"Let's do this!"

"Okay! Your Majesty, take care of yourself......"

As the general said that, he turned around and stepped into the dark night outside. The force of the heavy rain became more and more powerful.

"My child, I'm sorry! It's my fault that your mother is useless and your existence has no weight. It's a pity that you were born a girl, which made your mother even more desperate. She did this just to prevent you from being in a world of right and wrong that is better than nothing.

In the ground, I hope you survive the disaster..."

On that night of heavy rain, Jiang Jieyu leaned on the edge of the bed and wet half of the pillow with tears. Her consciousness became more and more trance-like, and her vision became increasingly blurry...

Later, when Emperor Ji learned that she was not dead, he went to Yifeng Palace happily.

However, after Emperor Ji heard that the child had mysteriously disappeared while she was unconscious on the night of childbirth, she immediately became furious and filed a lawsuit.

"Even if we have to dig deep into the ground, turn over rivers and seas, and pursue him to the ends of the earth, we must find the child!"

Thinking of this, Jiang Jieyu suddenly looked up to the sky and sneered, but countless knives secretly surged in her heart. If the resentment in her heart could kill someone, Ji Rongling, the wolf-hearted person beside her, would have died tens of millions of times!

However, she still kept saying the same words that made her heart ache.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to be sad. My son will surely be blessed and prosperous by relying on your dragon power..."

Back then, Jiang Jieyu always said the same words to Emperor Ji over and over again.

However, after a while, it started to rain outside the eaves.

"This rain is so cold, as cold as the ruthless torrential rain that night..."

She looked up and saw the sky as black as ink, and the resentment in her bones was like a ghost crawling out of the abyss.

"Hehehehe..."

"To this day, if I could turn back time, I would rather take my children and remain anonymous..."

The cool breeze blew slowly in the cold night, looking stiff and indifferent. She tried to suppress the tears that were about to overflow her eyes, but she still couldn't.

"My child! I heard that some people's ears will feel hot and their noses will sneeze when they chant. I wonder if you feel the concern for your mother at this moment?"

Concubine Jiang leaned against the railing of the palace corridor, the loneliness in her eyes becoming more intense.

"My child! Have you ever felt your mother's concern?"

She looked at the dark night sky.

At this time, the night wind suddenly picked up...

"Shua...Shua...Shua..."

"I wish you happiness and peace!"

"It may not be true that King Ying is the prince of the current dynasty..."

So she turned over again, the doubts in her eyes getting stronger.

"Look at Princess Lin, she does look like a little person in a shadow puppet show!"

She thought to herself, then took off a small wooden bracelet from her wrist and stuffed it into her arms.

"Thinking about my experience as a slave these years, I have no other reason except hatred to support me!"

Then she cast a warm smile towards the inside of the curtain, and the expression between her eyebrows was mixed with a sense of desolation as if she was about to die.

Then she turned over again, and the little figure trembling in the ice and snow appeared in front of her eyes, her chapped mouth kept calling sister...sister...

"oh………………"

King Ying took her hand and put it to his lips and kissed her, but the smile on his face looked particularly fake.

"Father......"

She called out softly and immediately leaned against his chest again.

"Sir... you have always been a great supporter in my heart! If there were no you in this world, how would I live alone?"

After King Ying heard these words, the manly power in his heart suddenly found a safe haven again.

"My beloved, your words are very good. The husband is the guide for the wife! If I am not your supporter, who else can be your supporter?"

King Ying stroked her head gently as he spoke, and the tenderness in his eyes gradually gave rise to wings of confidence...

However, Xia Ruyan, who was leaning in his arms at this time, had a fierce look on her face, and her eyes suddenly flashed a ray of cruel light.

As a result, a series of vaguely painful past events could not help but come to mind. An undercurrent surged in her mind, and a bitter and painful voice secretly reminded her: "I will never let you go! Otherwise, I will take that bitch's name!"

"

She sneered while leaning on King Ying's chest, and King Ying thought her smile was because she was moved.

"Backer... Husband is the guide for his wife... This is simply the funniest phrase in the world! I saw through you not long after I got married. Where is my backer? Fortunately, you didn't get it either.

My sincerity, otherwise this would be such a hateful thing in the world! Where is my husband when I stay alone in the empty room late at night? When I am lonely and helpless

Where is my supporter when I am helpless? Where is my most important person when I am desperate? When I face the unknown fear of giving birth alone and feel helpless, this thing in front of me tells me that I am.

The most important person in his mind, where is he? Haha... Backer, husband is wife, the most important person, what disgusting words!"

Thinking of this, Xia Ruyan spat at him secretly in her heart, and the hatred in her heart instantly expanded like a leech.

"Haha... now you just think of me because you haven't found the comfort of being a man there for a long time."

When she thought about these things, she felt the acid water in her stomach surging continuously, making it difficult for her to suppress it.

"Hey... my dear concubine! Why do you always feel sad when you talk about touching things? Why are you so sentimental? Are all you women like this?"

After Xia Ruyan heard what he said, she immediately became angry.

"Hehe...hehe..."

She suddenly stopped smiling, and the expression on her face instantly made King Ying confused as to what she meant.

"Uh... My beloved! What's wrong with you? Why are you so moved and angry at times?"

King Ying immediately lost his composure, and doubts surged in his heart like an undercurrent.

"No, no!"

She stared at King Ying's face, her eyes clearly spitting fire, but King Ying thought she was looking at him affectionately.

"Oh... What's going on? Could it be that I'm overthinking it?"

Xia Ruyan knew that it was not appropriate for her to talk too much now, lest she could not control her inner anger, so she just nodded silently.

"Hey... My dear concubine! Isn't it true that I am just like you? I really miss you so much..."

He sighed softly and took Xia Ruyan's head, hugging her tightly, so tightly that she almost suffocated.

"Well………………"

Xia Ruyan did not say anything, but continued to be immersed in her thoughts.

"Humph! It's too late to say these words to me now. I thought about how you treated me because of my bitch, but what you said to me today is that you women are like this?"

When she thought of this, the fire in her heart surged more and more violently, but she gritted her teeth and said nothing.

"My dear concubine! I just want to tell you that although I didn't treat you well before, I am your husband after all! Think about how beautiful it is that we are married as husband and wife, and there is no doubt about our love for each other.

ah!"

King Ying's every word added salt to her wounds, but she could only lean into his arms and grit her teeth in silence.

"Huh! What a stupid bitch! As the current prince, he is just like his mother, who is nothing more than an embroidered pillow and a piece of straw!"
Chapter completed!