Reborn group favorite: The prince and I are enemies

Another night passed, and the sky was bright.

The ground is covered with clear frost and the dead grass is yellow.

Yu Qinghuan was picked up from bed by Wu Ti early in the morning to cook.

She walked into the kitchen sleepily, the anger of not getting enough sleep driving her rationality. She really wanted to burn the kitchen down, but then she thought about it and she wouldn't have anything to eat, so she simply accepted her fate and started cooking.

Maybe it was because of her pregnancy, but the smell of cooking fumes in the kitchen usually didn't smell like much, but now it made her almost nauseous.

She caressed her still flat belly, and the corners of her lips curled up involuntarily.

After the initial confusion, this child brought her the joy of becoming a mother for the first time.

But she didn't dare to keep her hands on her abdomen for too long, for fear of being noticed.

She didn't make this breakfast too rich. The simple porridge was simmered just right in a small stove, and she paired it with a few common home-cooked dishes and served it on the table.

Wu Ti first scooped out a bowl and handed it to Yu Qinghuan. Then he took the entire small clay pot off the stove and ate directly from the clay pot.

"Did you know? My mother is as skillful as you and everything she cooks is delicious. But at that time, I still disliked the food she cooked for being too petty."

"Why do you use chopsticks to pick up any dish? People in Beiqi just tear it up with their hands, so it tastes more enjoyable. I always blame her for not being able to integrate into the environment in Beiqi, which made me laugh at me."

"I heard from other female slaves that my mother is a lady from the Jiangnan water town. She is like a woman who walked out of a book, well-educated, gentle and quiet."

"However, at that time, I felt that she was an alien, and others also thought she was an alien. But she didn't care about other people's eyes, and she still lived a good life, no matter how hard or tired she was. I knew that she wanted to go back Home, try to save your life and go home alive."

"Later, she asked someone to bring seeds from Guiyan City and tried every means to plant them."

"Although nothing was planted, she still took the trouble to plant it again and again, waiting for the seeds that would never germinate to sprout, just like waiting for someone to pick her up from her hometown that she could never go back to. She was stubborn. And pitiful.”

"But in the end, she couldn't grow vegetables, and she couldn't wait for her relatives to take her home. She was raped by my eldest brother's beast. After those beasts had a taste of it, they occupied it day and night. There was her. She wanted to die, I knew it, but she gritted her teeth and survived for me."

"Later she became pregnant, and because she didn't know who the child in her belly belonged to, it became a matter of dispute whether she belonged to the father, the eldest brother, or others. In the end, the prime minister suggested blood recognition."

"Whose baby is it? It can't be hers. So they used knives to cut out the children from her belly..."

"She died. When she was alive, everyone wanted her. But after she died, no one took her body. They thought she was dirty."

"I was only six years old. I couldn't move her, so I just sat next to her until her body was covered with maggots and her beautiful face was rotten into a pile of carrion."

"The servant threw her away in a hurry. I don't know where she was thrown. She must have been picked up by a hungry wolf. But wolves don't eat carrion. Maybe it was picked up by vultures."

Wu Ti's posture when holding the chopsticks was a bit stiff, and his hands were shaking slightly, which made it impossible for him to pick up the vegetables.

He simply picked up the plate, put the vegetables into the jar, took a spoonful of porridge and vegetables into his mouth, and swallowed it directly.

Then, he quickly took a few more mouthfuls, but the porridge and vegetables were stuck in his throat. He couldn't swallow them or spit them out.

His face turned red and he choked with tears.

He wiped it with his sleeve, but the tears were like spring water, just as they were wiped away, they came out again. He held his forehead with his hand and sobbed like a little animal.

Yu Qinghuan put down the bowl and chopsticks, sat silently, and slowly lowered his eyelids.

She didn't know the reason why Wu Ti told her this.

Whether it was to act out a drama of bitter love and mislead her into making wrong judgments, making her think that Wu Ti intended to take revenge on the Northern Qi Dynasty, or whether Wu Ti was treating her as someone to confide in, he didn't know.

At this moment, she would rather believe that Wu Ti's feelings for his mother were genuine and not adulterated at all.

She didn't want to comfort Wu Ti. The harm caused by this kind of grief was like the sea water pouring in, like the river bursting its embankment, and it was comparable to the earth turning upside down. How could it be healed by a few words?

Finally, Wu Ti stood up and walked out of the tent carrying the small jar.

Only then did Yu Qinghuan pick up the bowl and slowly drink the porridge into his belly. The porridge was still warm and tasted very good, making his esophagus and stomach feel very comfortable.

Yu Qinghuan never thought that he would meet the prime minister Wu Ti mentioned so quickly.

Not long after Wu Tigang left, he came back again. There was a hint of panic in his expression, and he warned Yu Qinghuan loudly: "Don't talk anymore no matter what, you know?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man of unknown age walked in. He was tall and burly, with a serious and cold expression, which was somewhat similar to the master.

When he saw Wu Ti, he did not salute. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Yu Qinghuan and asked, "Your Highness, who is this girl?"

Wu Ti had regained his composure. He stood in front of Yu Qinghuan without leaving a trace, with an extremely indifferent expression: "This is the woman that I kidnapped, and she is also my woman."

The prime minister smiled, walked a few steps to the side, and looked at Yu Qinghuan again, mockingly and contemptuously, with a hint of interest: "People from Qin?"

Wu Ti didn't reply, and turned around without leaving a trace, blocking Yu Qinghuan behind him again.

The prime minister became more and more interested because of Wu Ti's actions: "Your Highness, send her to the prime minister's tent later."

Wu Ti flatly refused: "This is my king's woman!"

The prime minister looked at Wu Ti and suddenly chuckled. His smile was unrestrained and arrogant, without any respect, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous: "So what?"

The prime minister walked up to Wu Ti, put his hand gently on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Your mother is also His Majesty's woman, and you can enjoy her true form. But if you say that this woman is yours, you can't enjoy her true form. Did you enjoy it?"

After saying that, he pushed Wu Ti away and reached out to grab Yu Qinghuan.

Yu Qinghuan put her hand on the bracelet. It was the instrument she usually used to shrink needles, and it was also her only reliance at this time. There were needles hidden inside, which could be used as weapons when necessary.

But this prime minister seems to have a lot of background, and he is so rude to Wu Ti. He is probably a man with only one hand covering the sky. Will resisting rashly lead to his own death?

Thinking of this, Yu Qinghuan silently hid behind Wu Ti. At the same time, Wu Ti also grabbed the prime minister's hand.

The prime minister laughed, his whole body full of evil spirit: "Your Highness, are your bones hardened?"

Wu Ti turned his face and stared at the prime minister. There was a fierceness on his elegant face that did not match his appearance: "I say it again, this is my king's woman."

The prime minister shook off Wu Ti's hand and shook his sleeves: "I'll tell you the truth again, so what? Wu Ti, the truth is waiting in the tent. If you don't send someone here within half an hour, you know the consequences."

"Hahaha..." The prime minister left, but the terrifying laughter still echoed in the tent.