Ashu trembled all over, looking at her in terror.
This should be a good opportunity...
If she continues to be stubborn, and if Heya really injects that vial into her, it will be difficult for her to disobey.
Heya will use this thing to control her. If she can't control her, she will overdose and cause her to die suddenly!
Ah Shu's teeth were chattering; her only thought at that moment was that she couldn't die!
"Your Highness." She calmed down, knelt on the ground humbly, and respectfully kowtowed with her hands clasped together.
“I have been serving Your Highness since I was fifteen, and I have always worked hard without complaint… I know that betraying Your Highness is an unforgivable crime, but please give me a chance! I… I have my reasons!”
"Is that so?" Heya sneered. "What's your reason?"
"It's...it's the Yin family's daughter." Ah Shu's voice trembled. "Miss Yin said she could cure my brother, but on the condition that Ah Yu and I be her witnesses..."
"I knew it was her!" Heya bit her lip hard, her hateful gaze returning to Ashu's face.
"Your Highness, please give me another chance! I will go through fire and water for you, I will do anything!"
"Anything is fine?"
"yes!"
Heya smiled and tossed her an envelope.
Ashu reached out shakily, glanced at Heya's face, tried to calm herself down, and opened the envelope.
In the dim light, she could make out the people in the photos.
"Prince Jin... Prince Jin?"
"This is...Young Master Huo?"
"Heh, you have a good eye!" Heya glanced at her sideways. "Since you're willing to do anything, then help me with this. I won't treat you unfairly after it's done!"
Ashu swallowed hard and nodded silently.
...
These past few days, Sang Qing has been in a daze, feeling like she's in a dream, a dream from which she will never wake up.
Suddenly, she became second only to the emperor in the Grand Palace, a figure surrounded by admirers.
The old king personally placed the crown on her head, and the dukes and earls all called her Princess.
The guards and maids who had once neglected her in the palace now groveled before her, their obsequious faces seeming as if they wanted to kiss her feet at any moment.
Sang Qing was not used to being treated like this.
She touched the Mogu bloodstone on the crown and the embroidery on her gorgeous clothes, feeling that it was all incredible.
Even more unbelievable is that the seemingly insane Princess Yue in the West Palace is actually her mother…
Sang Qing slowly walked over and squatted down in front of He Linyue.
Helin Yue sat on the bed, still holding the pillow in her arms, calling her "baby" over and over again.
Sang Qing's heart skipped a beat, her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
After learning about her origins, she was so shocked that her mind went blank. After the blankness, she was followed by a volcanic eruption of anger.
She felt hatred, but she didn't know who to hate.
Do they hate He Yan and Queen Jia Min?
Do you hate your heartless adoptive parents?
Perhaps, what we should hate most is the cruel trick of fate...
Sang Qing took a few deep breaths, held back her tears, and moved closer to He Linyue, calling out in a coquettish tone, "Mom."
The sound was very soft, and Helin Yue was so engrossed in her own world that she couldn't hear it at all.
Sang Qing forced a smile and touched the pillow in her arms.
Helin Yue sensed it now, slowly raised her eyelids, and stared at her intently for a while. Perhaps she recognized her, because she suddenly smiled sheepishly.
"It's you!"
"Yes." Sang Qing nodded vigorously.
Helin Yue suddenly remembered something and panicked, "No, I won't take my medicine!"
"Shh!" Sang Qing laughed and took her hand. "We're not taking the medicine. I poured it into the yard, didn't you remember?"
Helin Yue rolled her eyes, then chuckled with relief.
"Yes, yes, it was poured out." She murmured to herself, "Girl, you've been the best to me in this palace!"
Sang Qing's tears, which she had just held back, suddenly welled up again.
"Mom, can you hear me calling you?"
Helin Yue hugged her pillow, lost in thought, as if sleepwalking, her eyes unfocused, staring at a certain point.
"Never mind, it doesn't matter if you can't hear me." Sang Qing smiled and continued, "Anyway, you're my mother, and I'll rely on you for the rest of my life!"
"Mmm!" Helin Yue looked at the pillow in her arms, "Baby, baby..."
“This crown was given to me by the king,” Sang Qing said softly. “I should call him uncle, right? But I can’t bring myself to say it… Ha, after being alone for so many years, suddenly a whole bunch of relatives appear, and they’re all members of the royal family. I’m a little flustered.”
"Mom, how do I fit into this family?"
Helin Yue didn't react, still hugging the pillow and laughing, occasionally pressing her face against it.
Sang Qing smiled bitterly: "Mom, if only you could wake up! When I lived alone in the basement, I often fantasized about having a mother by my side to protect me... When I was in the square, singing and dancing with the Gypsies to earn tips, and then when I came home, I would always imagine that as soon as I walked in, I would see my mother at home, that she had cooked delicious food for me and cleaned the room spotlessly... I imagined that she would smile at me, that she would buy me pretty clothes and braid my hair into a pretty ponytail..."
"No, I won't tie my hair in a ponytail!" Helin Yue suddenly looked up.
Sang Qing was startled and met her cloudy gaze.
The marks of time are etched on Helin Yue's face, but her maternal love has not diminished in the slightest with the passage of time.
She may not know that the girl in front of her is the baby she held in her arms all those years ago, but the natural connection between blood relatives still makes her want to take good care of Sang Qing.
A mother and daughter are connected at heart; she could feel all the suffering Sang Qing had endured.
"It doesn't look good without a ponytail!" Helin Yue shook her head seriously.
Sang Qing burst into laughter through her tears, "Then what hairstyle do you think would look good on me?"
"Come here!" Helin Yue gestured to her, "Turn around! Turn around!"
Sang Qing pursed her lips and obediently sat on the bed, turning her back to her, her long hair cascading down to her waist like a chestnut waterfall.
Her hair was thick and glossy.
Helin Yue took a wooden comb and gently combed her hair, then picked up two strands of hair from the temples on both sides.
In no time, a beautiful princess hairstyle was finished.
Sang Qing looked in the mirror and smiled so happily for the first time in her life because of a hairstyle.
"You have a small, fair face, and you look best with a princess hairstyle!" He Linyue said earnestly. "From now on, don't tie your hair in a ponytail, just wear a princess hairstyle, a princess hairstyle!"
"Okay!" Sang Qing squeezed her hand and smoothed the stray hairs at her temples.
Actually, this hairstyle must have been Helin Yue's when she was younger, right?
I simply can't imagine how beautiful Herlin Moon used to be.
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