Just when she imagined this scene happening, the big iron gate not far away made a "squeak" sound, she was surprised and delighted, she didn't expect the dream to come true so soon, and her husband rushed to the royal capital so quickly.

The sound of uniform footsteps shattered her illusions and pulled her out of the virtual world. She tightened the robe on her chest, gently stroked her abdomen, and sat on the edge of the bed. The rhythmic footsteps are the characteristic tone of the jailer's walking. She saw a familiar face appear in the window of the cell door, followed by the jailer, and judging by the footsteps, there were four.

Xia Ye's son, Xia Quan. Oh, now she should call him Lord Dianzheng, Qinglian has already told him all the candidates for the new cabinet, and the list is not strange to her at all, it is all expected.

"Eldest princess, it's really nice to see you full of energy. A smile spread from the bridge of his nose to his entire face, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

She looked at the new pawn with a blank face, not responding to his false politeness. Xia Quan climbed to high office after his father's death, and the usurper would not allow an outsider to participate in his authority. The son of Xia Lao was undoubtedly partly involved in the conspiracy. Previously, she thought that he was a noble and upright person, and he had a reputation for not being close to women and not loving wealth. Today's canonical purple and gold crown is a remarkable irony of those good names.

A lot of people are wearing a mask. They show their true colors well and hide their true colors well, and they act quietly and secretly to plot treacherous schemes. The world can only see the disguise they are willing to show, and they have no way of knowing the dark hearts and deeds in private. This is a part of history that may not be accurately recorded. There are many, many things that cannot be reflected in history.

The meanness of the person in front of her was far more than she imagined. But anger is only in her heart, not on her face. Learning to control her emotions was a new skill she learned in prison.

"Nioh's eldest princess, I am honored to bring you news from Your Great Majesty. "She is no longer the eldest princess of the kingdom, and now that the world has changed time and power, she is just the eldest princess of the previous king. Xia Quan looked at her talking eyes, as if he had read something from them, his face became very unnatural, and then his tone gradually became stern. "The crime you committed was unanimously recognized by Your Majesty and the Cabinet as very serious and caused great harm to the Kingdom, so Your Majesty and the Cabinet unanimously agreed to your conviction. ”

He leaned his face closer to make sure his expression was really visible to her, the window casting a shadow of excitement on his face. "You will spend the rest of your life in this prison, if the child in your womb can be born successfully, then he will become the adopted son of the eldest princess, you should be grateful for the grace of Your Majesty, although the child is a wild seed, it is a proof of immorality, but after all, there is also royal blood, because of this, Your Majesty is willing to forgive the stain on his bloodline. With that, his face was filled with vengeful pleasure, and the bridge of his nose seemed to have split in half with excitement. Like a rotten orange that has been cut. "I will visit you often and hope you enjoy your stay here. ”

But his face immediately showed a look of disappointment again, and it turned from disappointment to annoyance. Because he didn't see the impact of this sentence on the former eldest princess at all. She sat there quietly, with a serene posture and a calm expression, as if what he said had nothing to do with her.

She acted like the one in jail was him, not her.

They deprived her of the throne, deprived her of her freedom, and also intended to deprive her of her son. Long Dailan had already been mentally prepared for such a verdict. She wants to be free, she wants to keep her children, and she can only wait for the outbreak of the war that she least wants to see.

The current eldest princess, Long Lu, is the first child of Gu Zhilan, the daughter of the usurper and the former Sihu Gu Zheng, who is nineteen years old this year, and married Yuan Zhengkang, the eldest son of Yuan Dawei, the governor of Baihua Province, two years ago. All the usurpers were daughters, not a son. Long Dailan and Long Lu have a good relationship in private, she is a very docile woman, her personality is very similar to Su Yun, if her child has to be handed over to Long Lu in the future, it may not be the worst outcome.

Her verdict does not need to be read out by Lord Dianzheng himself, and the criminal court can appoint an official at will. Lord Dianzheng personally went out to the horse, most likely hoping to see her frustrated and taste a different kind of pleasure. But she was determined not to let him get his wish.

So when Lord Norimasa saw that the former eldest princess, who had just been sentenced to permanent imprisonment, he actually pulled out a book from the bookshelf next to the bed, and sat there and read it with relish. She deliberately held up the cover of the book so he could see it. The title of the book is written on it: "The Essentials for Boxers to Strengthen Personal Cultivation".

She announced the end of the brief meeting, and she had nothing more to say to him. He's not popular with her here. He was the master of the prison, but at least in this cell, she was the master. Master Norimasa did not linger any longer, his cracked face vanished from the window, and the sound of heavy footsteps sounded rapidly, metal pounding stones, stamping on stones, and he walked in a hurry. He did not get what he wanted, he came with the pride of a victorious general, and when he left, he fled like a vanquished. To him, she was like a rock, hard to gnaw.

After the footsteps died down, the dungeon returned to silence. Although the treatment is good, it is a prison cell after all, and the most thing that accompanies her in a day is this deathly silence. There were few visitors, except for the jailer who delivered the food and was the jailer who added charcoal, and she could ring a bell behind the door and call the jailer on call to provide her with limited services. If it were the third or fourth sister, she might have been shaking the bell all day long, making non-stop noise, and driving the jailer crazy until the rattle was removed. She couldn't help but wonder if the fourth sister was also imprisoned in a certain cell, would the guards also arrange a rattle?

She did have that impulse. It's not easy to endure loneliness, especially when you think it's loneliness that will drain you for the rest of your life. If you don't have a book in your hand, you will hold the rattle.

The snow outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, the goose feather snow is fluttering, the royal palace is about to become a palace of ice sculptures, icicles several feet long will hang down from the cornices, the clear lotus pond and the breeze lake will form thick ice blocks, and the courtyards of the Qingfeng Hall, the Changfu Hall, the Seven Incense Hall, the Peace Hall and the Yingwu Hall will be covered in snow and thick slush. The snow season brings a harsh winter, and heavy snow will envelop the city and most of the country, and the days will be short, the nights will be long, and the whole country will already be in the middle of a harsh winter and darkness. She suddenly realized that there was no winter harvest and no miracles this year. Will the people of the city lament that they have lost the protection of the gods? they will, and they will seek the cause of such a catastrophe. Then she remembered with annoyance the rumors that had been circulating since her father was still alive: the Dragon King had lost his divine favor. Now it looks like that's exactly what it looks like. The usurper, though cruel and clever enough, would also think of taking advantage of this and blaming all this disaster on her father. Behold, a daughter is disabled, a daughter is deformed, a son falls to his death, a daughter commits adultery after marriage, and he himself dies of a strange disease. This is simply ironclad proof of God's cold reception.

In this way, even if the dragon god is absent from the day of the dragon's face, what does it have to do with the usurper?

Worry instantly covered her like fresh snow, making her feel cold. She grew colder during the long period of boredom, and it wasn't until she ate the lunch brought by the jailer that she felt warmer. But then there was an endless silence, as dark as darkness, as quiet as death. Only her troubled worries remained, boiling like a river and a sea. Not even books could calm her down at the moment.

So she threw away the scroll and reached for the rattle.

The sound of metal hitting stones came from far to near, and a head with one of its eyebrows off appeared in the window, looking at her inquiringly, waiting for her "instructions". But she didn't have any instructions, and she didn't even know why she was calling him. She just wanted to shake the bell and make some noise.

"Nioh's eldest princess, what do you want?" he looked a little uneasy, neither of them wanted to make a mistake, let alone bear the consequences of a mistake.

"I want a bowl of hot ginger soup. She made a casual request.

"As you wish. "The sound of metal striking stones, from near to far, until they were no longer heard.

It suddenly occurred to her that it was a good thing to wait for something. Yes, life should always have expectations. As a child, she looked forward to growing up and becoming a knowledgeable bachelor. As she grew older, she looked forward to marrying a handsome and talented husband in the future, because her father had told her fate so much, and she had no objection. After being married, she is looking forward to conceiving a child as soon as possible, and she wants to be a mother and not just a wife. After knowing that she was pregnant with a child, she looked forward to his early birth. During her father's illness, she looked forward to his speedy recovery and regaining control over his people and kingdom. And now, what she's looking forward to...... Only rattles.

The sound of the rattle, and the attendant waiting. It made her feel like she was still alive, not a walking corpse about to rot in this prison. She could have pretended to be unmoved before Xia Quan, she had already guessed how difficult her fate would be, but when the verdict was announced, she found that she was so vulnerable, not as strong as she had thought, and others had thought.

Metal strikes stones, tramples. Here it comes. He returned, with her hot ginger soup and her hope. The metal struck the stone, trampling on it, breaking the dead silence lest she ring the bell again.

A rattle that pinned her disillusioned hopes.

The face appeared in the window again, and she felt it in her afterglow, but she knew that she didn't want hot ginger soup. So she ignored the jailer, thinking in her mind what the next "instruction" should be. It's difficult, what do you want? A glass of wine, or a copy of The Legend of the Gods of the Sun?

"Young lady. The jailer called out to her in a whisper, the voice ......

No, she looked up and looked out the window. In the shadows was a face of surprise and longing, young and handsome, her breathing had almost stopped, what kind of jailer was this? she never thought she would see him here, the third son of the king of Moro, Tanyuko, and her suitor, who chased him from the tower of the Golden Castle to the dungeon of the dragon, Prince Zaima.