Thunder roared in waves, and pale lightning crossed the window and reflected on a face that looked pale with pain.
The woman clutched the blanket underneath her tightly, the veins in her wrists rising faintly from the exertion.
Amid the tragic sound, a wailing child's cry finally resounded through the rainy night.
The old woman on the side wrapped the newly born baby in brocade cloth and handed it to the woman, beaming with joy.
"Girl, it's a boy..."
The woman reached out and caressed the child's tender face. Listening to the clear and loud cries, a smile barely appeared on her pale face.
He weakly propped himself up and took the baby from the old woman's hand. The woman's eyes were full of softness at this moment.
After holding the child for a long time, the woman whispered.
"Take him away..."
Although she had given instructions long ago, the woman's tired face still showed sadness, her delicate body was trembling slightly, and her eyes were red.
The old woman's cloudy eyes were slightly moist, and her lips were trembling slightly as she was about to hug the baby.
At this time, a hoarse and low voice slowly sounded outside.
"My maid, Sumei, is a poor young lady with a poor family background. You are deliberately trying to seduce the emperor and mess with our Tang Dynasty bloodline. Your crime... must be punished."
The old woman turned around in panic and saw the door suddenly opened. A stalwart figure stood outside the door with his hands behind his back, and the shadow beneath him was long pulled into the room with the pale light of lightning.
Hat, blue coat, iron mask.
"Bad people..."
The old woman cried out in panic, her face completely drained of color.
The woman in palace clothes looked at the figure outside the door in confusion, and laughed in a low voice: "Do we have to kill them all..."
The visitor just looked at the woman in palace attire with his hands behind his back, neither sad nor happy, and sneered.
Then the old woman only felt her eyes flash, and the man in the iron mask had already arrived in front of her.
The old woman was frightened and stepped back suddenly, protecting the mother and son. Just when she was about to stand up and resist, she felt a huge pressure coming down on her.
Keeping her motionless.
The woman in palace clothes understood that her life was lost. She looked at the baby in her hand for a long time, then slowly raised her head and pleaded in a low voice to the man in iron mask: "The queen cannot tolerate the lives of my mother and son, but mama is just an outsider. Please Sir, please be patient..."
The old woman turned her head and looked moved, only to see the woman in palace clothes smiling miserably at her, "I am the one who has caused trouble for grandma..."
Blue clothes fluttered in front of them, and the man in iron mask suddenly reached out and sucked the child in his arms into his hands, and then two white silk ribbons were thrown in front of the two of them.
The woman in palace clothes was struggling to get up, but a surging pressure was pressing down on her like a thousand pounds of force, and the hoarse and low voice of the man in the iron mask sounded coldly.
"Although the queen wants to kill you, I promise that this son will live."
There was thunder outside the door, and the old woman raised her head in horror: "You...you are a bad handsome man!"
The man in iron mask hugged the child and turned towards the door, saying slowly: "If you two die, he will live. Otherwise... both of them will die."
The woman looked at the back of the bad handsome man holding the child, then looked at the old woman and hesitated.
The old woman's face wrinkled and she smiled: "Girl, don't worry. If there is a bad handsome man to guarantee it, no one can hurt the baby except the Holy One... I should have died a long time ago..."
Under the silent gaze of the woman in palace attire, Bai Ling was put on the rafter. The old woman smiled calmly at her and said, "Girl, I'll take the first step."
The woman in palace attire looked at the figure who had walked out of the door, stood up and put the white silk that belonged to her on the beam, and smiled brightly.
Two hanging figures in the room swayed slightly in the constantly flashing bright colors.
The bad handsome man in the rain curtain outside blocked the raindrops around him, pushed aside the brocade cloth on the child's face, and looked at the sleeping child in his arms.
"Since I promise, you can live."
