Chapter 1084 A glimmer of hope?
Feng Ziqing suddenly picked up the golden scissors on the table, and the cold light swept across Jiang Xiaowei's bulging belly: "How much does General Lan Feng's blood resemble him?"
Jiang Xiaowei staggered backward and knocked over the incense burner, and the ashes stained her moon-white dress.
She suddenly realized something and trembled as she pulled out the gilded hairpin from her hair: "I would rather..."
"Stop her!"
Feng Ziqing shouted. Two guards instantly clamped the pregnant woman's wrists, and the hairpin inlaid with oriental pearls fell to the ground with a clang.
Jiang Xue whimpered like a trapped beast, and the black iron chain left bloody marks on her wrists.
She watched her cousin being dragged into the dark room, her embroidered shoes leaving messy marks on the floor, and suddenly she understood why Feng Ziqing chose to attack her three months before the due date - this was to destroy her heart.
"Keep your eyes open."
Feng Ziqing turned Jiang Xue's chin and said, "I want Lan Feng to feel the traces left by other men every time he hugs his beloved wife. I want you to hear the cry of today forever in your dreams at midnight."
The sound of fabric tearing mixed with suppressed sobs penetrated the screen.
Jiang Xue bit her tongue and forced herself to stay awake, engraving the faces of each abuser into her bones.
The guard with the scar on his forehead had received her favor, and the eunuch pinching Jiang Xiaowei's neck was promoted by her just last month...
It turns out that this deep palace is the most luxurious place.
“Remember how powerless it feels to be in this moment.”
Feng Ziqing stroked her bloodstained lips: "You and Lan Feng owe me, I want you to pay it back with the rest of your lives."
The candlelight flickered in the envoy's villa, and Yun Zhen's fingertips suddenly stopped on the unfolded case file.
The black jade pendant reflected an eerie dim light on the sandalwood table. It was clearly midnight, but deep within the jade pendant, red veins like lava were surging.
He suddenly grasped the hot token, and the green jade ring and the black jade made a crisp sound when they hit each other - it would take a sound to make Jiang Xue's "Heart-Linking Pendant" vibrate to this extent, unless she was experiencing excruciating pain.
When the black cloak rolled up the night dew and broke open the red door, Fudong's cold iron sword scabbard was against the saddle.
The eyes of the red-clothed female general were bloodshot, and the bowstrings of the twelve silver-armored guards behind her were stretched to the limit.
“Get out of the way!”
The sword light passed across Yun Zhen's throat like snow, but suddenly froze when it touched his skin - the dark purple blood beads winding down along the sword edge glowed with a strange luster under the moonlight.
"The living dead?"
Fu Dong raised the opponent's jaw with the tip of his sword, but saw that the wound on Yun Zhen's throat was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye: "You are really not..."
"Thirty steps west of the third locust tree in the north lane."
Yun Zhen let the sword cut through his newly healed skin, dark purple blood dripping down the silver-white blade: "The jade chain that you buried with your own hands back then is now wailing in the ground."
The female commander's pupils suddenly shrank. That was the secret signal for help that she and the princess had agreed upon.
The cold iron sword clanged back into its sheath, and the veins on the back of Fu Dong's hand bulged as he pulled the reins: "If Princess loses a hair, I will refine you into a real corpse puppet!"
At the same time, the blue bricks of the dungeon were saturated with dark red.
Jiang Xiaowei's dilated pupils reflected the flickering torches, and the sudden pain in her abdomen made her curl up into a bow shape.
Jiang Xue staggered forward, the shackles on her wrists making a harsh sound as they rubbed against the stone bricks.
When her fingertips touched the warm amniotic fluid, the eldest princess' bloody nails dug deeply into her palm - the premature baby was struggling to survive in the broken body.
"Lan Feng!"
Jiang Xiaowei dug his bloodstained fingertips into the cracks in the bricks, and the severe pain in his abdomen overlapped with the rain of arrows in his memory.
That day, the figure of the young general in white robe drawing a bow on the city wall eventually turned into a pool of blood spreading beneath him.
The candlelight in the copper lamp emitted sparks, and Jiang Xiaowei curled up like a dead leaf in the wind.
Jiang Xue put the back of her hand against her cheek, feeling the pulse beating under her skin: "I will never let the King of Hell take you away."
She bit her tongue and tasted rust, as if this could dispel the bloody smell in the delivery room.
“Your Highness…”
Jiang Xiaowei's fingers dug deep into Jiang Xue's wrist, as if she was trying to grab the last piece of driftwood: "This broken body is no longer worthy of the incense in the Lan family's ancestral hall."
The moonlight shone through the window lattice and wandered around her neck, reflecting the purple finger marks: "Please cut open my belly..."
"shut up!"
Jiang Xue tore off the golden hook of the curtain, and the cold tassel swept across Jiang Xiaowei's sweaty forehead: "Before Lan Feng went to war, he knelt in front of my house all night and begged me to protect his moon."
She hid her trembling fingers in the folds of her skirt: "Do you want his moon to shatter in the mud?"
The sound of the night watch was suddenly interrupted by a scream.
Jiang Xue looked at the blood-stained quilt and recalled the rainstorm in the East Palace three years ago.
At that time, Jiang Yuyin also held her hand like this, and the amniotic fluid was mixed with blood, dyeing half of the Prince's Mansion red.
The difference was that at that time there were eight imperial doctors waiting outside the screen, but now there was only cold wind wandering in the empty courtyard.
"Let me remember this temperature."
Jiang Xiaowei's pupils began to dilate, and her fingertips gently stroked Jiang Xue's palm: "Tell Lan Feng...just say that I turned into snow at the border and fell on his armor..."
Her voice suddenly became urgent: "In the third compartment of the cabinet in the southwest corner, there is a birthday gift for him..."
Jiang Xue tore open the hem of her skirt and pressed the bleeding spot. The silk was soaked with warm blood plasma. "If you dare to die, I will let Lan Feng marry ten concubines! Let them sleep in your bed and wear your pearl hairpins!"
She stuffed the golden hairpin between the woman's teeth and said, "Bite it! This is the peony hairpin given by the emperor. If you break it, your entire clan will be killed!"
"I really want to see..."
Jiang Xiaowei's chuckle was mixed with blood foam: "Your Highness looks like a liar..."
Her gaze suddenly fixed on something in the void: "My husband is calling me..."
When the fifth watch clappers struck, the baby's cry pierced the dawn. Jiang Xue placed the swaddling clothes on her gradually cooling chest, grabbed the bloodstained peony hairpin and rushed out of the room.
In the morning mist, the guards knelt in panic, looking at the eldest princess with her hair loose and bare feet, with her golden hairpin pointing directly in the direction of the palace: "Prepare the horses! If one person is missing from the Imperial Hospital today, one family will be executed!"
"Xiaowei, Xiaowei!"
Jiang Xue used up all her energy to seal the large blood vessels around her body, but the person on the couch never opened her eyes again.
Her fingertips gently stroked the jade hairpin in her hair - fortunately Feng Ziqing was sure that this delicate woman would not commit suicide, so she let this life-saving item be kept.
When the silver hairpin broke the skin on the palm of her hand, the deep red blood flowed like a stream along the white wrist.
"Swallow it!"
She placed her bleeding palm against Jiang Xiaowei's lips, but drops of blood rolled down the curve of her jaw, blooming like red plums on the green bricks.
Jiang Xue pinched the woman's jaw fiercely, watching her blood flow between her pale lips and teeth, with faint sparks flashing in her eyes.
Perhaps this body that has drunk the essence of hundreds of herbs can offer a glimmer of hope?
The feeling of my pulse gradually stopping was like an ice cone piercing into my bone marrow.
The woman's long eyelashes no longer trembled, and the last trace of medicinal fragrance in the warm room dissipated in the morning light.
Jiang Xue remained in a half-kneeling position, her brocade skirt soaked in a pool of blood, like a sculpture frozen in time.
At dawn, Fu Dong's knuckles turned white as he gripped the poison-tipped sleeve arrow.
The villa in the west of the city that Yun Zhen pointed out was hidden in the mist, and three black-feathered crows were squatting on the eaves.
"Are you really here?"
"Every moment of delay will increase the chances of the dragon heir in your womb becoming more dangerous."
The woman in black closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the poison powder in her palm rustling in the morning breeze.
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