Chapter 3: Waste, She Never Was There
The armor on their bodies has a unique symbol, symbolizing that they are from a military background.
As the two of them walked forward, there were sparse footsteps around them, and there were invisible but sharp eyes staring.
In an instant, in this quiet courtyard, there are many dangers in the dark.
The mother-in-law still looked indifferent on the surface, and the hand that had already been released from Fenghua's ears and placed on her shoulder was a little heavy. This has never been the case before.
Glancing at Fenghua kindly, a hand knife fell, slashing at the neck of Fenghua, who was about to see the excitement.
Depressed again, he pulled the corners of his mouth, but he was also very cooperative, and he 'fainted' and fell softly into his mother-in-law's arms.
"I've been hiding for thirteen years, and there are some things that should be let him know, right? There are responsibilities that he has to shoulder. Looking at Fenghua, who fainted at just a light touch, there was a deep groan with a sigh in the carriage, and although the voice was small, the words seemed to be in the ear.
"Prime Minister, you're not dead yet." When she raised her head and looked at the carriage, her mother-in-law's eyes were full of monstrous killing intent.
"As you can see, it's fine. Now there are only two years left before the sixteen-year covenant, in order to protect the livelihood of my Beitian people, he, as the only heir of the Beitian King, should fulfill his promise. The people in the carriage were unhurried, but with a hint of oppression.
"Get out!" The mother-in-law angrily stepped on the ground, the guards on the periphery coughed and vomited blood, and the luxurious carriage was still unharmed despite being mired in the mud.
"I'll just give you, a quarter of an hour." Facing the mother-in-law who was walking inside, the people in the carriage did not stop her, but gave a deadline.
Returning to the simple but warm little room, the mother-in-law gently touched Fenghua's cheeks, her eyes were full of reluctance and love, and she hugged her gently, her eyes were resolute, and a wisp of murderous aura flashed, but she was accurately caught by Fenghua.
"Mother-in-law, or should I call you Grandma?" Reaching out and grabbing the corner of the clothes that was about to leave, Fenghua opened his eyes suddenly, without a trace of dazedness, and his voice was full of determination.
The sentence "...... you" made her mother-in-law's body stiffen suddenly, and through the mask of the ghost crying, an incredible light burst out in her eyes looking at Fenghua.
"I'll go to the imperial capital with him." Spread out his palms, intertwined his fingers with his grandmother's withered fingers, ten fingers, and hung the hat on his head crookedly, still with that casual appearance, but there was a firmness and a look called pride and confidence in his eyes.
"Okay." At that moment, the mother-in-law's vision blurred for a while, as if she saw her husband for the first time many years ago, and as if she saw the son who was called a genius, but her eyes were withdrawn again, and in front of her was the child she held in the palm of her hand, a child who had been treated unfairly since birth. But, I don't know how, I responded to her request.
Suddenly, he followed and got into the car.
The wheels are rolling all the way, and it is destined to embark on a fateful trajectory.
Three years of time, accompanied by day and night, the dilapidated body, once even wanted to give up on himself, but in confusion saw his grandmother who was full of green hair and turned gray overnight.
She hopes that she will be safe for the rest of her life, so that she will be well.
Since someone has to deprive her of the last shred of peace, then she will turn the world upside down!
Waste, she never was.