In the dead of night, the entire capital has fallen into a deep sleep.

It was pitch black all around, and only a lonely moon hung high in the sky.

In the main house of Wentao Garden, the real king's mansion.

Song Yi curled up in the corner of the bed, there was no light in the room, only the moonlight shining through the stickers on the window was so cold that it was sprinkled on the floor in the room.

She was motionless, like a sculpture, without the liveliness and vividness of the day.

At this moment, she buried her face in her knees and was in a self-protective position, and no one knew what she was thinking at the moment.

It's been the norm lately, and she's the same when she doesn't need to work night shifts. In the room, this is a night.

Song Yi didn't dare to go around the incident that he was almost killed that night. She didn't want others to look at her differently, so she could only bear it all silently.

It is said that "time is the best medicine", and only work can make her forget her troubles for a while.

She got up every day to work, and was even more diligent and conscientious.

Everyone else thought that she had "reformed her ways" and recognized her identity. Only Song Yi herself knows that she is just beating her spirit.

Labor does seem to have the ability to be forgotten, but that is only an illusion.

When she was alone, the fear in Song Yi's heart was like an invisible net, netting her whole person inside.

She was scared and didn't dare to sleep on the bed like a normal person.

She always felt a hand caressing slowly from the sole of her feet, then her whole body, then her face.

This has been the case every night since that day it happened.

Eventually, she would sit in the corner and sit all night.

She was not sad that the membrane was almost lost, but she was afraid of her own life and her helplessness.

In such an era, who can care about her life and death?

That day, a strange girl and a strange man could catch her off guard, and even never recover.

Her strong self-confidence in the past was completely shattered by reality.

Thinking about the evening of the second day after the incident, the true king told her.

The man who was arrested confessed, he was just a scoundrel on the streets of Beijing. Someone spent 10 taels of silver to make him attack a girl. That night, a girl also let him in through the back door of the palace. but

When Song Yi heard it at first, he was furious!

She didn't know, who would be so vicious, not only wanted to destroy her innocence, but also wanted her to die?

And that man, for the sake of only 10 taels, can he ruin other people's lives unscrupulously?

10 taels? Oh, she Song Yi is only worth 10 taels of silver?

After getting angry, Song Yi was left with only sadness.

In this era when human life is lower than grass mustard, what can Song Yi do?

All the knowledge, science, reason, law, and dignity that she was proud of in the past are worthless here. She lives like an animal that can be pulled to the slaughter at any time, and as long as the master is happy or unhappy, she must be ready to sacrifice at any time.

This helplessness made her unable to breathe. It made her even more frightened!

It is not difficult to guess that the girl who claims to be the counselor of the General Political Secretary Lu Daren's family is not real. In the list of guests invited that night, there would not have been a general secretary for the council at all.

Song Yi was disheartened, thinking that the matter had become a headless public case, and it was over.

But in the end, it was the true king who gave her a surprise.

It turned out that he didn't get nothing either. Some methods were used, but some clues were traced.

It turned out that it was Wang Shutong's girl Xiang embroidery who let people enter the palace that night.

When Song Yi heard that Wang Shutong was among them, he couldn't believe it at all.

She only met Wang Shutong twice, except for the night of the incident, when she refuted the other party's face, she never offended her at all.

Song Yi didn't know that a young lady who looked so noble would repay her like this?

Song Yi couldn't figure it out, could it be that in the eyes of these young ladies and sons, the lives of the subordinates were really so worthless?

After Song Yi crossed over, he had real fear for the first time.

This fear ate away at her confidence and courage, and she was terrified.

She could die, but she didn't want to disappear so quietly and quietly.

But Song Yi couldn't do anything, and he didn't know how to save himself in this cannibalistic world.

Song Yi buried his head, closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

She is extremely flattering to the true king these days, on the one hand, it is indeed out of gratitude to the prince; On the other hand, it is also because she recognizes that she is like a willow, and at present, the only powerful backer she can rely on is the prince.

If she wants to live, she can only rely on the true king Zhu Xi.

That's what she really thinks, and that's what she does.

Song Yi's thoughts, how could Zhu Xi not know?

That day, when he told Song Yi about the results of the investigation.

The little girl's expression still appeared in front of his eyes from time to time.

First anger, then hatred, and finally helplessness, sadness.

The desolation, emanating from her small body, made him want to take her into his arms and comfort her.

But Zhu Xi did not do so at the time.

All he asked was, "What do you want to do?" ”

And the little girl's answer, he still remembers, "What can I do?" What can I do? In the eyes of those people, my life is not as good as an ant on the side of the road. People crushed me with one finger. ”

"Then you're resigned to your fate? No revenge? Zhu Xi didn't believe that this was Song Yi's heart, which did not match his understanding of her.

"Resignation? No, my life is up to me! The rabbit has a three-point temper when he is in a hurry, and he really wants to provoke me, it's a big deal that the fish dies and the net is broken, and I have to pull a cushion back when I die."

Song Yi said those words viciously, and the momentum at that time still made Zhu Xi very satisfied.

He felt an urge to see what she was going to do.

Because he has had his own life experience, the assassination, poisoning, betrayal and intrigue he has experienced since he was a child have made him "invincible", but he has also lost his warmth and trust in people.

Only by going through these things can she become truly strong and live in this world.

Zhu Xi did not tell Song Yi what he wanted.

Two young people, experiencing different lives, but the same pain. The two wounded hearts seemed to be one step closer.

When Song Yi was licking his wounds alone and beating his heart, on the other side, Zhu Xi, who had not yet gone to bed, put down the article in his hand and looked up at the candlestick on the table.

Candlelight, the night in the depths of winter, although cold, but not much loneliness.

Zhu Xi felt that he was now strong and used to being alone, but his recent restless heart reminded him that he had not completely lost the motivation to search.

And who will he be looking for? Where is the woman who can be strong and independent enough to bear the storm with him?

Zhu Xi unconsciously appeared in his mind the woman who was in the study that afternoon, tilted her head, and said to herself firmly, "My life is up to me, not to the sky".

It was so high-spirited and sonorous, like a heavy hammer, hammered into his heart.