Mother, the boy picked up several fathers

Chapter 12

Coming out of the cabin, the nostrils were filled with the smell of burning.

Although He Yanyan used acupuncture and internal force to control the toxin, she couldn't restrain the pain in her legs.

Every step she took felt like her knee had been gouged out alive, and she fell to the ground after only a few steps.

She recalled what her nanny had said, that if the prince's life and death were still uncertain within seven days, then she would go to be buried with him, and she couldn't help but start to worry.

"last night……"

Is the person talking at my bedside really the king?
He Yanyan tried hard to recall what happened last night, but she couldn't remember anything except the burning pain from the flames.

"If it's really the king, I just need to find a way to make him show up again to save my life."

She muttered to herself.

But if not, today is already the fifth day, and if there is still no news from the king after two days, wouldn't he be risking his child's life?
Tears welled up, and He Yanyan touched the jade pendant on her neck that her mother gave her before she got married, secretly sad——

On the second day after she married into the palace, she received a letter from her mother who ordered someone to send it quickly.

Since the Qianglan Kingdom has no gender restrictions on those in power, the elder sister conspired against the empress to take the position of the empress. Domestic affairs, but the outside world is closely guarded about this.

This letter was sent by my mother's cronies before she went to the isolated island. I am afraid that her life and death are now uncertain.

Apart from the palace, He Yanyan has nowhere to go.

She thought about wandering, but if she did, she would never have the chance to avenge her mother and father.

Therefore, returning to the palace is the best choice.

She didn't know how long she had been unconscious on the ground, her mother's voice and smile were all in her mind, and when He Yanyan opened her eyes again, the sun was already high.

He dragged his exhausted body to get up from the ground, half of his cheeks were burnt, he lost his stunning face, and he couldn't use martial arts, even if he had medical skills.

Picking up a branch as a walking stick, she limped back to the palace.

Knocking on the door, a young servant impatiently opened the door with a bowl in his hand:
"what--"

As soon as he saw He Yanyan's burned cheek, he cried out in shock, fell to the ground and crawled backwards in fright.

"What's the matter?" Ye Siying heard the sound, she was already looking like a hostess, she even changed into He Yanyan's clothes - she was not as tall as He Yanyan, it looked like she was wearing a fence.

Seeing the woman whose face was destroyed by the fire at the door, she screamed, "Ah! Where did you come from! Get out!"

He Yanyan ignored her and went straight in. Ye Siying grabbed her tattered clothes:

"Where did the smelly beggar come from? Do you know where this is?"

He Yanyan turned her head and looked at Ye Siying quietly. Although the latter couldn't recognize the woman in front of her, this look made her shudder:

"Ye Siying, what happens to my princess today is tomorrow's you. You, and your mother, will repay everything you have done to this princess!"

Squinting her eyes, Ye Siying squeezed her hand even harder: "Are you... He Yanyan?"

As soon as she said this, Ye Siying laughed wantonly: "Hahahaha, how ridiculous! I never thought that the fourth princess of Qianglan Kingdom would look like this! You still want revenge? What a joke!"

The nanny rushed out when she heard the sound, and she was shocked when she saw He Yanyan. She wanted to drive her out, but Ye Siying stopped her:

"I'd like to see what you are capable of? Since you dare to come back, I don't think you mind being buried two days later, He Yanyan?"

It seems that Ye Siying has also heard about this matter.

He Yanyan met her provocative gaze: "If this princess is buried, then even a ghost will not let you go."

After finishing speaking, under the gaze of the nanny, He Yanyan was locked into the woodshed by the servants.

Not knowing why her daughter kept this woman, the nanny asked worriedly: "Yingying, I'm afraid this woman won't live long, so it's better to throw it out quickly, so as not to dirty the facade of the palace."

Ye Siying disagreed: "Mother! This kind of woman must take advantage of her illness and kill her! Anyway, the prince will not come back, so it's better to bury her in seven days, so we can have a good reputation!"

The nanny looked at her daughter's undisguised viciousness, but murmured in her heart——

After all, He Yanyan's stomach is Bian Xiao's flesh and blood, and he is also the heir of his last bloodline...

Seeing her mother's sad face, Ye Siying nudged her with her elbow: "Mother, are you still worried about the child?"

The nanny was silent.

"Yesterday, I injected a full dose of poison. That child is already dead, so don't worry about it!"

"..."

When Ye Siying returned to the firewood room again, although the conditions here were a bit rough, it could still provide shelter from the wind and rain.

A high fever suddenly broke out in the middle of the night, and He Yanyan passed out directly on the ground. If a few men hadn't picked her up from the ground, she probably wouldn't know how long she would have been lying there.

"Get up, He Yanyan," when she opened her eyes again, Ye Siying was standing in front of her with her arms folded, "It's time to get on the road."

On the road?

He Yanyan frowned: "What do you mean?"

"You have been in a coma for a whole day and night. Today is the night of the seventh day. When the eighth day comes, we will hold a wedding between you and the king at the mansion."

"..."

"You are the king's man by birth, and the king's ghost by death!"

(End of this chapter)