After the violent wolf lord was reborn, he became sickly!

Tuoba Jin flicked his sleeves and came to the outer hall.

"Go and bring some photos of the little princess' daily life with her grandmother." He gave the cold order into the air.

As soon as he finished speaking, a rough voice responded.

"As ordered!"

There was a sound of wind blowing by, and Tuoba Jin was teasing the black snake in front of him. When Qinghan came over to serve tea, he said, "Go back to Qiyue Palace."

Qinghan stood up, took a step back, and asked in confusion: "Wolf Lord, what should the Queen do?"

Tuoba Jin glanced at her coldly, then lazily sat on the long seat, leaned back slightly, and tapped the armrest, "Do I need to explain everything to you?"

"I am too talkative, please forgive me, Wolf Lord!"

Qinghan's face turned pale instantly, and she knelt down quickly to apologize.

She didn't understand why she was fine before and now she is like this.

Tuoba Jin said nothing, but just raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the door.

"Slave, please retire."

Qinghan bowed and walked out of the hall. Looking at the closed palace gate, she sighed deeply.

If she had been with the Empress at the beginning, could the Empress have been spared from all the suffering she had endured?

Time passed quickly and it was the next day. Xiao Linglang sat awkwardly at the dining table, swallowing her saliva.

The person opposite was dressed in black, had a remarkable temperament, and his every move was full of nobility.

But Xiao Linglang's eyes were always on the chopsticks in his hand, and the bones of the steamed sea bass were soon exposed.

The plate next to him was piled with bones.

In front of her was a bowl of tasteless white porridge and a bowl of warm milk.

Tuoba Jin peeled the fish, picked up half of it with chopsticks and swallowed it.

"Xiang, the fish from Nanliang is really delicious."

"Gudong!"

Tuoba Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around, picked up the knife and started cutting the roasted lamb leg, eating it with relish under Xiao Linglang's gaze.

Looking at the other party's cool and unrestrained movements, Xiao Linglang felt that the thing in his hand must be delicious.

She lowered her head and took a sip of the porridge, preparing to focus only on what was in front of her. However, as soon as she took a sip, the other party made a hissing sound and kept making admiring sounds, making the food in front of her even more tasteless.

In an ordinary breakfast, Tuoba Jin tasted a delicacy rarely seen in the world.

When he took out the towel to wipe his hands, he gave a look to the person opposite who was looking at him eagerly. Seeing that there was still a lot of porridge in her bowl, he did not force her to eat it as usual.

Instead, he asked in surprise: "You have used it too!"

Xiao Linglang was speechless and nodded gently.

Tuoba Jin curled his lips, stood up and cleared the dishes on the table, even taking away all the snacks that he had specially prepared for her.

"I have to go deal with the memorials."

After giving the instructions, he left the inner hall indifferently.

Xiao Linglang looked at the empty inner hall for a while, then lowered her head and smiled silently, childishly.

I wondered how he would deal with "her".

that's it……

However, she was really aggrieved, and curled herself up in frustration.

She narrowed her eyes and leaned against the bed.

Staring at the clusters of candle flames in a daze.

Receive new memories thrown to you by “her”.

That man was right, Xiao Linglang, he really went too far.

She appeared on the second day after "she" woke up. The meaning of her existence was to store the memories that "she" didn't want. By the time "she" was able to digest them, she would probably be gone, but not necessarily.

The chain on her wrist was exposed as her sleeves swung down. She stared at the chain for a long time and thought: If I use this to strangle my neck, I will be able to leave cleanly.

Not yet, “she” wants to go out and take a look at the child.

During the two years of sleep, perhaps because the story of the past life that the man had told "her" had too profound an impact, "she" had a very realistic dream, so realistic that "the her" in the story fell in love with her childhood sweetheart but was framed and her family was broken up, and then she was aborted by him and imprisoned in the backyard. She felt as if she were experiencing the grief and resentment herself.

It was far more than that. The grief and anger were like the sea that wanted to drown "her". During the war between Southern Liang and Mobei, "her" husband abandoned the city and fled with the army, abandoning "her" again. In the chaos, someone with ulterior motives deliberately drove "her" sedan chair into the city occupied by the enemy.

The maidservant beside her had already rebelled. She said that "she" was Nanliang's sincerity in seeking peace, and asked "her" to consider the millions of people.

Later, she was forcibly taken away from her homeland. She accepted her fate. Her heart had long since died, leaving only a body walking in this world like a zombie.

Later, the days passed one by one, and the only time her life was full of vitality was when she got pregnant unexpectedly. This was the only happy event for her after she came of age. The Xiao family had roots, so her crime was lessened.

But the queen in the deep palace was childless, so how could "she" in the dream keep the child so easily? After dodging the plots again and again, "she" became more and more submissive. From then on, she had the idea of ​​planning a way out for the child, not a way to survive, but a way out.

No matter it is a boy or a girl, "she" cannot be negative. The child needs to have a bright future in this cannibalistic situation. An unfavored child can only be a stepping stone for others in this royal court and a sparring partner on the road to royal power.

It is the little prince. “She” knows that her death is approaching, and she is willing to die before the emperor abandons her. “She” wants the emperor’s heart and the emperor’s guilt.

A little prince who has no one to rely on will not pose a threat to the royal power. He should be able to grow up beside the king and get his protection.

……

Xiao Linglang rubbed her aching head and turned over on the couch. Feeling uncomfortable, she turned back over.

He sighed softly, climbed up from the bed and sat sideways.

Suddenly, she froze, as if she was stupid. She looked down at her legs, then slowly fell back and repeated the action.

Get up, sit down, get up, sit down...

Her legs...

Xiao Linglang stood up little by little by holding on to the wall, but before she could feel happy, she fell back again.

"Hiss, it hurts."

She let out a small cry, hugged her hurt leg and cried softly, comforting herself while crying.

After holding back her tears, she moved to the wall again. This time she learned her lesson and slowly stood up, holding on to the bedpost, bit by bit.

Her slender body was trembling slightly, and her arms were so tense that veins bulged. She took a step forward, feeling unfamiliar, sore, weak, and a little panicked.

"Ah."

Unconsciously, tears welled up in her eyes again. Xiao Linglang didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and she clutched her sleeves helplessly.

She was able to stand up without having to crawl on the ground.

"Clap clap clap..."

There was a burst of applause behind her. Xiao Linglang raised her head and wiped away her tears.

The curtain was pulled open, revealing the man still in black clothes. Tuoba Jin stood beside the bed, and after making sure that Xiao Linglang was fine, his face regained its distant and cold expression.