Ye Qing knelt down in front of the large blue wood gilt bed, and the celadon medicine bowl in his hand was dark brown medicinal juice.

The mother, who had brought her to the carved door of rosewood, was now lying on this great bed, her face as pale as paper, and her long delicate hair, which had been as smooth as silk, was now dry and decayed, like broken leather, and scattered among the pillows.

The blue-haired girl cautiously approached her mother, and her eyes had a very imperceptible redness, like the juice of a peach blossom being spilled on her eyes by a mischievous maid. She scooped up a spoonful of warm liquid so earnestly and carefully fed it into her mother's mouth, which warmly comforted something.

The woman smiled and listened, and raised her hand to stroke the girl's water-blue hair, but her body coughed violently uncontrollably, and the dark brown medicinal juice mixed with bright red blood was coughed up, and a scattered flower was painted on the snow-white satin quilt.

The flower is Manju Sahua, a trace of brown and bright red petals stretching in full beauty, extremely beautiful.

Cruelty to the extreme.

The girl bit her lip tightly and tried to hold back her tears, but the crystal tears still couldn't stop rolling down from those aqua blue eyes.

At the age of six, these eyes saw the surrounding birch forest.

At the age of eight, these eyes faced the room full of councillors and hid the blue beast.

But at this time, these aqua blue eyes are the ultimate sadness.

A sadness that is almost hopeless.

She's been waiting here for a whole month.

In the past month, she has not left an inch, serving decoction in person, and it is hard to imagine where a nine-year-old child has such great perseverance.

But she's done it.

She boiled medicine for the mother with her own hands, learned to cook some nourishing porridge, accompanied her to say some warm and strong words, and tried to sing some beautiful songs by her side.

She hadn't changed her clothes for a month, until the white dress smelled sour, and when she was tired at night, she lay down on her mother's body for a while. When her mother fell asleep, she would go to the next room by herself, cry quietly, and then use ice to cover her swollen eyes, afraid that her mother would see it.

That's why there are peach blossom-like scars that stay in the eye circles and can no longer be dispersed.

The blue-haired mother looked at her daughter, who was crying quietly without a single cry.

Watching her tears roll down her white jade cheeks so quietly, she smiled slightly.

The body that had been sick for a long time was so decayed that the mother's voice was trembling when she spoke.

But it didn't prevent her from speaking so gently and quietly, without a hint of sadness: "Child, please remember to be strong." ”

She smiled and said, "Your journey in this world has just begun, and you have not yet met such important people and things in your life. ”

The blue-haired girl held back her tears and carried a childlike stubbornness: "I want to be with you." ”

Mother shook her head: "There are many things in this world that you can't be together if you want to. Although it is very unwilling, this is the last lesson that my mother taught you. ”

"Please forgive a mother who can't accompany you on the rest of the road." "However, you will always meet those important people who will accompany you through this long but not beautiful journey," she said calmly. ”

The girl was about to say something, but was interrupted by the mother.

"I'm blessed." The mother smiled but said categorically, so cleanly that she blocked out what the girl was about to say: "I met someone whom I loved and happened to love me, and this was the greatest happiness in the world, and then I had several wonderful children, and then I died in my best years." ”

"Everything is beautiful and I have no regrets."

The seriously ill mother of the nation spoke these words quietly while lying on her bed.

On the night of March 1, 109 years of the Lan calendar, Queen Qing Zhi.

The ninth princess of Lanye has a birthday on the third day of the third month of the Lan calendar.

Until the end, the mother did not see her youngest daughter celebrate her ninth birthday.

The girl fell to her knees and wept silently, surrounded by endless darkness.

It was the last memory she wanted to look back on, but this slumber eventually led her mind here.

She curled helplessly in the darkness until a light came in.

The voice came with a charm that reached her heart and woke her up.

"Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess? You should wake up, right? ”

She tried to open her eyes, and saw the dark sky, the bright silver stars.

Silver cities in ruins, desolate squares.

The man in Tsing Yi, the blonde guardian.

And the black-haired one, brother.

They stood opposite them, but they did not dare to come near.

She looked around in horror and found a group of silver-haired mages standing behind her, and at this time, the nearest young man said coldly: "Your Royal Highness the Ninth Princess, I originally invited you here, but I only stayed for a few days, and I didn't treat you the slightest bit. ”

"But unexpectedly, your father bullied others, destroyed my magic weapon and killed my people, but it also affected your life."

He was the Superior Dark Star Elder, and even then, he still embellished his words to perfection.

He didn't tell a word of lie, but every word he said was not true.

"If Her Royal Highness the princess still wants to live, why don't you call your father quickly. I only count three times, and after three I do it. ”

He paused: "Otherwise, the deity is careless for a while, even if the princess has a Chiba Liubi body, the deity also guarantees to separate the princess's flesh and bones." ”

Ye Qing listened carefully word by word, and her eyes gradually changed from chaos to clarity.

She finally distinguishes between Fang Cai's dream and the reality at this time, even if the ones in front of her are closer to dreams.

So she glanced back at the Dark Star Elder, the pale blue beast disappearing in her eyes.

She hugged the white cat in her arms and smiled sarcastically: "Hey, what? ”

The ten-year-old girl's eyebrows and eyes were a palpitating awe: "I want to hear me, my father helps, doesn't Qing'er want to die?" ”

The girl's words were extremely calm, and she did not even hide the sarcasm in her words.

Xingsha's heart was instantly confused, only to realize that this ten-year-old princess was not an existence that she could control at all, and he hurriedly turned his mana again, wanting to make this princess unconscious again.

But the clear streamer wrapped the blue-haired princess, and she held the blue jade, as if she had guessed the other party's possible response.

She looked back with a smile, looked at the handsome young man seriously, and then seriously broke her face into a smile, laughing so much that Xing Che and other Ziwei Realm powerhouses were a little hairy in their hearts.

"You're beautiful." The ninth princess of Lan Ye praised seriously.

"How about you let me go when I count three?" She earnestly advised.

This is an extremely absurd suggestion, but every word and every expression of this princess is full of seriousness.

"Otherwise, I'll kill you." She smiled and said the last sentence: "Do you believe it or not?" ”