"Niangniang's body and bones, it's really about to die, Your Highness, don't be obsessed anymore."

As the fragrant words fell, as if to confirm it, He Yan coughed vigorously.

A mouthful of black blood spat out of her mouth.

After Hanxiang saw it, her red pupils shrank hard, and she hurriedly leaned over to hug her, caressing her chest for her: "Niangniang, Niangniang, how are you?" Mother, are you feeling better now? Sissy"

He Yan leaned on the bed with a weak face, and her sickly face could not be found at all.

She closed her eyes, and her voice seemed to be ten years old in this moment.

Weak and weak, he spoke: "Yanyin, I know you hate me." I can't say anything I've done to you, even I can't figure it out myself. I know that now, even these things are pale and powerless, and in front of you, it has become me defending myself. I don't blame you, it's all my own doing, maybe I used it the wrong way from the beginning. Princess Rongle is right, a mistake is a mistake, it has reached the moment when it is difficult to recover, and it is useless to regret it. ”

But if you really talk about regretting it.

He Yan smiled with relief again.

She didn't think she would regret it.

If you can do it all over again, even if you know that Yan Yiyi's reminder to her is right.

Her behavior was wrong, but she would do it anyway.

Not for anything else, but for

Her purpose was achieved.

Even in the face of her situation, her son, looking at her, has no reluctance, those eyes that are desperate and desperate, as if they are as cold as a layer of ice.

No one can enter his heart.

At the same time, she is also included.

Her heart hurts, but isn't that what she wants to see?

Seeing such a son, he is already developing to the place she wants, but why

But she wasn't happy at all.

She opened her eyes and looked at Yan Yin not far away.

Over the years, he only knew how to increase his burden and cultivate him to become a cold-blooded and cold-hearted person, but he neglected it, and he was only seven years old.

Seven years old.

What a young child, now, he has a maturity that even adults can't reach

Yan Yin was silent for a long time, and during this period of silence, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Facing the eyes that He Yan had seen, his eyes facing each other.

Yan Yin suddenly smiled at her.

This smile was like the melting of winter snow in ten thousand layers, and even He Yan herself was in a trance when she saw it.

Yin'er him

At this moment, Yan Yin's face no longer has the coldness that seems to be a thousand-layer winter snow pavement, the indifferent aura around her body is like the rejuvenation of the earth, and her clear face has regained some popularity.

Seeing such a transformation, he was happiest than Hanxiang.

Then there was He Yan, who looked at her son in disbelief.

Yin'er, he, he, is he forgiving himself?

Hanxiang stepped forward happily and walked in front of Yan Yin: "Niangniang, the slave maid said, the slave maid said that Niangniang did this for the good of His Highness, how could His Highness hate Niangniang." Niangniang, you see, Your Highness still has you in his heart, and His Highness is still worried that you will remember you. ”

If she had known that Her Royal Highness would be so easy to let go, she would have stopped listening to Niangniang and His Highness, so that there would not be so many misunderstandings between His Highness and Niangniang, and those minions of Zhongcui Palace would not all die

However, Hanxiang's joy did not last long.

Suddenly—

I only heard a "poof-" sound.

A sharp weapon, a sound inserted into the flesh.

"Hanxiang!!"