A quarter of an hour later.

Ling Niang slowly walked back to the inner hall with heavy steps.

"How is it?" Ming Lie stood quietly outside the window, standing with his hands behind his back.

"Go back to Your Highness, I have asked Xiao Chenzi to send your Highness out of the palace." Ling Niang said softly.

She paused, and suddenly couldn't help but raise her head and gritted her teeth, "Your Highness, don't you want to hug your highness? It's been two years, do you know that he is covered in wounds and does not have a good piece of meat... The beast Chen King is so small and so cute... The tiger poison is not enough to eat, how can he... how can he do it?"

As he spoke, Ling Niang couldn't help but turn red with tears in her eyes: "I clearly saw you last time when His Highness Chen brought the little prince's body... the flesh on his body... I haven't been asleep all night. Why can you bear not to hug him? He is just a child."

After being immersed in power for many years, Ling Niang can be cold-hearted towards anyone and plan any bloody plan for her own master, but her heart can't help but soften when facing such a villain who longs for her mother.

After all, she herself is also a mother.

Ming Lie looked out the window with a faint expression: "Don't the tiger poison eat the baby?"

She sighed softly: "Lingniang, you forgot that when he was born, I secretly contacted you and asked you to plan and deal with this that would ruin our great cause. I even wanted to settle this child who shouldn't have appeared with my own hands, but I didn't have the chance to stop having fun at that time. There was no difference between me and Qiu Yuzhi."

Ling Niang was stunned, then bit her lip and said, "But... but later you didn't do anything, and even asked Lord Qin to take His Highness away!"

"Lingniang, the most terrifying thing in this world is not the person who has plans, but the madman who has no plans, especially when that madman has extraordinary wisdom." Ming Lie said leisurely.

"Qiu Yuzhi has an extraordinary attention to this child. He has no feelings for this child, but also has a strange and focused interest in this child. It proves that he once won me and proves that his obsession is that he will not let the child die. With the child here, he will be a restraint for that madman. He will not be completely crazy... because he will never have a second chance to beat me so thoroughly." Ming Lie gently stroked his lower abdomen, but a trace of complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

"Your Highness..." Ling Niang froze and looked at Ming Lie's back, not knowing what to say for a moment.

After giving birth to the little prince and returning to the palace, His Highness sent Changqing Yujun away and took the elusive medicine at Yujun's funeral. She would never have children again.

Of course, Ling Niang knew how terrible the true face of King Chen was. He was really a lunatic. He was like a god who fell into a demon without any taboos. Ethics and morality were worse than dirt, and you would never know what he would do next.

All he did was to make fun.

In his eyes, the life and death of anyone, the country and the country are a game. He doesn't even care about his own life. As long as it is interesting, he can let go without hesitation, just like an endless darkness that swallows and crushes everything.

Only His Highness...

Only His Highness Ming Lie, who exists like light, has her wrists, her talents, and her mind, can compete with her.

Your Highness is the belief of many people and hers.

Therefore, Your Highness said that His Highness did it, she spent all her life to assist her lord, just to make the Jiangshan Empire not fall into the hands of that madman. This is also the meaning of many people who sacrificed their lives to support His Highness.

The Tiangou swallows the sun, and the bad signs arrive, and blood flows into a river.

They will not let the dark Tenggou devour the light of the Empire.

"Wait a minute, who did you say you gave the child to?" Ming Lie suddenly asked coldly.

Ling Niang was stunned: "It's best for Xiao Chenzi to be purchased in the imperial kitchen. However, I have arranged someone to take him away from the palace."

Ming Lie paused, his face turned slightly cold, and then frowned: "Go and find Xiao Chenzi right away."

Ling Niang didn't understand, so: "Why did your highness change your mind?"

Ming Lie said lightly: "The imperial kitchen is all our people, but the imperial kitchen is under the supervision of Fengqi."

Ling Niang was shocked when she heard this, her face turned pale: "Oh, I forgot, Your Highness Fengqi... Your Highness Fengqi hates the most... Your Highness."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left immediately. Before leaving, her eyes flashed over Ming Lie's tightly clenched fists, and then said softly: "If you really have no feelings for Your Highness and just treat him as a tool to restrain King Chen, why should you be so uncomfortable, Your Highness?"

After saying that, she turned around and left.

Ming Lie was silent, looking at the bright spring light outside the window, and chuckled, his eyes that had always been clear and clear were full of vicissitudes: "But, I have already stood on the altar of the empire, and the country's important weapon is to use my body as a tripod to worship the world in this life."

She can be a sword, or the light of the empire, but the light of the empire can be a despicable Ming Lie, but she cannot be a mother, let alone that child still has that identity. If he cannot stay away from this circle of power, he will either be swallowed by the darkness or burned to ashes by the light.

She has no choice.

Qiu Yuzhi is right.

...

So the little man suddenly appeared in her palace again, just looking up at her blankly.

She still made the same choice calmly.

Qin Sheng, never appear in front of me and that man again.

With the blue sea and the sky, you should have a broader world.

Let's go.

This is the only thing I can do for you.

…*…*…*…*…

Time flies.

In a flash, thirteen years seemed to pass by in a flash of their fingers.

She watched the pale boy dragging his thin body slowly turn away, her body full of despair, and suddenly she seemed to see all her miserable past.

The bright sunshine of the girl, the scorching sun, the youth of the sky, should it be the twilight years when the sun sets in the west?

Ming Lie breathed a sigh of relief and slowly placed the dagger in front of him.

The metal dagger reflects her face.

The eyes that are still calm are deeper, and the beautiful face seems to be still loved by God, without any wrinkles.

Her dear brother has always been extremely careful in taking care of her body, as if he was taking care of his favorite expensive porcelain or some rare and beautiful creature stored in the potion.

Even though she doesn't look much different from hers a decade ago.

But she knew she was old.

Ming Lie put down his dagger and turned around and looked at the snow outside the window.

Thirteen years have passed, and everyone around her has left one by one, from Changqing at the beginning, to Ling Niang who was Lingchi in front of the Meridian Gate three years ago, to being hanged at the gate of the East Palace a few days ago, for saying that the sixth prince who was guilty of being a left army commander of the battle, who was punished by the East Palace, the sixth prince who was guilty of being a supervisor of Ling Niang as a left army, was punished by the enemy and treason.

She did not forget how Lao Liu knelt in front of Qiu Yuzhi and cried bitterly, saying that everything was done according to his own eyes. Under Qiu Yuzhi's fun eyes, he lay in a mess at his feet, begging her for forgiveness.

She could only watch him hanged without expression.

If you believe in the dark demon, you will naturally be able to become a sacrifice for monsters.

How can a person who is too stupid survive in this cruel palace?

...

So, who is the next one, hanged, or slapped in front of you?

Could it be that child?

Minglie closed his eyes a little tiredly.

Oh……

It's been so many years.

After all, we have come to this point.

She reached out and flipped her palm, and there was an exquisite ring on it. The non-gold and non-iron metal ring was carved with exquisite flowers, and was inlaid with glazed balls from the West. The light green fluorescent light in the transparent glazed balls were flashing, flowing like a living thing, extremely beautiful.

But who would have thought that this beautiful fluorescence was a strange medicine from Miaojiang. Once you met the air, all objects would burn. The blazing fire was as bright as the sun, and the water could not be extinguished.

The dazzling fire that almost destroys the world can only burn everything out and annihilate it.

She treasured it, which was the gift her most beloved young brother gave her the grand ceremony of the grand girl - Fengyan.

That year, he looked up at her and said that she was in the sky and the sun was like fire.

Now, she seems to think that this kind of thing is even more like him.

Beautiful and dangerous.

Confined in this fragile glass, it will shatter and burn out the world as soon as it touches.

Ming Lie let go of his hand gently, and the ring fell to the ground instantly, and with a "bang", it shattered into countless pieces.

In an instant, the fluorescent light inside was blown away by the cold wind outside the window, flying to the gorgeous pillars and curtains around.

"Huhuhu--!" In just a moment, a flame began to ignite where the fluorescent lights were.

The blazing and silent flames illuminated her eyes.

Minglie closed his eyes gently, smiled and sighed: "It's so warm."

...

Thirteen years, the wind and rain are as dark as the wind and frost, and thirteen years, the sword and sword.

Thirteen years, bloody storm, and thirteen years, Yu Yu walked alone.

...

It turns out that I just want liberation and warmth at this moment.

...

She hummed softly, with unprecedented pleasure: "The spring scenery is changing, the night scenery is changing, and the jade Lang doesn't return home, it really makes people's hearts, dreams, souls, chase the willow flowers, spring flowers and autumn moons, how much past the building last night... There are many new autumns every year, but melancholy still remains, but the red face is thin..."

The faint singing came softly outside the palace and flew with the heavy snow.
To be continued...