Wiped off the thick fat powder on her face, Mo'er looked at her face that had become dry and pale due to years of makeup, and laughed self-deprecatingly: she was only twenty-eight years old, and there were fine lines at the corners of her eyes!

Mo'er's deepest memory of her grandfather and father is that they were both very large officials, and there was an endless stream of people who came to visit her father and grandfather at her house every day, and everyone would surround her and praise her for being smart and cute.

Until one day, a large number of officers and soldiers arrested all the people in her family, including her aunt and her cousins.

Mo'er was locked up in the prison all night with the others, and although her mother covered her ears, she was still frightened by the crying in the prison.

It wasn't until the next morning that her grandfather went to the prison to take her and her mother back to her grandfather's house.

Although Mo'er didn't know what was happening, she could feel the change in the attitude of the people around her, no one praised her cuteness anymore, everyone avoided her like a plague.

It felt like she was afraid of getting into bad luck, and everyone looked at her with disgust

Only my grandfather could occasionally come to see her, touch her head to comfort her, and then accompany her mother, who washed her face with tears all day, to sigh for a long time.

Because she was worried too much about her daughter, she was overly worried, and a year later, her grandfather, who loved her the most, died, and her mother sent her to the palace as a young maid.

I remember when she first entered the palace, she always cried and wanted to find her mother.

Later, her mother brought the news that her mother had left home, and warned her that she could only survive by her own efforts.

And her grandfather's family seems to have completely forgotten that there is still a person like herself, even if they see themselves in the palace, they don't see it.

Since then, Mo'er has known that man can only rely on himself.

Mo'er learns everything quickly, but she has a fatal weakness, that is, she can't hide her face and expression.

It's easy for others to spot her emotions from the look on her face.

So, she began to learn to hide all her expressions behind heavy makeup, so that others could not see her true emotions from her face

At this time, Mo'er looked at herself in the mirror, who was much older than her actual age, and sighed: after more than ten years, she can finally leave the palace.

But unlike what she remembers, everything outside the palace makes her feel so strange, and it seems that she really has no way to return to a normal life!

The sadness in Mo'er's eyes was almost turned into a physical drop on the ground, why did she have to suffer such pain.

Thinking of the empress who holds the power of life and death, Mo'er has mixed feelings in her heart: people still have rights to live in the world!

His Majesty once said that the reason why he was called the emperor was because if he didn't kill people, he would be killed, and if he didn't call himself emperor, he would die without a place to be buried.

But Mo'er knew that if she wanted to survive smoothly in the palace, she had to become the sharpest sword in His Majesty's hands, so that His Majesty would be reluctant to let go of her in his life.

To this end, Mo'er has been working hard to learn all kinds of knowledge, increase his chips, and make himself more useful.

Only at midnight when there was no one could she cry happily, her heart was too bitter!

When Mo'er was in the palace, she was frightened every day, and she lived step by step, although she was not used to it after leaving the palace, she was relaxed in the end.

Slowly, Mo'er actually fell asleep holding the bronze mirror.

Mo'er slept soundly this night, and even slept until the sun was about to set.

In her sleep, Mo'er suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in front of her.

Mo'er thought that Jin Qing had come to test her, and opened her eyes vigilantly, only to see a black-clothed masked man standing in front of her, and the black-clothed man was holding a cold sword in his hand and pointing at him.

Mo'er stiffened her neck and looked around, but found that there were six identical black-clothed people standing in the room at this time.

Mo'er felt a little chill in the back of her head, but she didn't even dare to breathe now.

Because she can clearly feel the killing intent of the other party, if she moves now, the biggest possibility is to let the other party kill on the spot!

And Mo'er has a hunch that these people may all fold here today.

The man in black pointed at Mo'er with the tip of his sword, and his eyes looked at a man in black who was standing on the windowsill, they were here to do something, who thought that they were discovered, it seems that this woman must be eliminated.

Seeing that the other party put his hand on his neck, he made a wiping motion.

The man in black turned his head in understanding, grabbed the sword in his hand, and planned to give Mo'er a fatal blow.

And Mo'er also quietly stretched out her hand to the porcelain pillow next to her, ready to use the porcelain pillow to resist herself.

Who would have thought that before the man in black could raise his knife and fall, he heard the door being rashly pushed open, and then "Ah, ah! The two little girls hurried into the distance.

For a while, the six people in the room acted at the same time, one went to chase the two little girls, two people guarded the doors and windows, one turned around and continued to slash at Mo'er with the sword in his hand, and one seemed to be looking for something in the house!

And the man who looked like the leader continued to stand in his original position and pretend to be cool.

Mo'er took the porcelain pillow and faced the opponent's sword, but the other party deliberately stabbed the sword along the porcelain pillow as if he was teasing her, and scratched Mo'er's left hand and upper hand.

Mo'er was in pain, but she still didn't drop the porcelain pillow in her hand: she worked so hard to survive until now, and she died like this without having time to do anything, she was really unwilling.

The man in black teased Mo'er a few times, and added a few more wounds to Mo'er's body, it seemed that he was going to kill Mo'er alive.

And Mo'er just kept dodging the sword that the other party used to bully her on the bed, but she didn't make a sound: because she knew that if she didn't speak at this time, there was still hope of waiting for rescue, but once she screamed, she would definitely be killed on the spot.

Seeing that Mo'er bit her lip and didn't say a word, the man in black was interested, you must know that a dumb person can still make a sound, this little girl is quite bearable, and she didn't say a word except for a muffled snort.

This piqued his interest, and he wanted to see how long the little girl could endure.

Although he was playing lively, his leader was obviously a little impatient, only to hear the man cough heavily at him, the man in black turned around, and saw the other party slashing his neck with his hand, obviously asking him to quickly dispose of Mo'er.

The man in black turned around and looked at Mo'er's eyes with a hint of playfulness: Interesting little girl, I can't keep you, I can only blame your bad life.