Chapter 706
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It was as if no matter how soul-stirring, terrifying, and horrifying he had experienced all those years ago, when he was brought up again many years later, those dangers and dangers that surrounded him were like a sieve that had been hit by time, covered in a thick layer of dust, and became dull and sparse.
Back then, Consort Jiang, who had been lying on the bed in labor with difficulty, had foreseen her child's future in a short moment. The Underworld Knife had already been raised high above her head. In order to save her life, a leopard cat swapped the crown prince in a hurry. The pitiful leopard cat had come out of nowhere and was taking its last breath. The serving girl, who had risked her life to send the crown prince out of the towering cage to repay her kindness. However, the friend who had entrusted the crown prince to her was far away and had not yet arrived. Before she died, the heavily injured serving girl could only entrust the crown prince to an ignorant young girl.
The young girl was terrified. She looked at the blood-soaked swaddling clothes. She looked at the hot tears in the serving girl's eyes before she died. She also saw the barking of dogs and the light of the fire slowly moving in from the distance. She hesitated. The baby was so quiet under the moonlight. It seemed that just a few days after being born, it had already calmly accepted its fate of being a vagrant for the rest of its life.
In the end, compassion defeated fear.
That was perhaps the first brave thing she had done in her life. All the lanterns were extinguished. She took the baby and the letter from the dead. Then, she listened to the serving girl's dying orders and pushed her body down the cliff to lure away the hunting dogs. The carriage was also abandoned and hidden in the bushes. Three of the most loyal servants and a thirteen-year-old girl were running for their lives under the icy moonlight while holding the blood-stained baby.
Of course, she didn't dare return to the manor. There were many eyes and ears in the temple, so the young girl didn't dare go anywhere. In the end, she thought of an abandoned meditation room in the back of the mountain. She held the baby and hid there for a full five days, enduring hunger and fear. Even in the darkest night, she didn't dare close her eyes. Finally, she waited for the news that the Prince of Nanping had entered the capital.
The fear, hiding, probing, and searching were too cumbersome. Putting aside those, when the child was finally handed over to the young Prince of Nanping, both the young girl and the young man's eyes were red and tears flowed silently.
A quick meeting was a long journey. The young girl carried such a huge secret in her heart. No one dared to speak of it, no one dared to mention it. She had hidden it for twenty years until she became a mother. Today, she could finally let it out.
After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. It was as if the heavy shackles on her body had finally been loosened, allowing her to relax a little.
"If you still don't believe me, maybe there's something that can make you believe it." Her voice was very tired. "You should be carrying a small piece of finger bone with you, about an inch long. Maybe you've been curious about where it came from. Today, I'll tell you. That palace maid kowtowed to me before she died and cut off a piece from her hand. That was her plea to me, and my promise to her. When I gave you to the Queen of Nanping, I put you in your swaddling clothes. I hope that you can always be protected by her soul. I also hope that you can sense that someone once lost her life to protect you. "
At this point, there were many things that no longer needed to be doubted.
The black cloth in front of his eyes was unknowingly stained by something. Xiahou Qing stood there for a long time. In the largest courtyard of the Duke's manor, there was no one around except for the few of them. Above his head was a huge camphor tree. It was verdant and lush, benevolent and compassionate, protecting him under its reflection.
The finger bone that he had played with for more than twenty years. When he was young, it was a toy, and when he grew up, it helped him calm his heart. Xiahou Qing didn't speak.
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