The headache was like a splitting, as if two people were constantly splitting, entangled, and fighting: "I am not Miaolian...I am not her...I am not Miaolian... So, who am I? Who am I?"

Why do I know all the trivial matters about Miaolian clearly? Or, at some point, all Miaolian's memories have broken down and become another woman?

She was frightened. Could it be that she was possessed by some ghost? The expression on her face changed repeatedly, looking so strange, but she couldn't see it herself, only Ye Jia knew. Ye Jia just stared at her in a daze, but she was confused and unaware of the twisted and ferocious expression at this moment.

"Actually, Your Majesty doesn't have to worry about Yang Jian at all. Yang Jian will almost be born fifty years after his death... He and him will not fight directly... The so-called will of heaven, human life cannot disobey the will of heaven, and have accumulated the power of the ancestors of the northern country for more than a hundred years. The Empress Dowager is so wise and powerful, and her subordinates are so powerful, but she still can't do things. It doesn't matter if Your Majesty can't do it. The times create heroes mainly because the dragon energy of the Southern Dynasties has not yet been extinct, so Your Majesty is destined to be a unified monarch at all..."

Just like some celebrities, no matter how beautiful they are, they cannot reach the peak moment; on the contrary, some people who are not astonishing in appearance become famous overnight because of their destiny, luck or fate.

She was like holding a crystal ball, like a witch pretending to be a ghost, and could see the distant past but not beside her.

"So, what year did you say, Your Majesty, he died?"

She looked at Ye Jia in panic. She couldn't answer it. It was as if she had an essay question, and she had prepared every argument and every argument. Only when she finally concluded, she actually confused the logic.

She really couldn't answer.

She got too close to her and forgot this part around her - she really didn't know when His Majesty died and how she died - it seemed that the Creator had drawn out this part of the memory alone. When she drank Mengpo soup, she only took a sip, just to forget this part.
Chapter completed!