The moment I was stopped by those people, I felt a burst of anger in my heart.

However, this anger is not directed at those who have been chasing after me, nor is it because I struggled so hard but finally fell again. My anger is directed at myself.

I'm angry with myself.

Why haven’t I been kinder to myself?

My body is so ruined that I can't even withstand a stronger poison. If I could have cherished myself in the past, if my body had been better, even if I wasn't so weak, I wouldn't have been in coma for so long.

There is no need to be chased by those people at this point, which will implicate Alan and cut off his own path.

Thinking of this, I just felt an unknown karma burning, causing my chest to ache. Seeing that those people had already walked up to me and stopped me, at this moment, I stretched out my hand and pulled it out from my waist.

I took out a short knife, which Alan gave me for self-defense on the way. The cold light penetrated people.

When those people blocking the road saw the angry expression on my face that looked like they were about to bite me, they hurriedly said: "Miss Yue, please don't be impulsive."

I was stunned for a moment.

I was so angry just now that I realized now that they called me "Miss Yue".

If it were someone sent by Pei Yuanhao, they might call me a felon, or Mr. Yue, but no matter what, they would never call me "Miss Yue."

At this time, I suddenly remembered the accident on the way to the Ancestral Temple. Those people also called me "Miss Yue". Could it be that I was the same as the people in front of me?

I looked up at them nervously: "Who are you?"

The man said: "Miss Yue, don't panic, we are just here to invite Miss Yue to talk to the master."

"Master?"

It seems that these people are indeed not members of the imperial court, but who are their masters and why do they want to come to me?

At this time, there was no time for me to think about it. The sound of fighting between Alan and the soldiers behind me never stopped. This was not the time for me to get to the bottom of it. I held the handle of the knife hard and gritted my teeth and said, "I don't care who you are."

I'm sent here, in short, don't block my way, get out of the way!"

"..."

"Get out of the way!"

The man looked at me for a while and said nothing, but shook his head gently.

Before I could react, the man suddenly stretched out his hand towards me. I was taken aback. I hurriedly raised my knife and was about to swing it forward. I saw the man's silhouette flashing away. My knife missed the target, but was struck by the side.

The person seized the opportunity and grabbed my wrist.

I squeezed it hard and felt my wrist go numb, and the knife suddenly fell to the ground.

"Ah!" I whispered. Alan behind me had already seen this, turned around and rushed over, shouting: "Let her go!"

But before she could rush in front of me, my struggling hands were already restrained. Others rushed past me and quickly formed a barrier behind me. Alan and the soldiers stationed here rushed up.

, were all blocked by these people, and the person who stopped me had already given me a clean blow on the back of my neck.

I felt a sharp pain, and I slowly collapsed and fell into darkness...

When I woke up, I was woken up by discomfort.

While I was still in a coma, I kept feeling uncomfortable. I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. My neck hurt so much, and my internal organs felt like they were being grabbed by a hand. I couldn't help but murmur, but

I didn't know what I was talking about, I just felt cold sweat pouring out, and after a while, even my close-fitting clothes were wet.

In a daze, I felt someone holding a handkerchief and gently wiping my forehead with a very gentle force.

That soft strength made me feel very comfortable, and I subconsciously wanted to escape from the dark nightmare. Finally, I gathered enough strength to open my eyes.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I immediately saw a familiar face.

This face is very delicate, with a quiet elegance in the brows, and not many expressions. It seems that because she has experienced too many things, too many hardships, all the sufferings are like clouds of the past in her eyes.

There will no longer be too much joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

It’s just that when you look down at me, you feel a little softer.

But when I first saw this face, I subconsciously suffocated.

As my eyes slowly opened and suddenly widened, my face still showed little expression. I just slowly retracted the finger that was resting on my forehead, and said softly: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"..."

"Would you like some water?"

"..."

"Qingying?"

Until this moment, when I heard her calling my name, I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on my back. I was so cold that I finally said: "Jin——Mrs. Jinqiao——"

When she heard these four words, her eyes were a little dazed. After a while, she raised the corner of her mouth and revealed an expression that looked like a smile.

I still looked at her and completely forgot to breathe.

Yang Jinqiao!

Yang Jinqiao!

I couldn't believe my eyes, but the beautiful and dignified face in front of me was indeed hers. Apart from a few more faint wrinkles, she was calmer and had almost no changes.

This woman who kept her word in Shangyang Palace and gave me the most profound warning appeared in front of me again.

After Pei Yuanhao seized the throne, I learned the news about Shen Rou's murder from Shen Rou's mouth, which really made me sad; but later in Dongzhou City, Chang Qing handed a gold hairpin to Chang Qing before leaving the city for a fierce battle.

Yang Yunhui, what he said, later, Yang Yunhui handed the golden hairpin to me in the dungeon of Shengjing, and told me clearly that he wanted me to give the golden hairpin to "Jin Qiao"!
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Although at that time, I completely lost my memory and no longer remembered the past, but after I recovered my memory later, I already understood it.

Yang Jinqiao is not dead!

However, knowing is one thing, but facing it is another.

When I saw her alive in front of me, I was still astonished as if I were seeing a person come back from the dead.

After a while, he managed to regain his breath, but his voice was still trembling: "Really, is it you?"

She still had that faint smile on her face, but it was a little colder and sarcastic. She looked me up and down: "How did you get yourself into this? Well, you became a repeat offender?"

"..."

I'm speechless.

I was so ashamed that I had nothing to say. I clearly remember what she said to me back then, but I just couldn't do it. Today, I don't complain to anyone if I don't say anything, but the one I complain the most about now is really

It's me.

I could only turn around and find myself at the edge of a pool deep in the mountains, surrounded by flat grassland. Even though it was winter, the scenery was still lush and lush. There was a thick animal skin spread under my body.

Four wooden pillars were erected next to the mattress and covered with white gauze, creating a small space for me to rest.

And through the white gauze, I could vaguely see many people standing around, each with their hands behind their backs facing us, looking around, as if they were guards.

Although there were many people, I didn't even hear a cough or wheeze. If I didn't turn my head to look, I would hardly feel that there were so many people standing around me.

These people, the ones who just took me away, should be Yang Jinqiao's men.

I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Even an acquaintance would not be able to recognize me in my current state, but she was able to get people to kidnap me. She was obviously following me on the road, and these people, from the time they appeared to the time they kidnapped me, not only took action in a matter of moments,

He hit the target quickly and in an orderly manner. It was obvious that he had undergone strict training and was not an ordinary servant guard.

The most important thing is——

Why did she send someone to kidnap me?

Thinking of this, I turned back to look at her, and my voice was slightly hoarse when I spoke: "You're not dead?"

She curled her lips: "Yes, I'm still alive."

I thought for a while and then said: "Then he——the emperor, does he know?"

"There is nothing in the world that he doesn't know."

"..." I understood something immediately: "It was him, did you arrange it together?"

Yang Jinqiao glanced at me and nodded silently.

A gust of wind blew, causing the surrounding white gauze to flutter, as if I was trapped in a fog, and I looked at those eyes in the fog and said calmly and indifferently: "It's just a deal."<

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"Deal?"

She didn't look at me, but with a somewhat tired look on her face, she slowly sat down on the animal skin mattress next to me.

In fact, Yang Jinqiao is not a talkative person. Even when we were in Shangyang Palace, when my relationship with her was the most harmonious, she didn't talk much. This time, I was somewhat surprised that she would speak to me.

, but come to think of it, after enduring it for so many years alone, maybe you really need someone to talk to.

Yang Jinqiao's mother was a stunning dancer. The imperial merchant Yang Wanyun took a fancy to her when he went out to buy goods and bought her back. She gave birth to her not long after she started her career. Unfortunately, she was a daughter. No matter how smart or beautiful she was, she could only be a daughter.

, the dancer died young, and she was squeezed out by other ladies, and was finally sent to Shangyang Palace by Yang Wanyun to win over the third prince. In the eyes of outsiders, this might not be a good way out for her.

But, it’s only in the eyes of outsiders.

Ever since she learned about her life experience from her critically ill mother, ever since she was ostracized and bullied by those ladies, but was always cared for and cared for by a half-brother, she has made her own choice.

However, going to Shangyang Palace was not a choice she could make.

Therefore, they made this a deal.

Yang Yunhui and she tried their best to help the prince Pei Yuanhao. This "all-out" included not only Yang Yunhui's identity as the commander of the Imperial Guard, Yang Jinqiao's management of Shangyang Palace, but also the emperor they could dispatch.

Shang's family fortune, that astonishing amount of wealth, even included some dark methods that could not be disclosed, and Pei Yuanhao promised them a future that others could not imagine.
Chapter completed!