The four years of the Qin Dynasty in Xianyang Palace were slowly passing by in peace, and in the blink of an eye it was the end of the year.
Spring is here, everything has arrived...
In the side hall of Xianyang Palace, Honglian woke up from her sleep. She felt pain in her stomach like a knife, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat in the blink of an eye.
"What's wrong with me?" Honglian looked at the curtain in horror, and subconsciously wiped his palm towards his painful abdomen.
"Blood? How could there be blood?" Honglian collapsed instantly.
Am I going to die? Why is it me who is going to die? I am obviously still so young. For a moment, the fear of death completely dominated every inch of Honglian's nerves.
"Princess, what's wrong with you?" Just when Hong Lian's heart became colder and colder, Mrs. Hu, who had come from South Korea to seek refuge and was now responsible for taking care of Hong Lian, heard Hong Lian's cry of pain and ran to the bed.
"I'm going to die." Honglian saw Mrs. Hu and grabbed Mrs. Hu's hand in despair.
"Blood?" Seeing the blood stains on the palm of Hong Lian's hand, Mrs. Hu felt dizzy. She was not someone who was always calm.
"Mrs. Hu, I'm going to die." Honglian repeated in a low voice.
"Princess, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Hu said tightly holding Honglian's little bloody hand.
"I am about to die. After I die, I hope you can tell the king to send me back to South Korea. That is my home after all, and my relatives will not forget me. In this way, even if the king forgets me in the future,
I won't feel lonely either." Honglian said with a trembling voice, her eyes dull.
"Yes, I will definitely tell the king the princess's wish." Mrs. Hu said sadly, not only for Honglian but also for herself.
"Let's go, I don't want others to see me looking so ugly." Honglian waved her hand feebly.
The next moment, Honglian was hit by pain again and couldn't help but cover her lower abdomen and groaned in pain.
"This?" Seeing Hong Lian's actions, something strange flashed in Mrs. Hu's eyes.
Only then did Mrs. Hu realize that in this Xianyang Palace, there could be any danger that could cause Honglian to be injured and cause bleeding.
"Princess, do you have abdominal pain?" Mrs. Hu asked softly.
"Well, it hurts." Honglian said subconsciously.
"Can you let me take a look?" Although Mrs. Hu was seeking Honglian's opinion, her hands had already untied the quilt from Honglian.
What catches the eye is the red lotus wearing only inner clothes, and the blood-red color is particularly dazzling.
"Huh. It turns out that the princess has grown up." Mrs. Hu couldn't help but feel relieved when she saw the blood stains.
It has been half a year since she came to Xianyang last summer. During this half year, she has already fallen in love with the life in Xianyang Palace.
Although Xianyang Palace has various shortcomings, it is undoubtedly the most ideal residence for a woman like Mrs. Hu who hopes to have a sense of security.
Madam Hu is in Xianyang Palace, supported by King Qin externally, and protected by Honglian internally. Her life in the past six months has been unprecedentedly comfortable, just like when she was a young girl, she was protected by her father Huo Yugong.
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Such a comfortable life made Mrs. Hu extremely grateful to Honglian, and there was a different thought in her gratitude, because Honglian reminded her of her daughter.
When these two emotions are entangled together, Mrs. Hu's feelings for Honglian are very real. When Mrs. Hu saw Honglian's appearance just now, the panic and sadness in her heart really came from her heart.
However, Mrs. Hu, who now understands the truth, has another feeling: the little girl has finally grown up and can truly be called a girl in the future.
"Princess, don't panic, you won't die." Mrs. Hu, who understood the truth, leaned into Hong Lian's ear and whispered comforting.
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After a long time, Hong Lian put on her clothes and walked out of the inner hall with her hands on her belly and a slight frown on her face.
"Princess, drink this bowl of porridge." Mrs. Hu walked in from the outside carrying a bowl of steaming millet porridge. Gu Yi
"Yes." Honglian, who was too shy to look directly at Mrs. Hu, took the bowl, held it in her hands, and drank in small sips.
"Your Majesty, someone needs to go and report. I can't go there today." Hong Lian took a few sips and put down the bowl.
"I want to say something." Mrs. Hu replied.
"So, I need to trouble Madam." Honglian looked at Madam Hu and said.
"Me? I'll go?" Mrs. Hu couldn't help but trembled in her heart when she heard Honglian's words. She subconsciously seemed to refuse, but she couldn't find a reason for the refusal.
"Well, the King knows Madam, and it's just right for you to send the message. I don't trust the others, and they may not be able to see the King." Honglian thought.
She was thinking about what Ying Zheng was doing now.
"I..." Mrs. Hu hesitated for a while, but finally nodded.
What am I worried about? I have received a great favor from a little girl and am I not willing to do even such a small thing in return?
"Okay, I'll go." Mrs. Hu said.
"Well, then go quickly, so as not to worry the king." Honglian urged.
"Yes." Mrs. Hu agreed.
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Honglian's thinking was indeed correct. When Mrs. Hu came to the back hall of Xianyang Palace, she waited for a long time before she was allowed to enter the main hall.
Under the leadership of the chamberlain, Mrs. Hu walked in the main hall with her head lowered. She had never thought that a sleeping palace could be so spacious. Without someone to guide her, she would even have difficulty identifying the direction.
After walking around several palace pillars, Mrs. Hu finally saw the owner of this place.
A man who is transforming from a boy to a young man.
"Is Honglian sick?" Ying Zheng asked as he started to read.
"Yes." Mrs. Hu replied cautiously.
"Is it the wind or cold?" Ying Zheng said, already gathering the bamboo slips in his hands.
"Yes, this..." Mrs. Hu was about to answer, but the words reached the tip of her tongue and it was difficult to spit them out. She felt very uncomfortable for a while.
"What kind of disease is it?" Ying Zheng looked at Mrs. Hu displeased and asked.
A beautiful good-for-nothing widow.
This was the only impression Mrs. Hu had on Ying Zheng. Naturally, Mrs. Hu like this would not get any preferential treatment from Ying Zheng. What's more, compared to Mrs. Hu, Ying Zheng was more concerned about Honglian at this time.
"Princess, here comes Tiankui." Mrs. Hu said with a blushing face.
"Tiankui?" Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment before he understood the meaning of this word.
"Honglian, has she grown up?" Ying Zheng said to himself when he realized something.
After hearing Ying Zheng's words, Mrs. Hu's face turned even redder.
"That little guy." Ying Zheng couldn't help but shook his head. Having already studied Hong Lian thoroughly, it was difficult for him to face the fact that Hong Lian had truly transformed into a young girl.
Mrs. Hu just wanted to run away at this time. It was really...
Well, a beautiful widow who is easily shy. When the already mature Mrs. Hu took on the shyness of a girl, Ying Zheng also took a few more glances.