Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Ye Jingyu held her in his arms again, holding the back of Yin Qingxuan's head with his big hands and letting her rest on his shoulders.

He whispered in her ear: "I know that people's temperaments are changing. If I hadn't experienced so many things, Xuan'er wouldn't be what she is now. All of this... was caused by me! "

Yin Qingxuan pushed him away a little, looked into those red eyes and said, "I don't mean what you think. I mean, I am not the real Yin Qingxuan."

She looked at Ye Jingyu and said in a calm voice: "Ayu, the Yin Qingxuan who married you has died in the cold palace and died of dystocia. I am another person who borrowed his body to come into this world."

Ye Jingyu was shocked and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Xuan'er, what are you talking about?"

Yin Qingxuan looked calm. The moment she said these words, the thing that had been stuck in her chest had disappeared, and was replaced by a long-lost sense of joy.

She has always felt that people who love each other should be honest with each other, without hiding anything. A few days ago, she also said similar words to Ye Jingyu, but she was not as clear as what she said today.

"I'm not talking nonsense. A person's temperament cannot be changed so easily. When you think it has changed, you have actually changed."

Yin Qingxuan came to the spiritual spring and sat down with her knees in her arms, shrinking into a small ball.

She looked at the gurgling water and said faintly: "The China I mentioned is not a fabrication. The me A Yu saw is from that country. That's why I have grains for you and can produce so much. A Yu didn't The things I have seen are all Chinese things and they really exist."

She smiled and said slowly: "I was born in a very ordinary family. According to the Dazhou hierarchy, I can be regarded as a poor person. When I was a few years old, my parents died one after another. Over the years, , I even forgot what they looked like. It was my grandma who raised me. Although we were poor, we were always happy. Later, I was admitted to college. After graduation, I quickly found a job, hoping to rely on myself. With the ability to work hard to create a world, bring grandma to your side and live together..."

Speaking of grandma, Yin Qingxuan choked up.

What she worries most about is the old man who has held her in the palm of her hand since she was a child.

The winter in the north is very cold. I wonder if grandma’s old cold legs are happening again?

Every time she got sick, she gritted her teeth and endured it. She was not even willing to buy a few yuan of plaster. All the money she saved was used for her schooling.

She feels so sorry for herself. If she learns the news of her death, she will definitely not be able to bear it. How many people in this world can bear it, a white-haired person giving a black-haired person.

Recalling the scenes of growing vegetables, clearing snow, and building big snowmen with her grandma, Yin Qingxuan held back tears for a long time and finally shed them.

"I was running towards my future life with great hope, but I was hit by a car. When I opened my eyes, I was already in the cold palace."

She breathed out slowly, suppressed the soreness in her throat, and continued: "I own Yin Qingxuan's body and some of her vague memories. I don't want to wait for death in the cold palace, so I disguise myself as a eunuch and run away. Go out, Ayu knows everything about what happened next, so I don’t need to say more."

"In my fantasy, Ayu held a long sword and killed Zhao'er and everyone else. Then he pointed the bloody sword at me and said I was a fake."

Yin Qingxuan laughed at herself and said, "I am indeed a fake. If Ayu wants to leave now, it's still too late."