Emperor of the Dynasty + Spoiler

Seeing that the assassin was shaken, the woman said again, "Why do you involve a child in the affairs of adults? Just because the child's surname is Murong, can her mother, concubine, uncle, and grandfather not tolerate her like this? How dare you go to her?" To die?"

Hearing this, the assassin sighed, "If that's the case... I'm being unjust. Your Highness will see what happened today."

After saying that, the assassin jumped out of the window and left.

Seeing that the assassin had left, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to look at the child curled up on the bed, "Your Highness, Your Highness?"

"Mother... Concubine mother wants to kill me?" Mu Congcong said with a trembling voice.

The woman is silent.

She said again, "No...my concubine loves me very much...I am her only child...I...I..."

"Your Highness! We should leave here!"

"Leave?" Mu Rongrong paused, and she who had been holding back her emotions just now suddenly burst into tears. After all, she was only an eight-year-old child, "I want to ask my concubine..."

"Your Highness, don't you find it strange? Where is the East Palace? It is heavily guarded, and even a mouse can't get in on weekdays. Tonight, the assassin came all the way to His Highness's bedroom. Afterwards, I fought with the assassin and made such a big fuss." His movements didn't alarm anyone, Your Highness, are you not sure?!"

Mu Congcong's face turned pale and divided, she shook her lips violently, trying to refute something, but she knew that what the woman said was the truth, she just didn't want to believe it.

"Who... are you? Why, come to save me?"

"I am..." Before the woman finished speaking, Mu Congcong collapsed due to excessive blood loss.

It was already afternoon when Mu Congcong woke up again. When she opened her eyes, she saw the white bed above her head. Lian saw a woman sitting at the table reading a book. The woman's skin was very fair, and she was wearing a navy blue long gown. There was a small black mole, which was a bit cute, and the three thousand black hairs were still untied as before, perhaps because they wanted to read a book, but they were tied up casually with a red string, revealing the white and elegant neck, in a trance. , Mu Rongrong thought he had seen God.

"First, sir..."

Hearing this, the woman turned her head sideways, and seeing her wake up, the woman put down the book in her hand and walked towards her with a smile, "Are you awake?" The woman asked her gently, "Are you thirsty?"

Mu Congcong stared at the woman sitting by his bed in a daze, the child who had just walked from the edge of life and death suddenly became red-eyed.

Yan Wuwei didn't say much, but just stretched out his hand and gently touched her head. He obviously didn't say a word, but made a simple movement, which made Mu Container feel the best comfort.She sniffed, she didn't want to make herself worthless, and she didn't want to worry Yan Wuwei and Murong Xun. She is now in Yan Xiang's mansion, the wound in her abdomen has been stitched up, the bleeding has stopped, how long has she been asleep? She didn't know either, but since she appeared here, it meant that the person who rescued her was related to Yan Xiang, so Aunt Murong probably knew about it by now.

It was as if Mu Congcong had grown up suddenly after just sleeping. He was no longer that obedient princess who listened to her concubine's words and wanted to live ignorantly.She wants to live on, to live better, and not to let her life be threatened anymore—survival is the only thing she has to do now.

"Sir..." Mu Congcong's hands were tightly clenched into balls under the quilt. She didn't understand, was unwilling, and didn't understand, "Why?"

Yan Wuwei understood the endless words, she did not rush to answer Mu Congcong's words, but asked, "Now, Your Highness, would you like to learn from female celebrities and marry a good husband in the future?"

"I want, want to live."

"Your Highness wants to know why?"

Mu Congcong nodded with firm eyes.

"So what if we know?" Yan Wuwei sighed softly, "Does Your Highness want to retaliate?"

"..." Mu Container was stopped by the question, and fell silent for an instant.

"His Highness's injury is not serious, although the knife was sharp, but the jade in His Highness's arms blocked half of it." Yan Wuwei handed over the broken jade as he spoke.

Mu Congcong took it with trembling hands, without saying a word, the jade was engraved with her name, it was given to her by her mother and concubine when she was born, her father named it for her, and it is the most important thing in the country, and her mother gave her the jade, which is a gift for her. In the way of the king, she once thought that she was the happiest child, but suddenly she became a thorn in the side of her loved ones, a thorn in the flesh, what did she do wrong?

"Your Highness, please rest, I will take my leave first." Yan Wuwei stood up and saluted lightly, then turned and went out.

"Sir—" Mu Congcong sat up from the bed, with a pale face, he called Yan Wuwei who was about to go out, "I want to live, I want to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth, and blood—for blood!"

"Just want to live?"

"No! I want to live a beautiful life, take back everything that belongs to me, and become a second aunt, no, better and better than her! No one can, can't take my life, whether it's mother... Gongshuya, Still the nations!"

In this way, she will live up to her father who named her the instrument, and will not live up to her life and death.

Hearing this, Yan Wuwei turned around, looked at her quietly for more than half a moment, and then smiled slowly, "In this way, I will help Your Highness."