The tyrant's petite bag is sweet and silly

Chapter 440
From this point of view, the other party's face seems to have gone through something in the later stage to become what it is now.

What Xiuqin said next surprised Mingxi and Concubine Rong even more.

"Appearance is nothing, if you can't even save your life, you can give up everything..." Her tone and expression were unusually calm, but the ups and downs in her eyes revealed her restless heart, "I This face was destroyed by myself."

Ming Xi and Concubine Rong's eyes widened in shock at the same time!
What exactly happened to make a girl bear to make her face like this, just to save her life?
Ming Xi's heart suddenly became heavy.

It seemed that things were far more complicated than she had imagined.

However, no one was more surprised than Concubine Rong at this time. She was shocked and aphasia. When she came back to her senses, she didn't know what she thought of, and said eagerly, "What happened? Your lady..."

When she said this, her tone trembled faintly, and her eyes couldn't help turning red, as if she didn't dare to ask.

"Your lady, she...does she"

Back then, an urgent order came from the family asking her to go back and enter the palace for her younger sister.

That group of people, when they abandoned her, they abandoned her like clogs, and now they needed her, and they shamelessly ordered her as an elder, with a light word, they decided her fate for the rest of her life.

She left in a hurry, and she didn't even have time to leave a redundant explanation, and at that time, she also realized that she was abnormal, so she planned to decisively abandon those emotions that shouldn't be there.

If you want to break it, you have to break it completely.

But I didn't expect that this departure was not a separation of life, but a separation of death.

In the following year, she sent someone back to inquire, but in fact, she just wanted to know if she was doing well, whether she was married, and whether she was happy or not.

But unexpectedly learned the bad news.

The lady had died, and was said to have drowned a few months after her absence.

Concubine Rong felt depressed as if struck by lightning.

She always felt that the other party's death was inseparable from her. Guilt and remorse were like a heavy boulder, pressing firmly on her heart.

In the end, she was disheartened, and took the initiative to find the prime minister, agreed to his request, and entered the palace to pave the way for the other's daughter. The premise was that she wanted her good parents and regretted it!
She never forgave the couple, and of course, she didn't forgive herself either.

Now, there are many doubts about Xiuqin, which confirmed her guess.

Wan Wan's death was no accident!
That lady, her boudoir name is Cheng Wan.

Concubine Rong's heart clenched tightly, her eyes flushed.

For Xiang Laimei's delicacy, no matter when, no matter where she is always tidying up delicately and properly, Ming Xi has never seen her in such a distressed posture.

Shocked in her heart, she couldn't help feeling sorry, and patted her on the shoulder.

Concubine Rong didn't respond, her eyes fixed on Xiuqin, as if she was waiting for her to give an answer.

Xiuqin's tightly pursed lips were pale, she said in a hoarse voice with a tremor, "My young lady didn't die by accidental drowning at all!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a tear suddenly rolled down from the corner of his eye, and fell down heavily.

Concubine Rong was shocked and froze in place!

Xiuqin smiled miserably. After so many years, she finally had the courage to tell the truth.

She had numbly told others and herself countless times before that Miss drowned accidentally, just like everyone knew.

But God knows, every time she utters these words, her heart feels dull pain like being cut with a knife!

The young lady who treats her like her own sister, her bright and wanton young lady, her fresh life will always stay at the age of 15, she died so miserable, but as her maid, she can't do anything for her What, don't even have the courage to tell the truth!
She narrowly escaped death, but she couldn't avenge the young lady, she couldn't take revenge, because the young lady was miserable enough when she was alive, and she couldn't die without peace.

So she kept this secret silently, thinking that some scars would gradually fade over time, but she was wrong, she couldn't get over it.

The scars had rotted away, and she lived in pain and self-blame every day.

She hated her own powerlessness, and sometimes wished she could hit her head to death and go down to accompany the young lady.

But no, if she died too, this rotten and stinking secret would really be covered under the beautiful light forever.

So she counted the days of aging day by day during the years when she could not survive or die.

Finally, someone who wanted to find out the truth came.

Concubine Rong rested her forehead with her hands, and her headache was about to split. She took a few deep breaths and said very slowly, "I want to know the truth."

In the end, the voice weakened and was tinged with pain, "Xiuqin, please."

Ming Xi couldn't help being surprised. "Sister Rong..."

Concubine Rong seemed to have not heard, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing her like this, Xiuqin felt a bit of pleasure in her heart.

But her eyes dimmed, so what, her young lady will never come back.

There was enthusiasm in her eyes, overwhelming emotions surged, she closed her eyes, afraid that she could not help but reveal the hatred and despair in her heart.

She clearly knew that she shouldn't be with her husband, and the other party didn't know about it at all, but she couldn't help venting her anger in her heart. If, if her lady had never met this person, that would be fine.

Perhaps, she has now married a good husband and given birth to several children.

How beautiful the ideal is, how cruel the reality is.

At the age of a flower, her young lady was buried coldly in the loess with great grievances and hatred, sleeping for thirteen years.

Nobody cares.

After an unknown amount of time, she spoke slowly.

"Let me tell you a story."

Ming Xi sat up straight, her expression solemn.

Generally, such an opening means that the story must be very long, and it must be very restless.

The protagonist of the story is Cheng Wan, and the perspective of the story is also developed by her.

Cheng Wan was born in the Cheng Mansion, and in Ying City, the Cheng Mansion can be regarded as a wealthy family.

Cheng Wan, who grew up surrounded by rich clothes and fine food, has an innocent and lovely disposition, smart since she was a child, spoiled a little pampered, but she handles it just right and is not annoying.

Before the age of 14, she spent the first half of her life as Miss Jiaojiao held in the palm of her hand.

Until when she was 14 years old, she encountered a catastrophe that was destined for her.

It was a young lady from an aristocratic family from the imperial capital, not much older than her young lady, she was charming and charming, but her brows and eyes were light, exuding a cold arrogance.

That is the teacher Mr. Madame invited for Miss.

Before that, Miss had already run away with three teachers.

Xiuqin sighed a little.

Such a young and beautiful aristocratic lady might not be able to last long under her family's unruly and willful lady.

(End of this chapter)