"Xie Yunxiao, you're good - for - nothing alive. You might as well just die!"
The shrill voice pierced through the dead silence, like a poisoned steel nail, viciously echoing in her mind.
Wen Qianyue stood in front of the Prince of Huainan's Mansion. Looking at the plaque, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness. There was still time.
After waking up, she had stumbled all the way. She asked everyone she met about the location of the Prince of Huainan's Mansion, not even noticing the crazy - person - like looks from passers - by.
Wen Qianyue nimbly climbed over the wall and smoothly made her way to the main courtyard in a few moments.
As soon as she entered the room, a strong smell of medicine hit her. Layers of gauze curtains blocked out the light.
Wen Qianyue seemed to see a woman standing high above the bed, spoonful by spoonful pouring the black medicinal juice into the mouth of Xie Yunxiao, who was unable to move.
The room was so dim and oppressive that it was suffocating. Wen Qianyue impatiently tore down the gauze curtain and shouted loudly, "Xie Yunxiao!"
The person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. His pitch - black pupils were filled with killing intent, and his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper. "Who dares to break into this King's room? Are you tired of living?!"
Wen Qianyue's eyes instantly turned red. She was both heart - aching and aggrieved, and her voice trembled. "Xiao'er, I'm your mother!"
It was so good. Her son was still alive.
The war in Jingzhou had dyed half of the country red. Xie Jiuzhao was trapped in an isolated city. She had led the reinforcements day and night, but was ambushed and died miserably in a foreign land.
She was smashed to pieces, not even leaving a whole body!
She left behind a pair of children. Her parents had passed away, and no one took care of them.
"Presumptuous!" Xie Yunxiao was so angry that he coughed violently. His face turned bright red. "Guards! Drag this crazy woman out and cut her into a thousand pieces! How dare she play tricks in front of this King? I'll let you know the consequence of offending a Prince!"
Wen Qianyue looked at her son's weak and vigilant appearance. She was both angry and anxious.
Based on her years of experience, she could tell that he was poisoned.
Fortunately, the poisoning was not too deep. With her skills, he could still be saved.
But in the current situation, even if she had extraordinary abilities, she couldn't use them.
Before she could say a word, a cold light flashed, and a sword was already against her neck.
The guards in the mansion rushed over upon hearing the sound.
"Take her away! Torture her severely!"
Wen Qianyue gritted her teeth and endured her anger.
She thought to herself, "Forget it. There will be plenty of time in the future. Let this little brat be arrogant for a while."
So, she deliberately relaxed her body and let the guards drag her away.
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The dungeon was damp and stinky. The stench was nauseating.
Such an environment was actually quite suitable for sorting out one's thoughts.
After waking up, she "saw" the scenes decades after her death. Her well - behaved youngest son was enfeoffed as a Prince and sent to Lingzhou, a desolate place. At a young age, without his mother and in a strange land without any protection, he was finally schemed against, lost all his wealth, and died miserably in a foreign land.
Her straightforward daughter was trapped in the backyard, bullied by her mother - in - law and sister - in - law. Her husband was a coward. When she was giving birth, she was poisoned by her husband's concubine and died with the baby!
Wen Qianyue was deep in thought when she was interrupted by a cold snort from beside her.
She never expected that on the first day of her rebirth, she would be locked in the dungeon by her own son, and there was also a cellmate who looked extremely unlucky beside her.
Probably really bored and wanting to talk to someone, Wen Qianyue propped her chin and casually asked, "What crime did you commit?"
The man raised his head, looking gloomy. "I'm innocent!"
Wen Qianyue: "Ah?"
The cellmate lowered his raised head, losing his momentum. "I'm just sick."
Hearing the inconsistent words, Wen Qianyue became interested.
"I'm a famous doctor in the capital. I traveled here and was invited by the Prince's Mansion to treat a girl," the cellmate said in a low voice.
"Then how... well... did you end up in this place?" Wen Qianyue chose her words carefully.
The cellmate slowly raised his head. "After a diagnosis, I determined that the girl was not sick. She must have accidentally taken some kind of medicine. That dog - Prince didn't believe me and insisted that my medical skills were poor."
"...And then he locked me up here."
Wen Qianyue: "...I see. This is just too unreasonable..."
Probably finally having a confidant, the cellmate got excited and started complaining to Wen Qianyue.
"...I'm a famous doctor in the world. Tell me, is it appropriate to lock me up in this shabby place? Is it appropriate! How many patients in the world will be delayed because of this? This is a loss to the whole Yuncheng!"
"This is just too unreasonable!" After saying the last words, the cellmate exhausted all his strength and collapsed on the dirty straw mat beside him.
Wen Qianyue could probably guess who the girl the unlucky guy was talking about was.
Goodness. The whole family had really fallen into the trap set by others.
The stench and the smell of rust in the dungeon penetrated into the bone marrow. Wen Qianyue curled up on the moldy straw pile, her nails digging deeply into her palm.
In the darkness, the tragic scenes of her children in her dream were still vivid in front of her eyes, gnawing at her nerves like a venomous snake.
Xie Yunxiao had been abandoned by the dog - emperor in Lingzhou since he was a child and was deliberately raised into a violent and innocent character by those around him. Six years ago, he accidentally fell into an ice - lake and was saved by Meng Ruxue, who passed by.
That woman had risked her life to save others and damaged her body in the ice - lake. Xie Yunxiao was grateful for her kindness and fell deeply in love with her ever since. He brought her whole family into the Prince's Mansion. No matter what mistakes they made, he covered for them and indulged them.
But he didn't know that all of this was a huge deception.
Xie Yunxiao's fall into the lake back then was deliberately arranged. Meng Ruxue was just a pawn bought and placed beside Xie Yunxiao by someone to climb up the power of the Prince's Mansion.
But Xie Yunxiao insisted on marrying Meng Ruxue despite everyone's opposition. His health had been getting weaker ever since, and he never suspected that it was his pillow - mate who did it.
Meng Ruxue appeared in the guise of a savior. With a carefully planned "life - saving act", she made Xie Yunxiao put her on a pedestal.
The door of the Prince's Mansion was wide open to the whole Meng family. All mistakes could be unconditionally tolerated. But no one knew that behind this deep affection, there was a deadly blade hidden.
The dungeon was pitch - black, and there was no way to tell how much time had passed.
Wen Qianyue got up and began to carefully examine the structure of the prison cell.
No. She had to get out quickly.
If all else failed, she would have to escape from prison.
Just as she was planning in her mind, a very soft footsteps, the faint sound of boots rubbing against the stone slabs approaching from afar, Wen Qianyue stood up warily.
Could it be that the brat really sent someone to interrogate her?
When the figure in tight - sleeved black clothes appeared in front of the prison door and the moonlight climbed onto the scar - covered face, her pupils suddenly shrank. It was Yue Heng, the young secret guard who had been taught by her hand - in - hand on the training ground of the Princess's Mansion. Now, the corners of his eyes were filled with the traces of years, and the old scar on his forehead was hideous in the shadow.
"Yue Heng, do you still remember this Princess?" She slowly got up against the damp stone wall. Her dusty skirt dragged across the ground, and the end of her voice carried a palpitating sense of oppression.