No one thought that the final mistake would come here.

Although Emperor Ying and Master took all the top combat power of Great Qin in order to give Xirong a complete blow at that time, those two were the most amazing men and women in the world, and they were both thoughtful people, and it was impossible to empty their families without any preparation.

Just as the master laid a net in the Imperial Prayer Province, Emperor Taizu and Emperor Ying also strictly guarded the harem of the former dynasty and arranged everything to ensure the safety of the rear.

Yingsu as a prisoner, his dormitory and diet have to pass three levels, under the system formulated by Emperor Ying's own hands, especially the diet and anyone is separated, no one can interfere, and there is no mistake.

But no one expected that the black hand behind the scenes would reach Yingsu's side, a pregnant woman who was nine months pregnant.

The palace maid who delivered the soup was an old man brought by the emperor's eldest concubine from Nanchu, and after watching her drink the bowl of soup, she immediately committed suicide by taking poison, and there was no proof of her death.

Poison is a highly toxic Miaojiang, the composition is complex and incomprehensible, and the medicine is violent, which can make people lose a lot of blood in an instant and die in severe pain.

The poisoner takes great pains.

For the sake of tragedy.

Ying Baoyue looked at the bright red surging scene in front of her, and looked at the man who was barely standing on the door, and for the first time there was boundless anger surging in her body.

This poisoner is not just for the sake of killing.

What he did at the beginning was to shake the mind of the prince of the Great Qin Prison State.

He did not hesitate to sacrifice a wife, a mother, or even an unborn child.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, take care of your health...... Wechen ...... Wechen has really done his best......"

Looking at the bright red scene, as long as you are an adult with common sense, you know that everything is irreparable.

No pregnant woman, not a single fetus, could survive such a horrific amount of blood loss.

The imperial physician and the midwife walked to the side of the man in a trance, and kowtowed in a pool of blood. There was a cry outside, and the cry shook the sky.

"Princess......

"Little Emperor Sun ......"

The breath of death rushed to the sky, Ying Baoyue watched the man slowly stand up straight with the door frame, turned his head to look at her, and looked at the girl who was about to be ten years old, and everyone's eyes were even more desperate.

If there was a glimmer of hope before, it is clear that a ten-year-old child cannot be hopeful.

The imperial doctor beside Ying Su looked at her suspiciously, "Your Highness, this girl is ......"

"Cultivator."

Ying Su said softly.

"Cultivator?" There was a deep disbelief in the imperial doctor's eyes, "Your Highness, you said you were looking for her?" Such a child cannot be allowed to get close to the princess, in case ......"

However, Yingsu interrupted him, and in desperation he looked into her eyes.

"Please save ......"

Maybe he felt that this matter was reluctant, and he looked at her speechless, but just as he wanted to bow his head to her again, Yingyue walked towards the woman on the bed.

"You ......"

In the stunned gaze of everyone in the room, she stretched out her hand to the woman whose pupils had dilated.

Human blood, warm and cruel.

"You ......" The woman only had her last breath left, and she couldn't see her clearly, only knowing that there was a person in front of her, and when she was dying, she looked under her with all her might, and said vaguely, "Help...... My baby. ”

But I want to save you, too.

Countless people once said that she was the cultivator with the strongest talent, that she was born with something that no one else could reach, and she even hated this talent that had almost made her die countless times, and it was at that time that she realized what she really hated.

She hated her weakness.

At that time, in fact, her true yuan was close to drying up.

She grabbed the mother's hand and tried her best to drain the True Yuan from her whole body and throw it at her, but before three breaths were completely exhausted, signs came at her.

Drop by drop, drop by drop.

As if hollowing out her own veins, she did her best.

But it's still not enough.

But it doesn't matter, even if there is no true yuan, she still has flesh and blood.

At this time, the other immortal officials of the Imperial Prayer Province were also close to drying up, and all the guards around Yingsu had also tried, and the only one left was her.

For cultivators of different levels, the power possessed by the True Yuan is different.

The flesh too.

After the muscles and veins are hollowed out, there will still be a little bit of true yuan left in the bloodline of the high-level cultivators.

She drew her sword from its sheath, slicing through the meridians and veins at the same time, sending blood to the woman, who finally regained some consciousness at this time.

"You ......"

A trace of joy welled up in Yinghuyue's heart, and she continued to stretch out her hand to the hero's mother on the side of the bed, but the next moment she found that her eyes were getting darker and darker.

After fifteen days of guarding the palace, fighting all night, and losing too much blood, she finally ran out of oil at that time.

But she didn't withdraw her hand, and desperately lay on the edge of the bed to watch the mother and son.

Before a complete coma.

She heard the baby's cry.

……

……

At that time, Yingsu rushed to the Imperial Prayer Province, and it was estimated that the person she wanted to find was not her.

Ying Baoyue rarely regrets it in his life, and rarely thinks about what ifs.

But countless times after that, she couldn't help but think that if the person in the Imperial Prayer Province at that time was Master, that woman would definitely not die.

If she hadn't chosen to suppress the realm and desperately hone her cultivation, maybe at that time, her true yuan wouldn't have dried up.

But there are no ifs in this world.

When she woke up again, she was already lying on the bed in the lobby of the Imperial Prayer Province, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the Master's worried face.

She found out later.

It was only a quarter of an hour late.

Less than a quarter of an hour after she passed out, Daqin won a great victory in the border war with Xirong.

And the great priest Lin Shubai, who can travel thousands of miles a day, immediately rushed back to the palace first.

It was only a quarter of an hour late.

She couldn't save the mother who had lost so much blood.

Ying Baoyue woke up on the bed, looking at a baby beside her in a daze.

According to the master who arrived later, when she arrived, the body of the eldest princess was already cold.

But it seems that with the blood and true yuan that she finally crossed, she gave birth to a child with the last trace of strength, and there was no corpse and two lives.

The mother gave up the hope of giving birth to her child.

And the first person this baby saw when he came to this world seemed to be her lying next to the eldest princess of the emperor at that time.

That baby is Yingxun.

Ying Xun is Ying Su's eldest son, sister-in-law, and only son.

I don't know if he was born without a mother, this child has been crying all the time, even if Yingsu goes to hug him, he will cry hoarsely. And I don't know if it's the fledgling effect that just opened her eyes, and she won't cry so much if she puts it next to her.

Obviously she couldn't save his mother.

But in short, because of this, Ying Xun grew up beside her before she was two years old. In order to hide people's eyes, Yingsu found a newborn orphan from elsewhere to raise in his house.

This strange situation lasted until Ying Xun was two years old and she was twelve years old.

That year, she was promoted to rank five.

Become a cultivator of the Divine Dance Realm.

Leave Afang Palace and head to the Great Wall of Eternal Night.

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