The Princess's Deadly Daily Life

Li Xizhen heard her so depressed, obviously she had given up hope, and immediately asked tentatively: "So, if Zhier comes back one day, Madam might also refuse to let her in?"

"If my Zhi'er came back, I would be so heartbroken." The lady didn't understand what she meant and looked puzzled. "Why would you refuse her entry?"

"After all, Madam has given up hope from the bottom of her heart, which means that even if Zhi'er comes back, Madam will still seek confirmation and refuse her entry..." Li Xiying hesitated, "After all, the situation this time is slightly different."

Seeing her secretive look, the lady also stared at her intently. She thought Li Xiying was joking with her, but after laughing for a while, she saw her clear eyes and a serious expression. She couldn't help but feel uneasy. She barely suppressed her smile and looked at her nervously, "What's the difference?"

Li Xiying tried to evoke her memories in a low voice, "Madam, do you still remember the young lady named Shanluo from a year ago?"

"Shanluo?" Because she asked this, the lady suddenly had a person in her mind, but the appearance was blurry. "I do remember her a little bit. Could she be related to Zhi'er in some way?"

She vaguely remembered that the little girl had a peaceful face, following behind Li Xiying quietly, and if you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't notice her presence. She only remembered that day, when they were eating at the same table, she could feel her gaze from time to time. She didn't remember much else, after all, she was just an ordinary child, nothing special.

"If I were to mention my impression, she was a very tactful and shy little girl."

The lady put down the teacup absentmindedly, staring straight at Li Xiying, with an extraordinary confusion in her eyes!

"Could it be that you have heard from Zhi'er?"

The lady could hardly control herself and stared at her, hoping that she would give the answer she wanted immediately.

Li Xizhen said frankly: "It turns out that Madam still remembers her, but if I say that she is the one Madam has been thinking about and is hard to find - Zhier, Madam, are you willing to believe it?"

The lady was stunned.

Like thunder, it suddenly roared and exploded in her mind, and it took a long time to calm down...

"You, what did you say?" The lady's lips trembled, and she hesitated for a long time: "Who is that child?"

Li Xi opened and closed her mouth, trying to listen to her story: "A year ago, Han Qi, the son of Puzhou Sima, accidentally checked the owner of Shan Luo's ancestral home for him. He found out that she was just an adopted daughter of the Shan family, and indirectly found out the reason why the Xiangfu lost his daughter thirteen years ago."

"Thirteen years ago, Cui Zhi left home and was tricked and taken away by thieves. On the way, she either contracted a disease or her life was hanging by a thread. The thieves thought she would not live long and abandoned her in the mountains. By chance, an old woman passed by and saved the dying Cui Zhi. That woman became her grandmother and named her - Shanluo."

The lady was choked with grief. After hearing that her daughter had gone through so much hardship to survive, she felt heartbroken and she covered her chest and sobbed.

She saw her daughter right in front of her a year ago, but she didn't know it was her. How foolish she was!

After a while of calm, the lady couldn't hold back her tears and held her hand, "Since you knew she was Zhi'er a year ago, why... is she unwilling to recognize me?"

Li Xiying felt the coldness of Madam's palm and explained, "She thinks the facts have been established, and she has lived in the market for more than ten years. If she comes back to meet Madam, it will only take time. Therefore, I can only keep silent and conceal it for her. When she knows the truth, she will know what to do."

"So, where is she? Is she coming?" The lady's eyes were fragile and her spirit was tense.

As she spoke, she straightened her clothes and wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief.

"Madam, don't you doubt the truth of this?" Li Xiying was puzzled. After all, these were just her verbal words and she had not yet produced any evidence.

The lady said with tears in her eyes, "Although I am used to calling you Xi Xi, you are, after all, an upright princess of the court. How could you speak so casually and make such jokes?"

After hearing what she said, Li Xiying had reduced most of the time spent on explaining for Shanluo.

"It's just that she doesn't know Madam's address yet." Seeing that it was getting late, she stood up and confessed, "But she may have arrived in Luoyang. She also said that she would come to my house when she got to Luoyang. That's why I dared to tell Madam a little in advance, firstly because I was afraid that Madam would not be mentally prepared, and secondly, I wanted to find out what Madam was thinking on Shanluo's behalf."

The lady also stood up and smiled, "You are thoughtful. I have already asked someone to clean up Zhi'er's room. Just like in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zhi'er's boudoir will always be kept, waiting for her to come back at any time!"

However, she sighed: "It's been thirteen years, and I still remember what Zhi'er looked like when she was three years old. Now that she's grown up, I can't recognize her at all."

Amber on the side whispered: "It's getting late, Princess, we should go back to the village."

Li Xiying glanced at the sky and nodded, "Perhaps Shanluo has already written to me today. I can tell her about it through a letter, and Madam can also prepare during this time."

The lady listened carefully all the way and accompanied her all the way to the gate of the mansion.

Although they had crossed the threshold of Cui's house, the lady still resisted the urge to leave, but had to say, "I wanted to keep you for a few more days, but I'm worried about Zhi'er's matter..."

Li Xiying was about to tell her to relax, but she saw someone standing outside the door out of the corner of her eye.

The lady glanced over and suddenly had an expression that she would never be able to show to anyone in her entire life.

"Madam." Shanluo bowed anxiously at the bottom of the stairs, then turned to see Li Xiying and called her softly, "Princess."

Shan Luo was wearing a white dress with a brown cloak on the outside. Han Qi was seen accompanying Shan Luo, while Long Qi stood in front of her, and everyone was staring at each other.

Upon seeing this, Li Xiying immediately broke the silence, giving his wife a little time to react, and then pulled Shanluo up and said with a curved lip, "I was still waiting for your letter, but I didn't expect that you'd already found this place?"

Shan Luo glanced at Han Qi who was gentle beside her, and said with a smile: "Princess, you don't know, my husband and I happened to meet Long Langjun when we arrived in Luoyang. My husband asked him where we were going and told him everything, so Long Langjun brought us here."

Li Xiying also tactfully told Madam Xiang what she had just told her about her life story, and then whispered, "My original intention was to prepare Madam mentally so that you two could get to know each other more smoothly."

Then he took her to the lady.

Shan Luo raised his eyes to look at his wife, only to see her eyes were blank and tears were streaming down her face. His throat also stopped, and he felt extremely distressed. He walked forward and asked timidly, "Madam, are you okay?"

Ever since she heard about the massacre at the Prime Minister's Mansion, she has been extremely sad every day. She thought that her wife had suffered, until the princess' letter came, she learned that her wife was not dead. She immediately burst into tears while holding the letter, and was glad that her mother was still alive and was not an orphan anymore!

Madam couldn't hold it back any longer, and hugged Shanluo, sobbing and crying out in grief: "Zhi'er...where have you been all these years? It's been so hard for mother to find you..."

Shanluo felt the warmth in the lady's embrace and couldn't help crying too.

The two of them hugged each other and cried, which infected everyone present.

At this time, under the setting sun, Erlang came back carrying the drunk Sanlang in one hand. Everyone in the crowd was in tears, and A-niang was crying in front of someone she didn't know what she was holding. She was confused and a little puzzled, "Uh... I just saw Sanlang in the tavern and brought him back. What... happened?"

Everyone looked at him, and Long Qi sighed and told him the reason.

Erlang couldn't believe what he heard. He was so distracted that he loosened his grip and almost made Sanlang fall on the floor. He then pointed at the familiar-looking woman in the brown cloak in front of him and said, "Zhi'er? You said she was Zhi'er?"