At the end of the queue, a woman walked forward slowly. She lowered her head slightly and her body was shaking and shaking a little.
Jiang Yuan's eyes grew wider and wider...
this person......
"She is..." Pei Guqing paused, then a smile appeared on her lips, "Ruan Shuyi."
Jiang Yuan might have held on to a glimmer of hope before, but when the woman raised her head, all the glimmers of hope disappeared.
The numb nerves in his fingers seemed to hurt a little, but Jiang Yuan clenched her fingers tightly at that moment.
Tightly, clenched into a fist.
No, this is not Xiao Ruan.
Xiao Ruan was already dead, and under her nose, she was still holding her head and running away.
She was still buried in that garden, a garden full of flowers.
Instead, this gorgeously dressed woman with a frightened face was in front of her.
"See you, Queen, may you be blessed." Xiao Ruan bowed respectfully and knelt down to kowtow.
Jiang Yuan took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
What does this feel like?
Well, it was just like the feeling when my sister broke up with her and no longer faced her with a pure and innocent face.
That feeling of being betrayed and hurt.
It's not that she can't see Xiao Ruan's thoughts, but... why should she expose it in this situation?
When she came here, she thought she would no longer be sad for anyone or anything here, and she would no longer feel betrayed.
But......
There is a living example right before our eyes.
How long had she felt guilty and ashamed for Xiao Ruan?
Why did it take so long for her to return to the palace, and Xiao Ruan was not dead but didn't come to see her?
This saying of empress...this kowtow.
Does it mean that there is no end to friendship?
Sure enough, the little Ruan who could cry, laugh, accompany her, and call her princess was already dead.
Now this one is a stranger.
Therefore, it's not worth wasting any expression on her face.
"rise."
Jiang Yuan was thinking a lot, but there was no expression on her face at all. She was so indifferent that she really didn't know the person in front of her.
The handkerchief in Pei Guqing's hand was almost torn, and she gritted her teeth in anger.