Xie Jing had already reached behind her.
The two men stared at each other for a long time, and Qin Jiujiu was enveloped in cold.
She couldn't help but break the tension.
"Your Majesty, this medicine can help the Empress stop bleeding quickly and also help her recover her vitality swiftly."
Xie Jing's appearance was very much like Huai'an's.
And also very much like that person!
Sheng Huaizhi's gaze was deep, yet he took the pill from Qin Jiujiu's hand.
On the other side, Dao Qing was clearly at a disadvantage.
Just as he was about to be defeated and captured by Liu Qi and Xiao Yuan, he exerted all his strength, opened his mouth, and slipped away.
Su Ming was too useless! As expected, it had to be him, himself, to do it!
Xie Jing's face turned cold, and without even looking at Dao Qing, his sword had already moved towards him.
"Spare his life!"
Liu Jin's voice and Xie Yun's voice sounded out together.
Liu Jin did so out of gratitude for saving her life and providing shelter, while Xie Yun acted for the truth.
Who exactly was Dao Qing, and why did he want to kill Su Ming and the Emperor!
Xie Jing's sword did not slow down.
*Swoosh!*
The blade pierced Dao Qing's body.
In a daze, Qin Jiujiu's eyes met Dao Qing's.
She cried out, "Do you still remember Xing Ru?"
A flicker of shock crossed his eyes, but there was no extraneous emotion.
He wasn't even an acquaintance!
Qin Jiujiu's heart ached.
Yue Beiyang was never a suitable match, much less for Xing Ru.
The change in that illusion was due to Xie Jing.
Qin Jiujiu couldn't help but feel fortunate that the person behind her had her in his eyes, or rather, only her.
"Yue Beiyang, you are not worthy of Xing Ru's love."
She shouted at him.
Xie Jing squeezed Qin Jiujiu's hand, again and again, not too hard, not too soft.
It was even a little ticklish.
"Yaoyao!"
Sheng Huaizhi suddenly called out.
It turned out that the person he was holding tightly in his arms had moved her fingers.
...
In the harem, one Ru Gui Fei was gone, but a woman without a title had appeared.
The Wang family, however, could not sit still.
The Empress's Palace.
"Daughter, now that Ru Gui Fei and the First Prince are gone, the Crown Prince, though not your biological son, was raised by you. You must hold onto him tightly, and do not..."
These words, her mother and father had made her listen to them every time they entered the palace over the years.
Wang Shuyao usually just listened quietly, but this time, she lost her temper.
"Enough!"
Realizing what she had done, Wang Shuyao suppressed her temper and quickly explained, "Mother, your daughter is a bit tired and wants to rest. Please leave the palace first."
Mrs. Wang pouted, but said nothing more.
After Mrs. Wang left, the room finally quieted down.
Wang Shuyao rubbed her throbbing head, propping it with one hand. The incense in the room was too strong, yet she still couldn't rest well.
"Zhu Er, bring more calming incense!"
Zhu Er took the order and quietly went to light the calming incense.
Wang Shuyao gradually fell into a dream, a dream that had haunted her for a long time, a dream that was her past.
It was her past, the one she was always afraid of.
"Your Highness, you are awake."
Yun Yaoyao's eyes were devoid of any ripples, her calm, watery gaze was pure and untainted by worldly affairs.
Yun Yaoyao recuperated for a few days before gradually recovering, but her face was always covered by a veil.
There was only one person attending to her.
It was An Ruo, Sheng Huaizhi's former personal maid.
Because her vocal cords were damaged, Yun Yaoyao's voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
"I want to see my face..."
An Ruo's eyes flickered, then she said, "In a few more days. Once Your Highness has recovered, the Emperor will naturally arrange a fine bronze mirror for you!"
Yun Yaoyao seemed to pause, then stopped speaking. She merely opened her eyes, the only ones visible, and looked at the canopy above.
"Greetings to the Emperor!"
There was a commotion outside, but Yun Yaoyao seemed oblivious.
An Ruo sighed softly and walked out.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness just woke up."
Yun Yaoyao had woken up several days ago, but after waking, due to her disfigurement, she couldn't bear to be seen.
She had to stay indoors, spending her days sleeping and staring into space.
Her once radiant eyes had lost all their color.
She hardly spoke, and her speaking just now was unexpected.
But after saying that one sentence, she fell silent again.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness..."
An Ruo looked at the unfortunate woman on the bed and couldn't help but speak.
"Your Highness spoke just now."
Sheng Huaizhi's face lit up. "What did Yaoyao say?"
"Your Highness said she wanted a mirror to see her appearance."
The light in Sheng Huaizhi's eyes suddenly extinguished.
He had already sat by the bed. The woman was lying on her back, her eyes devoid of any life.
She had changed.
"Yaoyao, will you speak to me?"
"Brother Sheng has waited for you for more than ten years..."
"..."
But no matter what he said, the woman on the bed did not speak, nor did she even give him a glance.
"Our Huai'an, Huai'an has grown up. He looks very much like you. In two days, when you're better, I'll have him come to see you..."
Suddenly, his hand was grabbed.
Tightly, with a firm grip.
But Sheng Huaizhi felt no anger, only excitement.
"Yaoyao, you..."
But his words were abruptly cut off by Yun Yaoyao's next words, and the smile on his face froze.
"My A'Jing! Where is my A'Jing?"
Although her voice was rough, the name she called was clear.
"What A'Jing? Huai'an is your child with me!"
His eyes instantly turned scarlet, a murderous intent vaguely appearing.
His face was like a demon from hell.
An Ruo, seeing this, quickly knelt before Sheng Huaizhi.
"Your Highness's body has not yet recovered, Your Majesty, you..."
At her reminder, Sheng Huaizhi's anger instantly subsided.
He quickly loosened his grip on her and looked at the woman with red-rimmed eyes, pulling her into his embrace.
"Be good, Yaoyao..."
"Yaoyao is sorry..."
An Ruo quietly withdrew.
In the silent room, only Sheng Huaizhi's desperate cries could be heard.
...
"Jiujiu, what did you say?"
"Yun Yaoyao might be Little Jing's biological mother?"
Xie Yun and Bai Qianluo were clearly very surprised.
Only the three of them were in the room. Qin Jiujiu had managed to get Xie Jing to leave so she could tell Xie Yun and Bai Qianluo her suspicions.
Perhaps in the future, they would have the chance to meet Yun Yaoyao.
"But Little Jing he..."
Thinking of something, Xie Yun suddenly took out a brocade pouch.
This was given to him by his father before they left.
He was told to open it only when Xie Jing's origins were mentioned.
Inside the pouch, there was only a slip of paper.
The paper had two characters written on it—Xie Qing.