Seeing Shen Muchi leaving, Ma finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down behind him as if he had lost all strength.
"mother……"
Zhong Chuchu looked at Ma and called her with a choked voice.
"Mother" is followed by many unspoken words, such as "What should I do in the future?"
Ma held her daughter in her arms, stroked her red and swollen face, and comforted her in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay... With my mother here, everything is over."
She seemed to be saying this to Zhong Chuchu, and also seemed to be saying it to herself.
Just saying "nothing" on his lips, as soon as he closed his eyes, two lines of clear tears slid down the corners of his eyes.
She knew better than anyone else that Zhong Chuchu was dead, that there was no future or wealth left, and what was waiting for her was a lonely life of the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng.
It would be a lie to say that I have no regrets.
But she didn't understand why it was her Chu Chu who was unlucky in the end when she was clearly planning to frame Mu Qingchao.
However, at this time, everyone around him dispersed in twos and threes.
They came here for a palace banquet, but who knew they would see such a farce?
Only Mu Qingchao, holding a palace lantern, was still standing there, watching them quietly, with an unknown smile on his face from beginning to end.
Do they think this is the end?
Do they think that just ruining Zhong Chuchu's future is painful enough?
No, not nearly enough.
The pain is yet to come.
Didn’t Mr. Ma fight to the death to save Zhong Chuchu’s life?
Aren't you unable to watch Zhong Chuchu die in front of you no matter what?
Then she let her kill her daughter with her own hands and let her taste what it would be like if her closest relative died because of her.
When Mu Qingchao thought of this, he couldn't wait in his heart, and it seemed that the blood all over his body was jumping and refreshing...
She raised her head and looked at how beautiful the scenery was tonight.
There were flowers and snow, it was midnight, and the people outside the palace set off fireworks. "Crackling" shot into the sky and exploded suddenly, with brilliant brilliance, and half of the sky was filled with bright colors.
Sure enough, fireworks still have to be warmed with other people's blood to look good.
**
At the other end of the palace, Jiang Bo left the palace alone from the alley.
He was standing outside the crowd just now. He saw the man named Meng die under Shen Muchi's sword. He also saw Zhong Chuchu being wronged by Shen Muchi and unable to defend himself.
But he didn't stand up and say a word.
Mu Qingchao's threat is one reason, another reason...
He also heard what everyone said earlier when they mistook the man in the bamboo forest for Mu Qingchao.
Before seeing the truth, she had already concluded that the person in the bamboo forest was Mu Qingchao, and every word pushed her towards a dead end.
In the end, it was discovered that it was Zhong Chuchu who said something else.
"He wanted to kill me because he wanted to kill his family, but I wanted to kill him because there was no cure."
For no reason, he thought of what Mu Qingchao said, and he vaguely felt that there might be something hidden about what happened tonight.
What you see may not necessarily be true.
Those who kill are not necessarily evil people.
"You all bully me..."
Inexplicably, Jiang Bo remembered Mu Qingchao's appearance when he said these words.
His eyes were full of tears, and his crying voice seemed to be soaked in water, which was disturbing.
Although she wanted to plot against him when she said this, Jiang Bo felt a bit sad inside for some unknown reason.
Jiang Bo was worried, he didn't even know when he would leave the palace.
It was Qingshu who followed him and shouted.
"Your Majesty!"
Qingshu was a little fussed and saw that the clothes on his arms were stained with blood.
"My lord, are you injured?" Qingshu asked.
Jiang Bo looked at the injury on his arm and subconsciously wanted to cover it up.
"It's just a skin injury, nothing serious."
"But how could a good person be injured? Is it possible that there are assassins in the inner courtyard of the palace?"
Jiang Bo could only follow him and said: "It's an assassin."
"No wonder. You were poisoned by love when you came back from the last time you entered the palace. It's not safe to come to the inner courtyard of the palace. There are so many assassins, and you don't know what the guards are doing."
Qingshu has been with Jiang Bo since he was a child. Jiang Bo doesn't like to talk, and Qingshu is a chatterbox. He probably got bored staying by Jiang Bo's side and learned a whole set of skills of talking to himself.
"Oh my God!"
Qingshu's eyes fell on Jiang Bo's waist: "Prince, where is your belt? It was also lost during the fight with the assassin."
Jiang Bo:……
He didn't deny it, and replied with a "hmm".
"How can an assassin be so powerful? Not only can he hurt you, the prince, but he can also make you lose your belt?"
You know, Jiang Bo's martial arts are as fierce as the Turks, and he is frightened by the news. He is enough to look down on the entire Nanming.
But how long will it take to return to Beijing? It is poisonous and injured. Is this Jinling City really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, with heroes emerging in large numbers?
Or is there someone specifically targeting him?
Qingshu's mind was full of wonder: "My lord, why don't you find an expert to help you calculate it? See if there is anything that can defeat you?"
Jiang Bo:……
"Don't believe it, the Queen Mother was suffering from an old illness, but later she came to the Qintian Supervisor to settle the matter, and the Qintian Supervisor said that she had been conquered by the Jade Concubine.
No, since the Jade Concubine was banned, the Queen Mother's illness has been cured without any medicine, and she has never been sick again."
**
The next day is the New Year.
When it gets dark, there are children who put on new clothes and run around the streets setting off firecrackers.
The vendors saw the business opportunity and put out various firecrackers, snacks and gadgets.
No matter how poor a family is, they will buy some for their children today.
The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and saltpeter, the shouts of vendors kept coming and going, and there was a joyous scene everywhere.
Of course, except for the Zhong family.
The Zhong family, which was at the height of its prosperity, was looking gloomy and gloomy on this happy day.
Mr. Ma even lay down on the couch with a handkerchief on his head, looking sick.
News came from the palace that Concubine Jade was sent to live in Beiyuan.
Beiyuan, ha.
When the late emperor was still alive, he loved a beloved concubine very much. Later, the concubine relied on her favor to kill a palace maid who was unexpectedly pregnant with a child.
As a result, the palace maid gave birth to a child in seven months and passed away.
The late emperor was furious and imprisoned him in Beiyuan, where he was never released again.
That place is far away and remote, surrounded by deep weeds. Not only the emperor, but also the palace people may not be able to step into it once a year and a half.
What's the difference between being locked up in a place like that and dying?
But she couldn't say anything yet? She couldn't use the power of the Zhong family to force Shen Muchi to favor a woman who had cuckolded him, right?
What else could she do besides thanking her for accepting it?
But she couldn't figure it out no matter what.
Why did Mu Qingchao, who should be there, become his own Chu Chu?
Fortunately, Zhong Ming said that Chu Chu was useless, but the palace could not be empty, so he planned to send Yingying into the palace.
Both in appearance and talent, Yingying is superior to Chu Chu. When she enters the palace and becomes favored, she should be able to help her sister to some extent.
When the time comes, establish a firm foothold in the harem and settle accounts with the person who should have died long ago.