Chapter 4
"I want you to pay with blood..." Helian Zixing sat up abruptly with a loud cry.

"Xing'er, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

A pair of gentle hands that are most familiar in memory gently covered Zixing's forehead. At that moment, she was stunned.

Didn't even dare to look up.

That was the voice of the queen mother, and the unique fragrance of herbs belonged to the queen mother.

How can this be?

She was already dead, it was Fusheng who strangled her to death with his own hands, and she still had a fresh memory of the feeling of being suffocated by the white silk wrapped around her neck.

memory?

Her hand slowly moved to her neck, her eyes touched the bright red palace dress, and her eyes slowly moved up.

It's really the queen mother, she always has a cold and serious face, and now she is full of worries.

She is still as noble as before, beautiful and beautiful.

Although there are wrinkles in the corners of her eyes that cannot be concealed with makeup, in Zixing's heart, she will always be so beautiful.

"Mother, queen mother." Her voice trembled, and she looked at the queen mother's face in disbelief.

"You child, why are you so careless? You were caught in the rain yesterday and burned all night. Do you know how worried the queen mother and your father are?" Seeing her wake up, the worry on Situ Jing's face was swept away. However, it was replaced by her usual seriousness.Speaking is also accusatory.

But Zixing doesn't care if she blames her or not.

After being able to see her mother again, she suddenly threw herself into her arms like when she was a child.

The queen mother doesn't like her being tired of her, no matter how much she pampers her, she always keeps a distance on purpose.

Everyone in the palace is afraid of her, but Zixing is not afraid, she knows that the queen mother loves her.

So she always tried every means to get into her arms. Although she tried to push her away every time, her stalking skills were top-notch. Every time at the end, the queen mother always hugged her helplessly and perfunctorily. .

This is already the most intimate performance of the queen mother.

It's the same at this moment, obviously last moment, she was still stroking her forehead so worriedly.

But at this moment, she threw herself into her arms, and she wanted to push her away again.

"What are you talking about? A princess should behave like a princess. Let go of your hand quickly."

Once Zixing hated her saying this the most, and always refuted her, even if she was a princess, she was still her daughter, and a daughter should act like a baby in her mother's arms like this.

But now, she just wants to cry, and cry hard.

Only in the arms of her mother would she shed tears recklessly. In the three years she was in the cold palace, she had not shed a single tear, but in the arms of her mother, she just wanted to cry first.

"My sister must have been frightened by a nightmare just now."

Zixing's desire to cry suddenly disappeared after hearing these words.

It was replaced by deep hatred.

This voice, even if she reincarnated several times, she would never forget it.

Helian Yueru.

She raised her head abruptly, and her eyes of hatred fell directly on the person behind the queen mother.

But when she saw Helian Yueru startled the moment he met her eyes, she also suddenly discovered something.

She glanced down at herself.

The legs are fine, and so are the hands. When she touched her face, there was no blood or scars.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the hairpin inlaid with night pearls on the back of the mother's head, and she stared fixedly at the hairpin again.

She remembered clearly that this hairpin was a keepsake from her father when he married his mother, but it broke in front of Zixing when his father insisted on making Shen Fengyi a noble concubine.

(End of this chapter)

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