"Shut up, all of you."
Gu Qingyao stared intently at Gu Qingling and Gu Qingyan, a somewhat fierce expression on her face. "From now on, shut your mouths."
After saying that, he turned and went into the house. The door was slammed shut, leaving only the two brothers, Gu Qingling and Gu Qingfeng, looking at each other in the courtyard.
Inside the house, Gu Qingyao's eyes reddened as soon as she turned her back. Last time, Consort An came to the courtyard and talked to her for quite a while.
Consort An told her to live her life well.
We cannot place our hopes on anyone, including Gu Qingling and Gu Qingfeng.
She later persistently asked Consort An who wanted to tell her these words, and she even humbly hoped that Consort An could lie to her once and tell her that it was her mother who wanted to say them.
Consort An shook her head. "Princess, these are my heartfelt words."
From that day on, Gu Qingyao had a sudden realization.
Relying on others will only plunge her into endless troubles. She may even have done nothing wrong, yet she will have to bear a price that is not hers to pay.
Since that's the case, she'll have to live it on her own.
outside the house.
Gu Qingling and Gu Qingfeng sighed almost simultaneously, and the tense atmosphere between them just now instantly dissipated.
"I might die tomorrow."
Gu Qingling spoke softly, gazing at the sky. Tonight's moon was not full; it was crescent-shaped like a sickle.
It symbolizes separation.
Upon hearing this, Gu Qingfeng's eyes flickered slightly. He turned his head to look at Gu Qingling, who had lost both arms and legs and could only lie paralyzed on the ground.
He suddenly thought of Gu Qingling when he was still the crown prince, full of vigor and ambition. At that time, he and Gu Qingling were so close that they were inseparable.
"You don't need to feel sorry for me."
Gu Qingling's voice was somewhat hoarse, "Now, death is a relief for me."
He lived only twelve years before reaching the end of his life.
"Do you still want to see her before you die?"
Gu Qingfeng's words silenced Gu Qingling. How could he not think about it?
“I can accept my death.” Gu Qingling closed her eyes, feeling the breath in the air. “But I still can’t accept it. I can’t die by her side.”
It is only natural for a critically ill child to go to his mother.
"I've done so many wrong things, yet in the end, I still want to see her one last time. Gu Qingfeng, don't you think I'm ridiculous?"
Gu Qingfeng pursed his lips. Wasn't he the same?
That night, Gu Qingling and Gu Qingfeng sat in silence until dawn. Only after the person took Gu Qingling away did Gu Qingfeng finally speak:
"Big brother!"
Gu Qingling lowered her head, a tear sliding down her cheek. She turned her head to look, but there was no trace of Gu Qingyao.
"Never again."
After saying that, Gu Qingling let himself be taken away, not knowing where he would be taken, and he didn't care.
......
early morning.
A loud crack of whips rang out from inside the palace. Gu Qingyan stood before Jiang Yu, letting her adjust his imperial robes.
"Today is your twelfth birthday, and also the first birthday you reclaim your identity."
Jiang Yu's eyes reddened. Twelve years ago today, she risked her life to give birth to Ayan, and now she only felt fortunate.
Happy birthday, Ayan.
Gu Qingyan helped Jiang Yu sit down in a chair, then lifted his robes and knelt down:
"On my birthday, my mother suffered greatly. I want to kowtow to my mother and thank her for bringing me into this world."
Fortunately, he and his mother never missed each other in this lifetime.
"Get up quickly." Jiang Yu took out a jade pendant from her sleeve, stood up and tied it around Gu Qingyan's waist. "I only hope that Ayan is safe and healthy."
Peace and good health are a mother's most sincere wish.
"Go quickly, the ministers are all waiting!"
Once Gu Qingyan's figure disappeared from sight, Jiang Yu lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then said, "Wanji, go to the Cold Palace."
The Cold Palace was where she died in her previous life.
This is also the place where Consort Rong died.
A chilling wind blew through the cold palace, but Jiang Yu walked on without noticing anything. Inside the room, Gu Qingling lay blankly on the floor.
Upon hearing the noise, Gu Qingling turned around, and when she saw Jiang Yu, her eyes immediately filled with tears. "Mother."
Jiang Yu looked down at Gu Qingling.
Even with severed hands and feet, Ayan still hadn't gone far enough.
Jiang Yu's thoughts reached Gu Qingling's heart, and Gu Qingling's heart felt as if it were being pricked by fine needles, a dense and painful sensation.
"Your child knows he was wrong. Whether in the past life or this life, your child was wrong." Gu Qingling tried hard to reach out and grab Jiang Yu's clothes, but after several attempts, he still couldn't hold on to them.
"Mother, I didn't mean to really kill you, I..." Seeing Jiang Yu's expressionless face, Gu Qingling twitched the corner of her mouth, "I know, it's no use saying anything more."
"Please, let me die by your hand, okay?"
Gu Qingling pleaded humbly, begging only for death, to die at the hands of his mother.
"Gu Qingling".
Jiang Yu's emotionless voice rang out, and Gu Qingling felt a chill run down her spine.
"In my past life, you caused the tragic deaths of me and my child. This hatred is irreconcilable." As Jiang Yu finished speaking, Wan Ji, who was outside the house, placed a plate in front of Gu Qingling.
In an instant, Gu Qingling understood Jiang Yu's intention.
In his past life, he had made his mother choose her own way of dying in the same place, using the same method of murder.
“You can’t choose your birth. You were switched at birth, which is not something you could decide.” Jiang Yu’s eyes pierced Gu Qingling like sharp arrows. “But you used me while pushing me to the brink of despair. Gu Qingling, you’re a real scoundrel.”
"I will never forgive you in this life, and in the next life and the life after that."
Jiang Yu turned and left, ignoring Gu Qingling's desperate calls behind her. But Jiang Yu's steps did not falter in the slightest. Killing her enemy was only natural.
Hahahahahahahaha!
Gu Qingling suddenly burst into laughter. He had finally seen this side of himself.
"Please continue your journey," Wanji's voice rang out, and a plate was placed next to Gu Qingling. "Her Majesty the Empress Dowager is waiting for this servant to return and report!"
Empress Dowager.
What he couldn't give his mother in his past life, Gu Qingyan gave her in this life.
"Thank you for your trouble, I choose the white silk."
In the end, Gu Qingling chose the exact same way to die as Jiang Yu in his previous life. In the final moments of his life, he still wanted to use this method to prove that there was a bond between him and his mother.
They are not completely unrelated.
Wanji picked up the white silk ribbon and slowly put it around Gu Qingling's neck.
bass--
Wanji suddenly tightened his grip, and Gu Qingling's face immediately turned red, and she began to have difficulty breathing.
Heavens, could I possibly be my mother's child again in the next life...?
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