In the autumn of the twenty-third year of Huining, a defeated leaf was pressed on the begonia tree in Chongyang Palace.

The sky was overcast, and the withered leaves fell to the ground when the cold wind blew, and the squirming was hidden under Song Chu'an's skirt.

Today, there was a commotion in the court, Song Changfeng, the head of the household, was dismissed, his eldest son Song Ting was exiled because of his father's request, and the second son was dragged out by the forest rangers and beheaded because of greed.

Song Chu'an stood under the dead tree, no emotion could be seen on his delicate face, his long eyelashes drooped, and a line of light tears quietly slipped down the back of his hand.

"Mother." The palace maid Chunlai couldn't help but call out to her, her eyes full of worry.

Song Chu'an was unmoved, she couldn't remember how long she hadn't cried, the white clouds and dogs were impermanent, and at this moment she didn't seem to know who she was crying for, whether it was for her dead brother or her imprisoned father, or for her scribbled life.

Song Chu'an entered the palace at the age of fourteen, and it has only been two years now, and their Song family has changed from a powerful minister to a subordinate prisoner who can be bullied by everyone.

"Chunlai, this palace has arranged a remote errand for you, and after I die, you will go out of the palace to serve the old lady, and a kind person like her will naturally not embarrass you."

Song Chu'an's voice was smooth and he couldn't hear anything abnormal, as if he usually spoke with Chunlai, and arranged things behind her unhurriedly.

Chunlai cried out of breath when he heard this, and knelt beside Song Chu'an: "The slave and maid are not going anywhere, the slave and maid have followed the mother for so many years, and they have long secretly sworn that they are born as Niangniang's people, and they are Niangniang's ghosts when they die." ”

Song Chu'an looked at Chunlai who was kneeling aside, and an indescribable emotion instantly surged in her heart, when she arrived at the Song family, Chunlai had always been by her side, and she had no sisters and had long regarded Chunlai as her own sister.

The past poured out like a flood, Song Chu'an finally stretched out his hand, and he couldn't bear to help Chunlai, but before she could walk in front of Chunlai, a heat first gathered in her chest, and then there was a colic in her abdomen, and she collapsed to the ground when her legs were weak.

Chunlai was taken aback when he saw this situation, and he couldn't care about the tears on his face and crawled to Song Chu'an's side, crying loudly: "Niangniang! What's wrong with you, mother! Doctor! The slave is going to Xuan Taiyi! ”

Song Chu'an clutched her chest, blood spurted out suddenly, and the fishy sweet smell made her droop and close her eyes.

Song Chu'an suddenly thought of the things sent from the dining room today, but she didn't understand, obviously the emperor came to tell her yesterday that the affairs of the Song family could not affect the concubine, and she was still the lady concubine in the palace.

Song Chu'an's legs were weak, and he could only feel the pain of his internal organs in the blank space of his brain. It was still pitch black in front of her, but she could vaguely hear footsteps not far away, but before she could react, there was a sharp pain in her scalp.

Someone grabbed her hair fiercely as if to say something, but the sharp pain on her body made Song Chuan unconscious, and only the tip of her nose could faintly smell the familiar incense of the person next to her.

There are still people in this palace who refuse to let her go.

Song Chuan held on to his last breath

"Spring ......"

"Stay alive ......"

The body fell heavily, and the surroundings were pitch black, Song Chu'an's consciousness began to blur, and she ...... Is this going to die?

The sound in her ears gradually disappeared, she struggled to open her eyes, a little doll was born in the skylight, and was not raised by her mother until she was six years old before she was sent to the countryside Zhuangzi by the Taoist priest with a sentence "I am afraid that the young lady's life is the same as the second son", the little doll had to rely on the nurse for her life, and the nurse was frozen to death in order to beg for food for her in the cold winter.

After the death of the wet nurse, she was taken back to her home, but before she could get to know her relatives at home, she was sent to the palace to become a concubine.

Song Chu'an has never lived a good life since he was born in his life, and so far he strayed into the palace gate and his family was ruined.

"Come on, Concubine Niangniang committed suicide by taking poison!"