Hey, you are reborn too?

He really didn't know why, after his mother returned to Beili from Dayuan, she became interested in worshiping Buddha.

It was obvious that every time when Dayuan went to Anguo Temple to pray, she always had a stern face.

I actually like Anguo Temple very much. After all, that person once existed there.

In his previous life, it was Avi who gave him a piece of candy, which suddenly brought a beam of light to his dark and endless road, making him look up and want to pursue it.

"Your Majesty, the Queen Mother invites you in."

The housekeeper led the way respectfully in front, and Jiang Mian finally got up reluctantly.

In fact, he did not dislike sandalwood, but the fragrance in the Cining Palace was too strong, and for some unknown reason, it kept rushing into his nostrils.

It's no big deal if the smell makes people want to sneeze, but he kept going down and almost felt nauseous because of the smell.

"Mian'er is here." The Queen Mother looked indifferent.

Jiang Mian felt his stomach twitch violently. His face turned pale, but he remained calm. He bowed and said calmly, "I wish you good health, mother."

The Queen Mother did not pursue his somewhat rude behavior. She just took the scissors and looked left and right while trimming the branches in the porcelain vase.

Jiang Mian suppressed the discomfort in his stomach and looked at the empress dowager with even sharper eyes.

The Queen Mother was indeed calm and composed: "If there are any branches that are growing sideways, they need to be pruned. Otherwise, everything will be in disarray."

Crack, crack!

The silver scissors cut again and again, removing all the branches that had grown in the way.

After being cut, they fell down like rootless driftwood, but before they landed on the carpet, they were caught by servants in time and taken outside to be cleaned up.

The Queen Mother kept scissoring, but she sighed quietly: "What a pity, after all the hard work of growing up, I was born in the wrong place."

Jiang Mian naturally knew that she was using the cutting of flower branches to punish him, implying that if he didn't obey, his fate would be the same as the flower branches, which could be cut off at will.

The churning feeling in his stomach became stronger and stronger. Jiang Mian couldn't help but bend forward slightly and bite his lips.

"There's nothing to regret about it," the Queen Mother continued to talk to herself, "After all, as long as I have this root, I can cut off as many knuckles as I want and they will grow back."

Jiang Mian suddenly laughed.

A mocking smile appeared on his lips. It seemed that his mother was hinting that as long as she was around, he could have as many substitutes as he wanted.

But this trick really doesn't work.

At least for him.

After all, the queen mother sitting in the harem did not know that the empress dowager’s party in the court accounted for less than one-fifth of the total.

As a possible successor, she indeed cultivated a lot of power of her own in the court.

Those forces had been lurking in the court for decades, even hiding it from the previous Emperor of Beili, but they could not hide it from Jiang Mian's eyes.

After all, when it comes to holding on to power, the mother and son are naturally similar and are not much different.

As much as the Queen Mother loved to hold on to power, Jiang Mian was just as wary of dissidents in the court.

After all, mother and son are connected by heart. While the empress dowager could see through his thoughts, Jiang Mian was also aware of what she was thinking.

The branches have been trimmed, and the Queen Mother probably didn't expect it to take so long.

She hadn't prepared any other remarks, and probably didn't want to get straight to the point, so the two of them just stood there in a stalemate.

For a moment, no one moved.

Only the strong smell of sandalwood wafted in the air.

It gets into people's nostrils without any reason, making them cry.

Jiang Mian originally wanted to have a protracted battle with the Queen Mother, but the sandalwood seemed to be able to protect its master. It seemed to understand the Queen Mother's instructions and jumped up and down in his stomach, disturbing his stomach.

It was unknown how long the silence lasted, but Jiang Mian broke it by speaking.

As for the words that broke the deadlock, Jiang Mian no longer remembered them. After all, it happened a long time ago, and it was something from his previous life.

Although the Queen Mother could withstand provocation, she also made her bottom line clear: if Jiang Mian didn't want to participate in the beauty contest, that was fine, but he had to marry a woman.

The strong spasm in his stomach stimulated his nerves. Jiang Mian only remembered that his eyes went dark at that time, and he didn't even know what the Queen Mother said.

There was a slight tendency for sour water to fill my throat.

Jiang Mian finally couldn't help but tell the person in front of him, whom he once thought was the closest to him, that he already had someone in his heart.

The Queen Mother's voice sounded surprised and happy, perhaps because she finally saw hope for the Emperor's grandson.

But when she heard Xie Yongwei, she became completely silent, as if she was frozen and turned into an ice sculpture on the spot.

A moment later, the volcano erupted violently.

Jiang Mian no longer remembered how she scolded Awei, but the gist of it was that Awei was a fake Fengxing.

And the one she is about to marry, Xie Yongyun, the former concubine of General Zhenyuan's Mansion, is the real Feng Xing.

Jiang Mian knew about Feng Xing early on, but he hardly took it to heart.

What he cared about was only the girl in Anguo Temple who gave him warmth, smile and sweetness.

That day, the Cining Palace was filled with sandalwood and the empress dowager was cursing loudly, having lost all her composure. Jiang Mian was sure that he heard the most vicious curse of the time.

Perhaps due to his extremely rebellious will, he did not remember what the Queen Mother scolded him at that time.

He only knew that those were bad words. He had heard those words many times, but it was the first time he heard those vicious words being directed at Xie Yongwei.

When Jiang Mian came to his senses, he heard voices begging for mercy nearby.

He seemed to be holding something in his hand. He slowly looked along his arm and saw that he was pinching his mother's neck.

The woman who had poisoned him since childhood and threatened to kill him was now struggling violently.

There was a faint tendency for her eyes to roll upwards, and she made a hoarse sound from her mouth, as if she was taking in less air and breathing out even less.

Jiang Mian was a little dazed, and he neither increased nor decreased the strength in his hands.

In my ears, there were shouts of "Your Majesty, calm down!"

Jiang Mian finally remembered that the woman in his arms had once given him some warmth.

He closed his eyes deeply, then slowly opened them, revealing a scarlet glow in his eyes.

No matter what, this woman did not deserve to die, but she just spat out obscenities without hesitation, blaspheming the God in her heart.

Jiang Mian clenched his teeth so tightly that they made a chattering sound. He wanted to let go, but his hands subconsciously tightened.

I could hear a faint cry.

Jiang Mian's eyes were filled with anger and his face was so pale that he looked inhuman.

Rumble…

A muffled thunder rolled over the roof of the Cining Palace.