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3. The world of peace and security 3

Some time ago, Mrs. Zhu played the role of a good aunt, asking for grace in the name of good intentions, and letting her original body, who had always been in poor health, come to the national temple to recuperate. In fact, she was just asking her daughter to replace the original body and enter the palace as the queen.

The original owner found out in the temple that her husband had been robbed by her sister, and Zhen Xin was in great glory.

But she was hopeless, depressed and desperate, and died without even taking a breath.

Then, Zhen Shan came.

There was a hint of cold irony in the beautiful eyes of the Demon Concubine. The mother of the original owner was a fool, and the original owner was also stupid.

If it were her, she would take good care of her body, use everything she can, climb to a high position, and then trample on those who dare to bully her and humiliate her.

Zhen Shan's slender jade-like fingers gently stroked her cheek, and the original owner had such a world-famous face that was five times similar to hers.

Queer has no choice but to spread his hands, but not everyone can kill as decisively as his mother-in-law!

Zhen Shan curled her lips coldly, "Women are inherently weak in this world. If you don't strengthen yourself and love yourself, you deserve to be crushed to death."

"Empress, what are you going to do next?"

"Of course, I got the boy and girl to love each other through reading Buddhist scriptures with my little monk."

"...The queen is wise."

"Yeah," Zhen Shan yawned lazily and closed his eyes lightly.

First of all, it is better to take care of the original owner's useless body, otherwise she will die before the little monk can seduce her.

In this way, when you return to the underworld, you are still going to be laughed out of your wits by the old man, King of Hell and the others?

The queen refuses!



Zhen Shan slept until sunset, and then was woken up by the maid Que'er to drink medicine.

Why are there so many ‘missing children’ around the empress?

The empress rubbed her brows, leaned on the soft pillow, and drank half a bowl of porridge to cushion her stomach before Que'er brought the medicine.

"Miss, good medicine tastes bitter, Que'er has prepared your favorite honey plum for you."

Zhen Shan's beautiful eyes glanced across the bowl of dark medicinal soup, her red lips were slightly raised, she reached out to bring the medicine over, took a small spoon, drank it in small sips, and refused the honey plums offered by Que'er.

She was like this when she was alive. She tasted every pain and suffering on her own. In this way, she could engrav the pain in her bones and pay it back a thousand times a hundred times in the future.

It’s painful, and you’ll get used to it if you eat too much!

"Miss..." Que'er couldn't bear it.

"It's nothing. What hardships can't you endure now?"

"Miss, are you going to let Mr. Zhu offend you like this?"

"My biological father doesn't like my mother and I, and he's extremely partial. Que'er, you've been with me for more than ten years, and you still can't see clearly?"

"How could it be possible? If he didn't have his wife back then, where would he be today?"

"It's because my mother and the merchant witnessed his most miserable days that he couldn't tolerate it."

"You ungrateful white-eyed wolf!" Que'er didn't care about committing the crime, her face was full of anger, "Miss, otherwise I will send a message to the merchant..."

"Forget it, now my grandfather and his family have too much time to take care of themselves, so don't let them bother me anymore."

Zhen Shan shook his head, a wry smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

The beauty is lonely, which is extremely heartbreaking.

"Miss……"

Zhen Shan held Que'er's hand and said softly: "Now, you are the only one beside me, Que'er."

"Don't worry, Que'er will protect you even to the death."

A smile appeared on Zhen Shan's pale little face. She was beautiful and fragile, making people unaware of how such a delicate person could survive without someone holding her in his hand.

"I do believe you."
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