Chapter 1288: Is there anything more unbelievable?
The person who gave her the sachet was Aunt Mu Yu, so Aunt Mu Yu was his mother.
He and Aunt Mu Yu actually have a mother-son relationship!
So Aunt Mu Yu knows all this!
Is there anything more bizarre and unbelievable than this in the world?
Aunt Mu Yu, the most trusted palace servant in the Serang Palace, was once the eldest lady of the Peony Sect.[
She was also from the Seran tribe, the wife of the owner of the Toibei Villa, and the biological mother of the cold and blunt Si Nanyue.
Seeing Si Nanyue's extremely handsome face, one would have guessed that Aunt Mu Yu was once a very young and beautiful woman, right?
It was just that disfigurement that hurt her greatly.
Gong Beiyu's extraordinary medical skills not only saved her life, but also her face.
Although her stunning appearance no longer exists, she is still a graceful and beautiful woman.
Therefore, this also gave her confidence and courage for her future life, and she was willing to stay in the Serang Palace.
She knew how to solve Seranxiang, how to enter Yuluo Mountain, and that after taking the life-sustaining pills, Hanxuema could resist the thick fog and wild beast attacks on Yuluo Mountain, and could also successfully lead people to the Beibei Villa.
When Tiantian wanted to go to Selan to find the antidote, Aunt Muyu also wanted to help Gong Beiyu, so she was so considerate for her.
Everything becomes clear because of this reason.
After Qin Si changed her name to Mu Yu, she became Gong Beiyu's personal female officer and stayed with him all the time.
Watching Gong Beiyu revive Sireng step by step and ascend to the throne step by step.
This time, if it weren't for his insistence, only Uncle Yu would know about Aunt Mu Yu's life experience.
Knowing all this, Tiantian doesn't know what it feels like.
If these things hadn't happened, Aunt Mu Yu would have already resigned herself to her fate and would have lived like that in the Serang Palace for the rest of her life.
Although she has been thinking about her biological son in her heart, the sachet has been rubbed over and over again in the deserted night, and the edges have been damaged.