Chapter 515: Beating Mandarin Ducks with Sticks 08
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"Mother, does mother really, really don't want to see me?" the princess asked, holding on to her last glimmer of hope.
Zijin shook his head and said, "My master asked me to bring you a few words.
She said, "The palace has its own rules. The palace rules cannot be exceeded, and the laws of nature and human relations cannot be exceeded."
She also said that you are already from Beizhao Kingdom, and you should go back wherever you come from!"
When Mo Yu heard this, she fell to the ground, her body trembling violently, and drops of water kept falling from her desperate eyes.
But in the pouring rain, no one could tell whether it was rain or tears.
"I am a fisherman girl from South Vietnam. Since I am going back and forth from wherever I am, why are you not allowed to stay in South Vietnam?
What's the difference between asking me to go back to the Beizhao Emperor, which is as quiet and cold as a tomb, and asking me to die?
Mother, you are so cruel, you are so cruel!"
The princess who has never complained about Yang Guibin,
Even when it was known that Yang Guibi accepted her as an adopted daughter in order to separate her and the third prince,
The princess who never complained a word,
This time, I finally exhausted all the pain in my heart and shouted towards the gate of Cangyue Palace,
But the towering palace gate did not change at all because of the screams of such a miserable woman.
The most ruthless imperial family, the most ruthless imperial family...
The princess staggered up from the ground, and Zijin wanted to go up and help her.
But the princess waved her hand and pushed Zi Jin away, and walked alone towards the depths of the corridor with unsteady steps.
The frail and swaying back was swaying in the strong wind and rain, and Zijin suddenly thought of the flowers that had been blown away by the wind and rain.
Beauty is like a flower. Is it true that beauty and beauty will eventually be like a rose in the wind, letting the rain and wind blow it away?
"Thirteenth and I first met you when we were working on silk and bamboo in the prince's house. It's only because you looked back on me that I thought about your dynasty and twilight years.
When I see you again, I will be fifteen, and I will perform a colorful dance for you. It is a pity that my years are like morning dew, when will I hold your house in a mud nest?"
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