She hated silence. When it was quiet, she would always have wild thoughts. Sometimes she would think about her cousin who had let her down, sometimes she would be jealous of her Princess Shou, and then she would think about the elegant and graceful Hyomin...
The pain had transformed into a sharp knife, stabbing at her mercilessly.
What did she do wrong? Why did God treat her like this?
Later, Huai'an came secretly to tell her that she had a plan to bring down Zhao Ying, and as long as Zhao Ying was finished, she would rescue her.
Very good!
She didn’t give birth to Huai’an in vain!
She began to no longer fear the past, but instead brought it up from time to time to reminisce. So what if her cousin was ruthless, he was still killed by her. Princess Shou was jealous of her, well, with her big waist, she should be jealous, but what's the harm in being jealous?
She is the princess, and she is already the emperor's concubine.
When you see her, she has to bow!
As for Hyomin... She was glad that she died early, otherwise she would have always lived in her shadow, crawling in the darkness. But now, she regretted that Hyomin died early, so that she could not experience the feeling of stepping on Hyomin.
Queen position!
The queen position she had always dreamed of!
Zhao Ying has fallen, the prince has fallen, who can stop her from ascending to the throne?
When Heaven bestows a great responsibility upon a man, He will surely... She carved these words on the headboard of her bed.
She is finally getting her reward after all the suffering.
In front of me is still the simple and quiet palace, and the words are still clearly printed on the wall.
But... there were three things on the table.
White silk, poisoned wine, dagger.
"Granted to commit suicide..."
What an understatement...but it made her fall from heaven to hell.
Ji Da Ying couldn't figure it out.
The tears on her face never dried up, and she seemed unable to do anything except cry.
Until this moment, she still felt that she had done nothing wrong.
"You guys please leave. I have a few words to say to this guilty woman."
The door creaked open.
A strong gust of cold wind blew in, along with a few beams of dim light.
Outside the door, there was a thin layer of snow on the ground.
A beautiful woman came in alone, wearing a gorgeous cloak. She always wore the latest and most envied styles among the noble ladies in the capital. Because she was noble and favored, even after being married for many years, her father still treated her like a girl waiting to be married, and sent people to measure her and make new clothes for her, which she wore endlessly.
Someone has calculated that even if she changed three sets of clothes a day, it would take her eight lifetimes to wear all of them.
Her husband also treated her well, getting her all kinds of rare bird and animal furs and embroidery threads. She was already extremely beautiful, and with all kinds of decorations, she became even more unbearable to look at.
As a woman, who doesn’t love beauty, who doesn’t envy secretly?
How could there be such a perfect woman?
Shangguan Shu always says that he loves her Huai'an, so why does her Huai'an wear endless monk robes while Zhao Ying is dressed up in fancy clothes?
As a mother, it is very sad and unfair to see other children wearing beautiful clothes while your own children do not.
And at this moment, her Huai'an has become a prisoner... Zhao Ying came here in a glamorous manner, is she here to show off her power?
The light is blocked.
Zhao Ying closed the door gently.
In the darkness, only the outline of a person could be seen. Ji Da Ying watched and felt that Zhao Ying had no intention of turning on the light.
"What are you doing here?!"
Zhao Ying sat down and fiddled with the dagger in front of him.
"This palace and Sister Huai'an have been sisters for many years. Her mother was sentenced to death, and she couldn't see her off in person, so this palace had to do it on her behalf."
"Why are you pretending to be so kind? If it weren't for you, how could we, mother and daughter, have ended up like this?"
When he was on the verge of death, Ji promised that he was not afraid of anything.
"You're just like that hypocritical mother of yours. You're obviously vicious at heart, yet you're pretending to be a saint with no desires. It's disgusting!"
"Pfft..." Zhao Ying laughed softly.
Ji Da Ying couldn't figure out Zhao Ying's temper, and he felt that her laughter made him even angrier.
"why are you laughing?"
In the darkness, a pair of eyes stared at her silently.
Ji Da Ying felt so numb from being stared at that she couldn't help but raise her voice to muster up her courage, "What are you laughing at!"
Zhao Ying remained silent.
A pair of dark pupils seemed to be an abyss with no end in sight, and countless terrible things were hidden in the abyss... Ji Da Ying became more and more panicked.
Endless darkness was about to drown her.
Ji promised to scream, "Kill me if you want! I'm not afraid of death, so why should I be afraid of you?"
"Don't think you can be so proud for too long! Do you think no one knows about your ugly deeds?"
"Sooner or later, the Emperor will discover that the daughter he has doted on for so many years is a bastard!!"
Ji Da Ying became more and more excited as he spoke. Yes, Zhao Ying was a bastard, why was she so proud and arrogant?
"When the time comes, your death will be a hundred times more miserable than mine!! Hahahahahaha..."
The maniacal laughter was mingled with a voice as cold as jade, "Ji...Lan?"
The laughter stopped abruptly, and Ji Da Ying shuddered all over.
"Thirty-four years ago, you and your cousin gave birth to a daughter, nicknamed Dian'er. Eighteen years ago, Dian'er married and had many children. Three years ago, Dian'er became pregnant again, but after the full term, the neighbors didn't see the newborn baby. Ji Lan, where is your biological granddaughter?"
Ji Lan had already panicked when Zhao Ying told her about giving birth before entering the palace. Now, after hearing her ambiguous words, she said nervously, "What do you mean? I don't understand!"
"What cousin, what son, what granddaughter? I don't recognize any of them!"
Zhao Ying heard this and did not refute her. Instead, she nodded slightly with a faint smile.
"Ji Lan, let me tell you a story!"
Ji Lan was so flustered that she couldn't listen to her story at all. She didn't want to listen, but Zhao Ying had already started talking.
"Three hundred years ago, the previous dynasty, Great Xia, was in decline. Our ancestor, Emperor Zhaowen, seized the opportunity and launched an attack. His soldiers were valiant and quickly reached the capital. However, once outside the capital, the army was stranded for three years because a formation was encircling the city, and only one person could enter the city gates per day."
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