Through the mist-covered glass, I could faintly see the snow floating outside the window, and I woke up after a night of sleep with a thin layer of ice on the window lattice. She got out of the bed, put on a woollen coat, walked to the window, wiped the moisture on the window, and the outside world was indeed white, and the roofs of the high and low mountain-like palaces were piled up with a layer of woolly snow, like a thick blanket. The scene gave her a cold run.

But in fact, it was not cold in the room, not only was it not cold, but it was also very warm. The heating is functioning normally, and there is a huge fireplace in the cell area that burns charcoal from day to night, and a comfortable temperature is transmitted through the stone walls, as well as a charcoal stove. However, the jailers were lazy and did not ensure that the charcoal stoves were lit all day and night, and they were only responsible for heating the fireplaces.

After all, this is a prison, and the prisoners are not ordinary prisoners, and those who can enter here are people who used to have a very high status and status, and the kingdom will not let them be treated lowly, because although they are guilty, their status is always noble.

Even if she were to be sentenced to death, no one would be able to change who she was, and what her noble blood was. She was the eldest princess of the kingdom and the daughter of the first king. Yugu's blood flowed in her veins.

During this time in the prison, her hobbies and requirements were respected to the greatest extent, and the warden brought her the designated books, three meals a day, all of which were made by the imperial chef of the inner palace, and the cooks did not forget what she liked to eat, and as a pregnant woman, the details that she needed to take into account in her diet, the cooks also took into account. All the facilities in her room are custom-made according to royal standards. Whatever the usurper intended to do to her, she knew that if she were going to die, he would make her die like a princess rather than a lowly maid.

Recently, she has read a lot of books, many of which she has read before, but most of them are fancy reading, which is not as much as the gain and insight she has gained from diving into reading carefully. She had read the most historical texts, which she had not liked very much before, but now found that the history of the first thousand years since the founding of the kingdom, and the chaotic history of the previous city-states, were very useful knowledge. Ancient history is stained with blood, careerists have provoked wars, slaughtered innocent people, countless soldiers have died on the battlefield, their flesh hollowed out by scavengers, and their dry bones have been weathered and rotted like ancient scrolls. Even in times of peace, careerists never stopped their dark and terrifying schemes, and even the high monks of the White Court were involved in the plan to overthrow the descendants of a holy king, not to mention the inexplicable and complicated relations between the princes of the provinces. Now, in the heyday of Nioh's creation, have the careerists died down? No, they have intensified their conspiracy to kill their own relatives in an unbelievable conspiracy, which is a great rebellion against human morality.

The usurper now sits triumphantly on his throne with a crown on his head and a golden scepter of the dragon's head, and the traitors who have broken their promises follow him in the sacred hall of the Seven Sons. This is the disgrace of the kingdom, the darkest page, and history should be recorded. She didn't know what the historians would write, and the literati complied with Long Jun's request and only added the words that should be written to the long scroll. But history is fair, and even if the crimes of the usurper are temporarily covered up, future generations will dig him up and nail him to the pillar of shame in history.

And what about me? I was called an unruly baby, a noble prostitute, who committed adultery with my father's guards and became pregnant. In this vicious slander, there is the testimony of my personal maid, and I am at a loss to defend it. Perhaps I will also be portrayed by posterity as a degrading dragon species, as the usurper proclaimed and hoped.

Yingshu would not betray her, and she would not believe that Yingshu would make such perjury no matter what. The usurper may have forced Yingshu with extremely cruel punishments...... But she remembers that day vividly.

That day, Qinglian sent her maid Lan Yi over and invited Yingshu to go to the Hundred Gardens to pick dragon sand to weave knots to commemorate the first king, and when the two left, Yingshu said that she would come back before the day, but three hours passed after the day, and she had not seen Yingshu's shadow. At lunch, she sent people to Baihuayuan, but she didn't find Yingshu and Lan Yi, and she was also in the Seven Fragrance Hall of Qinglian, because Qinglian was not there. When she arrived at the tree, accompanied by Qin Yu and Qin Shuo, she went to look for it in person, but still found nothing. Her sisters and the chief steward didn't know where Long Qinglian was.

They seemed to have disappeared from the palace. That's bizarre thing. Behind all the strange things in the palace are hidden secrets. Yingshu may have been beaten into a trick and spoken against her will—but she still couldn't believe that they wouldn't let her live, whether or not she agreed to perjury to frame her master. Yingshu must have been secretly executed.

And I will be charged with a trumped-up crime from now on.

More than 500 years ago, a martyr who had been widowed for many years died on a stone tablet in the downtown area in order to prove her innocence. More than 400 years ago, another monk publicly punished himself in order to prove that he had never and would never break his promise. More than 200 years ago, a noble pregnant woman in Yuanjing could not bear the gossip and jumped from a 50-zhang high cliff with her unborn child, one corpse and two lives, in order to declare her loyalty to her husband's family. Should I do the same, and prove myself with death?

It's not that she hasn't had such thoughts, it's the books that have temporarily soothed the waves in her heart. History has written the deeds of these martyrs, but between the lines is full of grief and indignation, an indictment of an unjust fate. If I die, it will only hurt my relatives and make my enemies happy, and it will only make my innocence harder to be believed by the doubters, and there may be many people who think that I committed suicide in fear of sin, and the usurper will definitely promote it like this. If it were not in the time of despair, who would be willing to give up his life, and if he gave up his life, how could he take revenge?

In fact, it's not just revenge, it's a war of justice. History is like this, endless cycles: the moon drives out the sun, night replaces day, but the light that sweeps away the gloom will eventually reappear.

So she decided to stay as calm as possible and live until the birth of the baby in her womb. Even if she is guilty, her child is innocent. It was a boy who had not yet left his mother's belly, but she loved him so much that she longed for him to come and recognize him as he was.

Thinking of the boy, she thought of Purple Star more than once. And every time she thought of her dear purple star, her heart shattered into pieces. I often cry about this in the lonely night, and many times I wake up with tears on my pillow, the loss of a loved one is so painful, how can anyone in the world be cruel enough to kill a direct relative?

She heard from the jailer the day before yesterday that the dragon god was absent on the day of the dragon's face. She was shocked, but felt it should be reasonable. The usurper was preoccupied with the centennial celebration, for which she lost her loved ones and was imprisoned for a crime that did not exist. But fate is so good at mockery, and the dragon god punished his spokesman in the surface world in a special way. False spokespersons.

Now the only one who can come here to see her is the third sister Qinglian, and Su Yun can't get permission. But Qinglian can't come often, she is obviously restricted, she came three times before and after, and the last two times brought her a lot of news, so that she can roughly understand what is going on in the outside world in the prison where information is basically closed.

The jailers respected her, but it was risky to tell her the news, and if anyone was found to have brought her an inopportune word, what awaited them was to move their heads.

Most of the news that Qinglian brought was bad news. More than 100,000 troops surrounded the royal capital, and none of the princes who had sworn allegiance to the previous king came forward to administer justice; the nomadic tide was far from over, and the Palm Forest City was still in the hands of the barbarians; the giants on the Sudara Plateau had descended from the mountain; heretics began to pop up all over the dragon city, and some even openly preached the teachings of the alien gods, and the influence of the three-armed demon cult in Karaz in the Snake City was increasing; the Eight Guards of the Sword almost ceased to exist, Wan Cheng and Guo Xuan were dead, and Tian Pan and Duan Zhenyue were thrown into prison; a black killer caused a series of bloody cases in the royal capital, and the victims included Yuan Fa, a high monk of the Iron Fist Temple; the younger sister Biyue has not been allowed to visit so far, and no one knows what happened to her now...... This is a turbulent time, and the most chaotic moment in the Kingdom's thousand-year history is coming. Maybe it's already here.

But there is also good news, to her surprise, Yu Jian is still alive. Qinglian wrote this shocking secret in the palm of her hand. But then she learned that Yu Jian's young attendant had accepted the chariot. It tingled in her heart. She also knew that her husband's family wanted to see her, but her mother-in-law refused several times. This is natural, and the usurper may not want her life, but he will never allow her to leave the prison alive.

Maybe there would be a war soon, she thought, and that wasn't what she wanted to see. War was always put last by her. The failure of the Spirit Dragon to appear at the top of the Holy Mountain would shake the Dragon Monarch's rule. She knew her father-in-law very well, Qin Wei was loyal to her father, and would be very angry at Long Chengtian's seizure of the throne, and once the war with the barbarians was over, he would consider the possibility of having his army turn around and come towards the dragon.

and her husband, Qin Ming.

She remembered the night Qin Ming came back from the dragon wall, they were in love on the warm feather bed, and it was that night that he made her pregnant and become a mother. It's his seed, not someone else's. He loves me, and I am his wife, his woman, and my legs are open only for him.

Qin Ming would definitely try to rush to the dragon for the sake of his favorite wife. She believed that when the big iron gate not far away opened, her husband would rush towards her from there and pull her out of the sea of misery. She caressed her bulging belly, their son would come into the world in the near future, his mother's pregnancy had been spent in great suffering, and he would surely become a strong man in the future, and he would overcome all setbacks and pains.

He will be my pride. Our.