Chapter 705
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Secrets were secrets because they were afraid of sunlight. Once they were forcefully pulled out of the darkness and placed under the light, they would become thousands of iron and ice blades that would cover the sky and earth. They would pierce a person's heart into a sieve that could leak air everywhere and could not be sewn back together.
Xiahou Qing had once thought that after reaching this point, there was nothing in the world that he would be afraid of. Unexpectedly, there was. When a maze he had never thought of slowly unraveled in front of him, it was related to the blood flowing in his body, the beliefs he had always held, and the things he trusted the most in his flesh and blood. The great shock instantly drowned him and swept him into a boundless ocean, struggling up and down.
This was a great joke.
He laughed. Absurd, absurd, the greatest absurdity in the world! The shizi of the Nanping Wang Fu, the future master in the eyes of the millions of people in Yunyan Province, actually did not have the blood of the Xiahou family flowing in his body?
The parents he had called for more than 20 years were not his birth parents? Everything that he had believed from the moment he was able to tell the truth was actually an illusion? The foundation under his feet crumbled and his beliefs turned to dust. Then when the name Xiahou Qing was shattered, who was he?
Who was he?
In an instant, Xiahou Qing's feet faintly swayed like a mountain on the verge of collapsing. But he stubbornly steadied himself with his heels on the ground. Because he was him. Regardless of whether he called that name or not, the pride in his bones would not allow him to be a coward who surrendered without a fight on the battlefield.
He Xin looked at him with eyes full of reluctance. She felt like she was an executioner. Even if she didn't want to wave her hands, fate pushed her, pulled her, and forced her. She had no other choice: "Shizi is talented and intelligent. You are the best in both ancient and modern times. You must have heard about the things that happened in the palace in the past and have been smothered to death. For example, when I was young, I was chosen to be Princess Mingjia's playmate and grew up in the Phoenix Algae Palace. Another example is the old matter between the late Imperial Concubine Jiang and the Emperor and the current empress. It is similar to what is said outside. Twenty-two years ago, because the Emperor had been on the throne for three years without an heir, Imperial Concubine Jiang and Empress Cao became pregnant one after another, there was a great debate in court about the matter of the legitimate eldest son. Afterwards, Empress Cao gave birth to a stillbirth and Imperial Concubine Jiang was poisoned to death. Everyone thought that the matter had come to an end if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. "
"Back then, I was only ten years old. Because of a serious illness, I lost all my memories. Every day, I lived in a daze, not knowing how big the world was. What fight for the position of the head of the family? What birth of a noble? None of that has anything to do with a silly little girl like me. Even the death knell from the palace could not enter my ears. Because of my inexplicable illness, every once in a while, I would go to the meditation room on the mountain to recite Buddhist scriptures to recuperate. I would stay there for three to five days to seek the protection of the Dharma. That day, when I had just left Mount Xiangti, the axle of the carriage suddenly broke down halfway up the mountain. We had no choice but to wait for the coachman to repair it, and then continue our journey. They waited until the sky turned dark.
The terrain of Xiangtaku Mountain was very steep. Apart from the first and fifteenth day of the month, there were not many people here. The night sky was gloomy and there were no stars or moon, making it even gloomier. I was afraid. As soon as the coachman repaired the carriage, I ordered them to set out. I didn't expect to run into the little palace maid who was holding an infant and covered in blood. It was too dark. I couldn't count how many wounds she had, but I knew she was about to die. She cried and wailed, her forehead hitting the ground. She gave you to me in your swaddling clothes. At the same time, she gave me a letter and a secret that no one knew.
She was the only daughter of the scholar of Guanwen Pavilion. She was the childhood sweetheart of His Majesty. However, not many people knew that in her youth, Imperial Concubine Jiang had not only attracted His Majesty. She was also close friends with the young Prince of Nanping. They had met through books and formed a bond through books. Even though they were thousands of li apart, they had never stopped talking through books. Perhaps in the past, if His Majesty had not insisted on having Imperial Concubine Jiang enter the palace, the ending would have been different. However, there were some things that no one could say for sure.
From the little palace maid's brief parting words, I learned that Imperial Concubine Jiang was not a stupid person. When she was still lying on the bed in labor and found out that Empress Cao had given birth to a stillborn, she had a premonition of what would be waiting for her child. Based on Empress Cao's nature, she would not let her child live. So she lay in that great pain, and with tears in her eyes, she planned a future for her child. "
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