The Regent's Tender Darling

Xuemei sat up in a daze, rubbed her eyes and quickly leaned against the bed.

"Mother, are you awake?"

"Water~" She said weakly, covering her neck. She probably hadn't drank water for a long time, and her throat was dry and itchy.

After hearing this, Xuemei hurried to the stove, picked up the kettle that had been kept warm, and poured half of the scalding water into the cup, and then half of the cool boiling water.

Then he quickly carried it to the bedside.

After drinking the water, she asked: "Xuemei, how did I get back?"

"It was Miss Qingxing who brought you back with Nuan Jiaozi. When the queen gave birth to the baby, she was brought down by the slave. The queen muttered twice and didn't wake up. She was sleeping so deeply."

Xuemei said cheerfully.

However, Lin Jiaojiao had a severe headache. She had had enough sleep now and could not sleep again at night.

"My Lady, do you want something to eat? Can I give you a hot bowl of mutton soup?"

She was really hungry. She nodded in agreement, and Xuemei skipped out.

After Xuemei left, the room was so quiet that it made people panic. She looked at her hands, and her heart palpitated.

In the dream, Yan Sihan died in front of her, and her hands were covered in blood.

She was afraid that Yan Sihan would be gone.

After looking at the clothes next to her, she stretched out her hand and took it. She wanted to see him.

He quickly put on his clothes and walked out of the house with disheveled hair. At this time, only Xiaoyun, who was keeping vigil, was napping in the main room, and there was still one person standing under the eaves.

She took a quick look and slowed down her steps. The person under the eaves was not Eleven.

The weak firelight of the lantern shone on the man. The black iron mask was the same, but the figure was different, and the sword in his hand became a long horizontal sword.

"Who are you?" she asked.

The man bowed his hands to her and said, "Back to the princess, I have thirteen subordinates."

It turned out to be a shift.

She no longer felt reassured and headed toward Minghuaxuan, stepping on the ground that melted into water during the day and froze into ice at night.

The man named Thirteen followed her silently. The ground was too slippery, and no one came to help her when she fell. She endured the pain in her elbows and ankles and got up again.

You gain wisdom every time you go through a rough patch, and you walk more cautiously.

When she arrived in the front yard, the patrolling guard saw her and almost didn't recognize her at first.

A beautiful lady with disheveled hair walked with difficulty while holding up her skirt.

But he can still be recognized by his clothes.

"Princess." Several people quickly bowed their hands.

All the way to Minghuaxuan.

At this moment, Eleven is giving a report in the study.

"The princess asked her subordinates to investigate the woman who died at the gate of the palace today. The subordinates have followed the princess's order and sent people to investigate."

As soon as Eleven finished speaking, footsteps came from outside.

Yan Sihan raised his hand and saluted with clasped fists.

With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Lin Jiaojiao limped in. Yan Sihan was the only one in the room sitting behind the desk, but there were several more memorials on the desk!

It’s just that the quantity is much less than before.

After reaching a certain distance, she stopped, not knowing what to say or even why she came.

She is always troubled by dreams.

Yan Si's cold eyes looked her up and down, and finally his eyes locked on her muddy skirt.

"Falled?"

It was okay not to say it, but when she said it, she felt a little aggrieved for no reason. She pursed her lips, stared at her big beautiful eyes, and nodded gently.

Then she walked behind the desk, sat on the floor, and lifted her sleeves up, revealing the purple bruises on her elbows.

He stretched forward, raised his face and said coquettishly: "Look."

Tigers and tigers are powerful and prosperous~