"Twelve years ago, too many things happened twelve years ago, so much that it makes people feel that it is a dream, a nightmare, a dream that people never want to wake up from! My winter

Dong is still so young, and my Dongdong is so cute. He smiles with everyone he meets, so happily, and so gently.

At that time, everyone in the palace liked him because he was polite, smart, and liked to help others and strategize. At a young age, he showed different abilities and was very involved in national affairs.

They often gave amazing suggestions...At that time, almost everyone thought that he would be the future prince and the future emperor. Having such a prince in this country would be a blessing to the people..."

Concubine Rou's eyes were ethereal, recalling what happened twelve years ago. Her eyes were full of tenderness and love.

That is the unreserved love that every mother always shows when facing her children.

"Dongdong was born in winter, so I called him Dongdong. When he was just born, he would laugh... At ten months, he would call me Concubine... The emperor liked him very much and gave him the name himself.

The name is Baili Sheng.

I don’t pray that he can be a prince, I don’t pray that he can be an emperor in the future, I just hope that he will be happy, grow up happily, be an idle prince, marry a virtuous princess, and have a lovely child.

...But what I waited for was Dongdong's cold corpse and his thin face...Dongdong was only eight years old, only eight years old...Why, why were those people unwilling to let him go!"

Concubine Rou was completely immersed in the sad memories of the past, with tears streaming down her face.

Even if Concubine Rou didn't tell the details of that year, Fang Mengmeng could still imagine that a prince as cute, smart and popular as Dongdong, smiling brightly in the sun, in the shadow where the surrounding sun cannot shine,

How many shady demons and ghosts would there be, grinning and opening their bloody mouths at him?

It's like the spider above the head. I don't know how many webs it has built in the dark, waiting for its prey to hit the web.

Children who are too smart, in the royal family, will either really rely on their own intelligence and the power behind them to grow up, or they will die like the children of Concubine Rou in this cannibal palace.

"My Dongdong suddenly became very fond of sleeping, and slept longer and longer. But every time he woke up, he gave me a weak smile, and then said to me: "Mother Concubine,

The baby is fine, he is just sleepy and he will be fine when he wakes up."

"But one day, I realized that my Dongdong, after falling asleep one day, could not wake up again... Dongdong, where are you? My wife made your favorite lotus seed soup,

It's fragrant and glutinous, and it's delicious... But my mother has never thought that it was my mother who sent you to hell... My mother is sorry for you, my mother is sorry for you..."

Concubine Rou's mood began to collapse a little again.

"How did Concubine Rou, Dongdong die?" Fang Mengmeng just thought, how could this matter be so simple?

There is no doubt that Dongdong was killed by someone, and the reason for Dongdong's death can also be guessed. It was because Dongdong's existence threatened the interests of some people. "Twelve years ago, Twelve

Years ago, so many things happened, so much that it makes people feel that it is just a dream, a nightmare, a dream that people never want to wake up from! My Dongdong is still so small, I

Dongdong is so cute. He smiles with everyone he meets, so happily and so gently.

At that time, everyone in the palace liked him because he was polite, smart, and liked to help others and strategize. At a young age, he showed different abilities and was very involved in national affairs.

They often gave amazing suggestions...At that time, almost everyone thought that he would be the future prince and the future emperor. Having such a prince in this country would be a blessing to the people..."

Concubine Rou's eyes were ethereal, recalling what happened twelve years ago. Her eyes were full of tenderness and love.

That is the unreserved love that every mother always shows when facing her children.

"Dongdong was born in winter, so I called him Dongdong. When he was just born, he would laugh... At ten months, he would call me Concubine... The emperor liked him very much and gave him the name himself.

The name is Baili Sheng.

I don’t pray that he can be a prince, I don’t pray that he can be an emperor in the future, I just hope that he will be happy, grow up happily, be an idle prince, marry a virtuous princess, and have a lovely child.

...But what I waited for was Dongdong's cold corpse and his thin face...Dongdong was only eight years old, only eight years old...Why, why were those people unwilling to let him go!"

Concubine Rou was completely immersed in the sad memories of the past, with tears streaming down her face.

Even if Concubine Rou didn't tell the details of that year, Fang Mengmeng could still imagine that a prince as cute, smart and popular as Dongdong, smiling brightly in the sun, in the shadow where the surrounding sun cannot shine,

How many shady demons and ghosts would there be, grinning and opening their bloody mouths at him?

It's like the spider above the head. I don't know how many webs it has built in the dark, waiting for its prey to hit the web.

Children who are too smart, in the royal family, will either really rely on their own intelligence and the power behind them to grow up, or they will die like the children of Concubine Rou in this cannibal palace.

"My Dongdong suddenly became very fond of sleeping, and slept longer and longer. But every time he woke up, he gave me a weak smile, and then said to me: "Mother Concubine,

The baby is fine, he is just sleepy and he will be fine when he wakes up."

"But one day, I realized that my Dongdong, after falling asleep one day, could not wake up again... Dongdong, where are you? My wife made your favorite lotus seed soup,

It's fragrant and glutinous, and it's delicious... But my mother has never thought that it was my mother who sent you to hell... My mother is sorry for you, my mother is sorry for you..."

Concubine Rou's mood began to collapse a little again.

"How did Concubine Rou, Dongdong die?" Fang Mengmeng just thought, how could this matter be so simple?
Chapter completed!