Open your eyes, everything in front of you is familiar and unfamiliar.
“This is-“
Xiao Qingxue looked at the familiar palace, and there was a slight tremor in her hoarse voice.
“Niangniang, this is the Qinyang Palace of the former princess, and now it is your bedroom.”
The servants who served were all delighted, and while supporting her, she explained softly: “The empress has been in a coma for three months, the emperor will be happy when you know that you are awake.”
Xiao Qingxue then carefully looked at the palace maid in front of her. This was clearly the attire of the Hu people in the Western Regions.
And what did she just say?
“You call me, Niangniang? What, the former dynasty?”
The woman on the bed was still pale, looking at the palace maid suspiciously and eagerly.
“I don’t know what Niangniang doesn’t know. Chen Guo disappeared three months ago. It was the emperor who brought Niangniang back from the battlefield. You are now my daughter of Dajing.”
Chen Guo, no more…
The last glimmer of hope in Xiao Qingxue’s eyes finally dimmed, as if she had lost all her strength, she closed her eyes, took a long breath.
Dajing…Jieyu…
She murmured, and suddenly let out a low laugh.
Opening his eyes again, his face is calm, like ashes.
“Your emperor is Li Changqing?”
As soon as the words were finished, the palace attendants suddenly turned pale and knelt on the ground.
One of the palace servants in the lead looked panicked, “Niangniang, how can you directly call the emperor’s name? This is a big taboo!”
Of course, Xiao Qingxue wouldn’t care about this, she lifted the quilt and said, “Call Li Changqing to see me.”
“Niang Niang?!”
“Call Li Changqing to see me!”
Looking at the woman who was about to stand unsteadily in front of them, everyone panicked.
“The maid will calm down, the slaves will go, and the slaves will report to the emperor.”
Hearing the palace maid’s report, Li Changqing just hesitated for a moment.
As soon as I entered Qinyang Palace, I saw the palace maid tremblingly kneeling on the ground.
He killed Chen Jianjing, and the vulgarity was popular both inside and outside the court.
And the woman who called to see him, dressed in a plain Han Chinese uniform, had black hair and white flowers, and her face was haggard.
She is obviously thin as a bone, but she stands like a pine bamboo under the strong wind, so steadfast.
The moment he met her eyes, the determination in her eyes reminded him of the scene when she flew over the city that day.
He sank the corners of his mouth, and there was a faint light in his eyes. Along with his expression, there was also his questioning.
“When the Yasukuni was established, it was a time when the whole world was celebrating. What do you want to wear in filial piety?”
He stepped closer, his voice stern.
“You slaves, this is how you serve your master?”
“Slave should die, slave should die!”
The palace attendants who were kneeling on the ground were all kowtowing tremblingly, looking sincere and frightened.
Xiao Qingxue coldly watched him get angry at the crowd, and his tone mocked lightly, “My country is broken, my relatives are dead, why should I be mourning for them?”
“Don’t forget your identity.” He approached her, looked down at her, and reminded, “You are now Dajing’s concubine, my woman.”
“Your woman?” His words made her laugh, and in the next instant, she stopped laughing and looked at him with no intention of retreating in her eyes.
Her words are firm and firm, as if they were told to him, but also to themselves-
“Ben Gong, is the Qing, Yun, Gong, and Zhu of Da Chen, how can I marry a chaotic, minister, thief, or son?”
As soon as she finished speaking, all the attendants were silent.
Atmosphere, a moment of depression and suffocation.
He raised his eyebrows, his eyes brightened, and he stared at her silently for a long time. After a while, he suddenly curled his lips, “If that’s the case, why do you have to wait for me in a wedding dress? Xiao Qingxue, you want to marry the scoundrel and thief you call it, don’t you?”
He knew her so well, how did he know her thoughts?
“I accepted you into the palace and sealed your position. Isn’t all this as you wished? What else are you dissatisfied with?”
He lifted her chin in a frivolous tone, admiring the suddenly pale face of the woman below.
Xiao Qingxue looked at the man in front of her, her heart tingling and she was only a stranger.
He is not Li Changqing, not anymore, her Li Changqing.
She quickly concealed her gaffe. She turned her head away. In her words, there was a kind of helpless sadness.
“I want to marry, not you.” She paused, “My husband died that day.”
How could he not understand her words? Seeing her inactive expression, the strength of his subordinates gradually increased.
“Xiao Qingxue, who do you blame for all this now?”
The woman closed her eyes and did not respond to his words.
In the stalemate between the two, a sudden announcement was inserted——
“Reporting to the emperor, the empress has already set up a banquet at Zhanghuatai, and sent servants to invite you to come over.”
“Understood.” Li Changqing had already restrained his anger at this time, loosened the hand around her chin, and turned to rub the woman’s face lightly.
His fingertips are cool, just like his words:
“Xiao Qingxue, I know that you are desperate for death, so it is just right to let your fifth sister and family accompany you, even underground.”
“What do you mean?!”
Xiao Qingxue opened her eyes and grabbed his sleeve, “What happened to my fifth sister? You caught them?”
“Speaking of which, I should thank your big Chen Zimin. If they hadn’t come to report, Princess Jin Chen’s family would not have been captured so easily.”
Li Changqing smiled coldly, his eyes fell on her hand that was holding him, and then he brushed her away, turning and leaving the moment she threw the question to her:
“You said, what should I do with this family?”
Xiao Qingxue’s whole body was like a cold cellar, and when she regained her senses, he was no longer there. He didn’t dare to delay at all, and hurriedly chased him out.
Zhanghuatai was once a place for viewing flowers in the former dynasty. Xiao Qingxue and Princess Jin Chen were compatriots, and in the past at Zhanghuatai, they had spent a lot of green time when the girls were thin and thin.
At this moment, the former owner of the garden has become a prisoner, being played by a group of thieves.
Seeing the Fifth Princess’ family being imprisoned in a wooden prison without dignity, Xiao Qingxue’s eyes turned red.
“fifth sister, brother-in-law…”
The people in the wooden prison were very embarrassed. Seeing the woman in white approaching, their eyes were full of disbelief.
“Qingxue? Are you Qingxue?!”
“Fifth sister, it’s me.”
Princess Jin Chen’s eyes flashed brightly, and she held the child in her arms and pressed it to the front, “Qingxue, please beg Changqing, please beg him to let the child go. She is only three months old, Qingxue, only you can save us!”
The swaddled child was crying, and that voice grabbed Xiao Qingxue.
That is, the fifth sister’s child, her relatives, the only remaining relatives.
Clenching her fists, she got up and looked at the person on the high platform, looking at each other with an obscure expression.
It was just a scorching gaze beside him that made Qingxue pay more attention. She moved her gaze, but unexpectedly met a pair of cold but scrutinizing eyes.
My body trembled slightly.
That is, his queen.