"You've committed such a taboo, and you still want me to forgive you?"

She raised Xue Yaohua's tear-stained little face and thoughtfully said, "However, if you can do something beautiful, not only will you be the fourth miss of the Xue Family, you can also replace that lowly seed that married you into the Prince Duan Palace."

"You mean, it's because the Prince Duan wanted to recruit me, that's why she brought people to look for trouble with me?"

After changing into a clean set of clothes, Mu Langhua, or rather, Xue Ronghua, sat comfortably on the soft brick bed, allowing the little girl to bring him a cup of boiling tea.

She already knew that she had been reborn in the hands of the Qin Prime Minister Xue Longhu's second daughter, the Great Qin, the neighbor who had repeatedly calculated war on the sand table.

She wanted to see the local customs and practices of the Great Qin Empire, so why would she bring her troops to war and prepare for it?

Only, who would have thought that today, she would actually use this method to truly fuse with the Great Qi.

It could be seen that the word 'fate' was something that he had no choice but to believe in.

She smiled to herself, lowered her head, and blew on the teacup in her hand.

"Yes, this servant heard this news from Qing Ru in the front room. She shouldn't be wrong."

"But didn't you say that you had already spread the news that I was mentally ill a few years ago?" Which duke would be willing to take in a fool as a side concubine? "

Xue Ronghua took a sip of her tea, and upon entering her mouth, she immediately frowned: "How long has it been since the last tea?"

"Please calm your anger, Miss!"

"This was given to us by the old lady on her birthday last year. You didn't even want to drink it for a long time."

The year before last?

Xue Ronghua sighed in her heart. Even though she knew that the original owner of this body was not well, she really did not expect it to be this bad.

Not to mention being bullied to the door by a sister who was born of a concubine, she lived alone in the attic. Even drinking tea was tea that had been brewing for several years.

She said that it was pitiful and hateful, that no one would ask anything about it, and that it was definitely not excessive. If it wasn't for this Prince Jin who worked hard and wanted to marry her, she probably wouldn't even have these few new clothes.

Xue Ronghua placed the cup on the table, she shook her head, and a look of hatred flashed past her eyes.

But how could she be better off?

That night in the Donghua Palace was like the most venomous nightmare, imprisoning her soul in constant pain from being pierced by an arrow and never resting.

Meng Qianzhong, Meng Qianzhong.

It was in vain for her to go all out, for her to fight on the battlefield, and for her to use her own strength to bring down half of the mountain!

In the end, she couldn't even protect her own son.

Xinglou!

The thought of that weak little child made her feel as if an invisible hand was tightly holding her throat.

Three years!

Her son had been dead for three years!

Yet, she was still foolish enough to fight in the Northern Tribes for the murderer of her child!

Originally, she had thought that her son had become intimate with her because of her years of war. However, she had never imagined that her good husband and cousin would treat her and her son in such a manner!

"Miss .. Are you alright? "

Ping'er's somewhat trembling voice came into Xue Ronghua's ears. Her mind suddenly cleared up, and she lowered her head to look.

"Miss .."

Seeing her looking at that small piece of land, Little Zhui was so scared that her face turned pale. She wanted to kneel down in panic, but she was stopped by Xue Ronghua with a raise of her hand.

"Little Zhui."

Xue Ronghua's voice seemed to contain endless pain and confusion. She seemed to be smiling bitterly, and then, she threw the gold hairpin she had just taken from Xue Yaohua onto a small plate.