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Chapter 71 Thalia (Part 4)

In the private room on the second floor of the Chinese-style restaurant, Su Ye leaned against the window, looking at Thalia below, whose body was covered with egg liquid and rotten vegetables, and stroked her lips thoughtfully.

If Louis was still alive, it would be heartbreaking to see his beloved daughter, who was in such a mess after his death that she was worse than an ant.

But no matter how heartbroken it was, it was not as painful as when the original owner was left alone and helpless.

"Is there really no need to send someone to kill her?"

On the opposite side, Ike asked respectfully.

In the early years, he led the Colca army to fight everywhere. After establishing his own country according to Su Ye's instructions, he changed his name and became Louis' most trusted minister.

After Louis died of illness, he divided Calca's army under Pilasci, and successfully silenced those who were still dissatisfied with his successor king and ready to move.

"Need not."

Su also refused.

As proud as Thalia, no matter how crazy she is, she can't accept the fact that she has become a commoner, and she is still a commoner who will be reviled every day.

Let her die happily, it is better to let her endure these abuses, live a little longer, and experience how brilliant life is.

The cursing below gradually dissipated, and Thalia, who was crouching on the ground like a snail, stood up abruptly when she saw the people leaving slowly, pushed aside the already thin crowd, and gritted her teeth. Blushing, he ran away.

She ran for a long time, and she didn't know where she went. She just saw a dilapidated small house, and burrowed into it, like a mouse afraid of the light.

The small room exuded a damp and unpleasant smell, and from time to time there was the rustling sound of mice searching for food. She squatted in the corner with her knees hugged, and the voices of those people cursing and abusing her seemed to be ringing in her ears.

In the darkness, those once bright eyes became even more dim, with a hint of lifelessness.

Scenes from the past flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

She seemed to be the little girl who was pampered since she was a child. Until now, she didn't understand what was going on, what she did wrong, and why people hated her so much.

Obviously she is a princess, something that those people want to take away from her, she is just fighting back, why do they want to hurt her in turn.

It was raining, and the rain dripped down from the dilapidated roof. Drop by drop, small dimples began to form on the ground.

She didn't know how long she had been squatting in this small shabby house. Her stomach was so hungry and her body was so cold, but she didn't dare to leave, she didn't dare to go outside, she was afraid of people's disgusting eyes and abusive words .

She could only shrink back to the corner of the wall, as if the damp wall could bring her a little bit of warmth and a humble sense of security.

She must be sick, her consciousness is beginning to blur, and for some reason, she seems to have seen the woman she has hated for more than ten years.

The fake gentle smile on her face is really dazzling, she seems to have stretched out her hand, with an annoying temperature, gently covering her head, then she frowned, anxiously calling for someone to come Seeing her a doctor and prescribing her medicine, she has been busy all night without sleep.

It's really hypocritical, she is obviously just a successor, but she still pretends to care so much about her daughter who is not her own.

　A new plane will be opened tomorrow, and the new plane will prompt (excerpt from the text):

　　I have a wish in my heart, I want to meet the little shepherd boy who saved me again in the vast crowd.

　　Later, I finally met, but I forgot that there is Meng Po on Huangquan Road, and the Meng Po soup in Meng Po's hands can make people forget the past.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)