Chapter 315: Burying the Child Alive
Song Zhao was disgusted by her to the point that every inch of his skin was trembling with fear.
She pushed Huipin's chest to avoid her, but the onion-like nail of her little finger hooked the buckle of Huipin's scarf on her chest.
The buttons fell off, and due to inertia, the scarf also fell to the ground.
Song Zhao raised his eyes for a moment, but saw:
——Hui Bin’s neck was originally covered with burn scars, but now her skin is smooth and fair, and the scars from the past have completely disappeared!
Instead, there were several obvious horizontal lines on her neck.
Song Zhao's eyes widened, quite shocked and puzzled...
Neck wrinkles......
When the Queen was twenty-three, she had just begun to develop a few faint wrinkles on her neck.
Huipin is only fifteen years old this year, why are the lines on her neck so obvious?
unless......
Is it that she has a baby face, but her actual age is older than the queen?
Huipin met Song Zhao's surprised look, but she was not afraid.
She twisted her neck left and right to loosen her muscles, then smiled and said:
"You are so smart, and so tricky."
Song Zhao stared at Huipin's childish face and felt her stomach churning, making her feel extremely nauseous!
She suppressed the churning in her chest and said with disgust, "What kind of monster are you?"
"Tsk tsk, you're about to discover my little secret~"
Huipin blinked her round eyes and playfully stuck out her tongue at Song Zhao.
Then he bent over to pick up the scarf, put it around his neck again, and said with a smile:
"Hehe~ If that's the case, then I should change my words and call you Sister Song~"
She met Song Zhao's surprised eyes and said calmly:
"You don't have to think about telling the emperor anything. I met the emperor when he was still a prince who was not favored. I was already kept in his palace.
The emperor knows that I am the same age as him, and he has cultivated me until now, asking me to replace the early deceased Wei Linlan and enter the palace to be his spy in the harem. "
As he spoke, he smiled at Song Zhao, "In fact, haven't you guessed all this a long time ago? As smart as you are, you should have known that I am the emperor's man a long time ago, right? Let me guess, you even wanted to use my identity to help you accomplish your wish? Tsk tsk..."
Huipin shook her head slowly, her tone extremely playful.
"Sister Song, you are really smart. This is the first time I have met an opponent who can match me in all my years in the harem~"
At this point, even the most shocking news seemed commonplace to Song Zhao.
She just asked Huipin in a stern voice, "You said you were doing things for the emperor, but many things are probably your own thoughts, right?"
Huipin smiled and said nothing.
She stroked her belly and boasted, "I am pregnant, so I can't stay in this cold palace for long. But before I leave, please be merciful and tell you something you have always wanted to know. Haven't you always wanted to know the whereabouts of your son?"
Hearing her mention Cheng Yu, Song Zhao's heart sank.
Huipin walked up to her, protecting her waist, and smiled like a silver bell.
"Since you gave birth to your son, think carefully about how many disasters have occurred in and outside the palace?
The emperor was assassinated, floods hit the south of the Yangtze River, fertile fields were destroyed, plagues broke out, the empress dowager was seriously ill, and the emperor was once again in danger in Chaoyang Palace. Which of these things was not a disaster? How come after your son was born, the dynasty had been safe and sound for so many years, but it happened to be unlucky? "
She patted Song Zhao's shoulder lightly, her smile becoming even more sinister.
"But, this is all thanks to your good planning. You deliberately gave birth prematurely so that your child and the emperor's birthday would be on the same day. Do you think that in this way, your child would not suffer any disaster because of the date of birth?
It is what you wished for. He is truly a lucky star. So, when the country is in turmoil and the emperor is in trouble, there must be a lucky star to take on all of this for the emperor and the people of the world."
Huipin seemed to be talking about some happy event, and she became more and more excited as she spoke.
“In fact, all emperors in every dynasty have done the same thing. Haven’t you heard of the saying, ‘planting a life base and burying blessings’?
Your little boy, who was born on the same day and month as the emperor, is the emperor's foundation and the blessing of Daqi. So the emperor made him the crown prince and sent him to the imperial mausoleum, and put him... "
She slowed down and looked at Song Zhao's eyes with tears flashing in them. She felt quite pleased with herself, as if she was looking at her trophy.
She walked closer to Song Zhao step by step, leaned close to her ear, and said word by word:
"Your Majesty, bury him alive~"
"you......"
Intense grief spread from the bottom of his heart, attacking every part of Song Zhao's body.
She was filled with grief and anger, and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
And Huipin's endless laughter sounded even more heart-wrenching at this moment.
Song Zhao pushed Huipin with all his might, wishing he could kill this vicious woman with his own hands!
However, because of his weak body, Huipin pushed him away and he fell to the ground.
Huipin stood upright, looking down at her.
"Sister Song, please take care of yourself. You should avoid excessive grief after giving birth. Don't let yourself get a hemorrhage. You are in the cold palace, and there is no doctor to treat you!"
Song Zhao's breathing seemed to be stagnant. Because of the pain everywhere, her whole body seemed to be completely shattered from the inside out.
It turns out that when people are in extreme despair, it is not as easy as being heartbroken.
Instead, there are thousands of sharp knives, cutting your flesh and picking your bones at the same time, trying to make you live unscathed and become a rotten meat full of holes.
The last thing Song Zhao saw before she fainted was Yunshan rushing in and trying to protect her.
When she woke up again, it was a day later.
She did not do as Huipin wished.
There was no hemorrhage, nor did he die of depression.
But the moment she opened her eyes, she felt hopeless and her heart was dead.
Buried alive...
These two words lingered in Song Zhao's ears all the time.
She clutched the quilt tightly, tears streaming down her face.
She felt sorry for her poor child, and she also wanted to throw Xiao Jingheng and Huipin into a sea of fire and swords, torturing them until their skin and flesh were torn apart and their bodies were left without a complete body!
But her child...
He was still so young that he couldn't even walk steadily.
She was so smart and cute, and she would often hold her and call her mother.
That is also Jamel Xiao’s child!
How could he...
For the next two days, Song Zhao stopped eating and drinking, said nothing, and could not sleep peacefully.
She huddled in the corner of the room with her knees bent all day, staring blankly at the little bit of light coming in through the narrow diamond-shaped window.
'Squeak'
The door was pushed open again. It must be Yunshan who brought more food and wanted to persuade her to eat some.
Song Zhao was still staring out the window, without any reaction.
'Peng'
With a dull thud, the bowl was thrown abruptly in front of her.
"eat!"
Then a man's command with a scolding sounded in her ears,
She raised her head woodenly, only to see that the person standing beside her was Prince An, Xiao Jingyan.
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