Su Yueming's head was attached to the prince's back, his hand was tightly clasped in his palm, and some pictures of his previous life suddenly appeared in his mind......

……

It was a cold winter, and this year's winter was particularly cold, and Su Yueming couldn't remember how long it had snowed.

Xuanyuan Qiche looked at her, his eyes radiated a crystal light, and he put the red-hot soldering iron in his hand into Su Yueming's hand, who was trembling.

Su Yueming felt the hot heat in her hands, her eyes flashed with tears, she opened her lips, raised her eyes to look at Xuanyuan Qiche, and asked:

"Is the throne really that important to you?"

"Yes." Xuanyuan Qiche nodded without hesitation and said, "I've been waiting for many years, and for me, the throne is everything, life. I must ascend to the position of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, I must be admired by all the people, I want to realize my ambitions, Yue'er ......" He clasped Su Yueming's shoulders with both hands, and said in an excited tone, "Help me, only you can help me, you are the only trustworthy person around me." ”

Tears slipped down her face because of his words—

"You are the only trustworthy person around me."

She picked up the hot iron, shook her hand, and imprinted it on her face.

"Ahh

"Ahh The heart-rending wail resounded in the snowy night, and she curled up and rolled on the ground, "No, I don't, give me medicine, give me medicine, it hurts, it hurts......"

Xuanyuan Qiche stepped forward to hug her and grabbed her hand-

"Yue'er, Yue'er, bear with it, bear with it and endure it will pass quickly, I love you, I only love you alone."

"I ...... Ah......h

I don't know how long it took, she finally stopped wailing, the whole person was numb, lying on the ground as if she was dead, and the white jade flawless face was now blurred with flesh and blood, and she couldn't really see the original appearance.

Xuanyuan Qiche carefully picked her up, kissed her forehead, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Yue'er, tomorrow, tomorrow you can go and wait for the prince, he is soft-hearted, he will definitely take you in, when the time comes, you just need to pay attention to his movements, I will come to you." ”

"......" she nodded weakly, and said in a weak voice, "Take care of Wenyi, without her mother by her side, she is only three years old, she is so pitiful, you must ...... Be sure to take good care of her. ”

"Don't worry, Wen Yi is our precious daughter, and I will take good care of her."

……

The sky is icy and snowy, and the sky and the earth are pale.

The snow is knee-deep, and anyone who is cold will freeze.

In the vast world, there is only one woman who is struggling to move forward-

Three thousand green silks are scattered on her body, wearing only a light blue skirt, her back is delicate, fragile, and from a distance, it looks like a dark orchid, which will be blown down by the wind at any time, which makes people feel pity.

She walked numbly in the snow, step by step, foot by foot, leaning and staggering, she hugged her body tightly, she was already frozen, a long series of deep footprints behind her.

In the distance came a magnificent carriage, which was also covered with snow, and her heart trembled a little.

It's cold, it's too cold.

She was already afraid of the cold, and she had been waiting in the snow for four hours in the thin shirt that Xuanyuan Qiche had prepared for her.

Before the carriage could get near, her eyes went black, she fainted, and she fell into the snowdrift.