Xi Lingyue and Xiao Yuyan turned around at the same time, and were startled when they saw the woman lying on her side on the chariot.
The woman's face is pale and delicate, with delicate and soft facial features. Because she has not seen the sun for many years, she appears abnormally pale.
Because his body has not fully recovered, he is lowering his head and covering his lips while coughing.
Seeing Xi Lingyue and Xiao Yuyan, she slowly raised her hand and signaled the palace attendant carrying the chariot to put her down.
When the chariot stopped steadily in the open space in front of the imperial study room, she slowly sat up under the service of the palace maid.
He raised his eyes, his watery eyes were filled with sadness, and he looked at Xiao Yuyan and said, "Yan, it's better... let me persuade him."
Her weak voice was like a bolt of lightning that struck Xiao Yuyan. He reacted, worry appeared on his face, and couldn't help but stepped forward: "Miss Yan, you are so weak. If you don't rest well in Lanyue Palace, how can you come here?" Is it here?"
"..."
Mu Yan'er lowered her eyes, her expression so weak that it made people feel distressed. "How can I bear to watch him torture myself like this."
Xiao Yuyan was stunned.
He tilted his head helplessly and guiltily.
Xi Lingyue slowly retracted her raised hand and stood quietly aside.
It seems that he is no longer needed here. Someone who can persuade the emperor... has already arrived.
He lowered his head and was about to take a look at the little thing on his wrist that was covered by his wide sleeves. Why was he suddenly so quiet?
Just as he lifted a corner, his brows suddenly raised.
The fire snake, which was fine just a moment ago, curled up with its entire body and stared quietly at Mu Yan'er not far away.
It was obvious that her eyes were calm and calm, but Xi Lingyue seemed to be able to feel the turbulent waves rolling under those red snake eyes.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Xi Lingyue lowered her voice and couldn't help but slide her fingertips onto her cold snake body.
"..."
Qing Jiu said nothing.
All her thoughts are now on that woman, whose face is exactly the same as that of Concubine Lan. She is delicate and frail, lying so crookedly on the soft couch, covered with pure white fox fur, and her eyebrows are painted, which is worrying. pity.
She only felt dazzled by such a pitiful face.
She could even feel her beating chest, her ruthlessly captured heart, roaring and shouting.
That feeling made her breathing become unsteady.
She took a deep breath of the fresh air around her, but the scene that day haunted her like a nightmare.
His ruthless face, ruthless words...
——"Snake, I will compensate you."
——"Snake, she can't die..."
Yes, she couldn't die, but why did she have to use other people's lives in exchange for hers?
She is standing here fine now.
Xiaoqi, how happy...should you be right now?
Why don't you come out yet?
Why are you still hiding in the imperial study?
…
Her chest was panting rapidly, but her red eyes seemed to be sore and astringent. She stared at Mu Yan'er not far away, watching her sighing with a troubled expression.
Telling your own anxiety, telling your worries about that person...
His mind went blank, but the woman's worried words continued to reach his ears.
The corners of her mouth couldn't help but slowly rise.
Oh, this is really the love of a man and his concubine.
She is not a saint. Her heart is now in the chest of the woman in front of her. It is beating based on the heart of this woman and has no belonging.
Because the body it originally existed in has long... been destroyed into ashes.
How could she not hate her?
The pain and hatred rolling in her chest made her snake eyes redder and redder, and the coldness around her became stronger and stronger...
"puff!"
Finally unable to bear the hatred rolling in his chest, the little snake tilted its head and spit out a mouthful of blood.