and finally shouted hysterically.
A powerful force suddenly emerged from his thin body, and he suddenly jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Mi Song.
A figure flashed before his eyes, and Hong Lian stood in front of Mi Song without hesitation, but the Queen's nails scratched a bloody mark on his face.
She looked at the queen expressionlessly, like a doll that had lost its vitality. She didn't know the pain, she only knew how to protect the person behind her.
The queen looked at her and finally backed away step by step. Finally she fell on the futon and burst into tears.
"I hate you! I hate you!" the queen cried and said crazily, "Even if I did something wrong, even though the revenge is on me, why should I hurt my daughter? Although I hate Huiwen, I have never treated her harshly.
