Chapter 707
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Actually, it wasn't like he didn't have any premonition.
Ever since he was a child, the woman he called "Mother" had rarely been close to him. His impression of her was that she was always sick, worried, and unhappy. She lived alone in the bamboo garden far away from the prince's estate. She would only return to the estate once in a while for some important festivals or celebrations. When Xiahou Qing was young, he had not yet developed the Heart of Seven Orifices. Relying on the fact that he was only three or four years old, he always pestered his father to take him to see his mother. But the answer he received was that his mother wasn't feeling well and needed to rest, so he couldn't disturb her. He would be able to see her during the Chanjuan Festival three months later, so he had to wait patiently.
So he waited every day, patiently and anxiously. He waited when he was sleeping, he waited when he was in the horse stance, he waited when he was distracted by his studies, and he waited when the teacher hit his palm. Finally, the day of reunion arrived.
Halfway through the riding lesson, he ran off. He put on the frost-colored clothes that his father said his mother loved the most and sat on the doorstep to wait. He waited and waited. Finally, amidst the crowd of officials and family members who had come to celebrate, he saw his mother's carriage.
She was a very elegant woman. She was as beautiful and cold as the other estate she lived in. Even though it was a rare opportunity to see him, she wasn't as excited and happy as his mother. Instead, she looked at him from afar. Looking at his agitation, looking at his desire, looking at his sincere attachment, her pair of cold eyes revealed an expression that was neither happy nor sad. That expression was too complicated, as if tears were about to gush out from her eyes at any time. Just that one look was enough to stop Xiahou Qing's impulse to throw himself at her.
In the past, he had tried to tell himself that perhaps his mother's temperament was like this. Some people just loved to be lively, while others were used to living in isolation. Some people expressed their love with words, while others were used to burying it deep in their hearts. His mother just happened to belong to the latter category. She didn't say it, but she was still his mother.
Thus, every time he fell ill, his father would be the only one to help him through it. He didn't care. When he was ten years old, he was suddenly poisoned. The first flower petal grew on his neck, and he lost his sense of smell. His mother only found out a few days later, but he didn't care. As for him accidentally falling off while riding a horse, or burning his fingers while cooking longevity noodles for her on her birthday. In the end, she didn't even touch the noodles, and they slowly turned cold and dry until they became hard. He didn't care at all.
Only once. It was his first time leading an army in his early sixteen-years-old. He was seriously injured on the White Wolf Mountain and had a high fever. His life was in danger. His mother came late and reached out her hand to gently stroke his head. Just once, it was so fast that it was almost undetectable. It was enough to make his eyes brim with tears. It was enough to pull him back to the human world from the gates of the underworld.
Just that one time, and only one time, was enough for him to reminisce about for several years. But in the silence after the aftertaste, there was a speculation that he didn't dare to face directly fermenting silently. Until today, he was forced to the edge of the cliff and had no choice but to accept it.
So that's how it is, that's how it is.
Xiahou Qing faintly pulled up the corner of his mouth, full of self-mockery.
Looking at his pale face, he was still holding on. Princess He Xin's eyes were already filled with tears: "Child, I'm telling you this today, not to provoke you to take revenge for your mother and go against the empress. Instead, you should know your own history, and you should know that you are in a trap. Admittedly, I really hope that you can bring my daughter back, but you were once a child that I held in my arms. I can't be so selfish and watch you die. "
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