In the deep palace, one knows one's own warmth and coldness, and it is difficult to judge whether one is good or bad. Throughout the dynasties, one has always only heard the laughter of new people and never heard the cries of old people.

After comforting Hu Fanji, Xiang Xue only felt that she had never been so tired in a day. No one in this strange and empty world could understand her. There were people who wanted to kill her for no reason, and people who disliked her, including her own child.

Parents cannot escape plotting and exploitation, and even siblings cannot avoid intrigues.

This world is more painful than the previous life, and terrifyingly lonely. Going back, returning to her original life, and returning to Xiang Yun is the only motivation to support her survival.

I poured cold water on my face, and the cold feeling gradually made my nerves clearer. I moved my left hand, but it was still painful. The scratch on the back of my right hand had healed into a shallow scab.

Zhu Wanxiang ran in in a panic: "Miss, Miss, the steward is outside. The Emperor wants you to go to Aomei Residence immediately. The Imperial Master said he wants to see you." [

The eunuch who conveyed the message was just watching people do things, and didn't even give them time to change clothes, so he hurriedly urged them to leave. If it were the princesses Liu Guifei and Fu Xianfei, these arrogant faces would definitely look like groveling.

There was no way, Xiang Xue only had time to wipe away the remaining water droplets on her face, and casually tied it into a bun. The simple clothes and delicate face did not look like those princesses who had been sculpted with precious powders and looked noble.

But empty.

Some people may not be able to become eye-catching even after countless dressing up, while some people feel like they stand out from the crowd simply by virtue of their innate temperament.

The eyes of fish cannot be confused with pearls, but gold will always shine.

"Go quickly, go quickly, don't waste time..." The rest of the sentence was stuck in the eunuch's throat. He couldn't swallow it and didn't dare to spit it out.

Ye Jin withdrew his eye blade, which was so cold that it could kill people invisible, and turned to Xiang Xue. The bulky guard uniform did not make him look dwarfed, but instead made him look more heroic. Only his ice-cool face remained unchanged.

He Qingyun was originally the guard instructor of the Jingxi Palace, but now he has been promoted several levels and has reached the position of the leader of the imperial army. As his most satisfied disciple, Ye Jin could have had a good job with a bright future.

But he took the risk of angering Emperor Wu and applied to be a small low-level guard, guarding a half-old and dilapidated courtyard.

Xiang Xue lost Ximen Xuan's favor, so of course it was impossible for him to have any personal bodyguards at his disposal. In the past, judging from the surface, the relationship between master and servant was indeed not very good, but Ye Jin's decision this time was beyond everyone's expectations.

Although He Qingyun felt it was a pity, he also appreciated it.

People who practice martial arts value friendship above all else and pay attention to repaying kindness. He even opened the "back door" and directly intervened in Ye Jin's schedule. He praised and hoped in private: "What a good boy, a real man should value love and justice.

No matter what, you still have to repay the favor. However, after you have repaid the favor, you can come to me as an errand. With your qualifications..."

"What's the background of that Imperial Master? Doesn't it matter if you go?" The indifferent tone remained the same, but it could not hide the deep concern. There seemed to be a strange blush on the slightly brown cheeks.

He has a dull personality and doesn't bother to hide his intentions. He is straightforward with people. He wanted to protect Xiang Xue and stayed by her side. He never thought about what this had to do with his future.
Chapter completed!