"Now, it seems that there is no hope for the young general." Qing'e sighed and tightly held Jinghua's hairpin hand, "Princess, we have to make other plans quickly!"
"My slave, I can see that you are desperate and want to die - but are you really going to give up this great country to others in vain?"
"Since the sergeants can't resist, let's find a way to break into them! We can't - we can't just wait to die, right?"
"What's more," Qing'e said, her eyes turned red, and two lines of tears fell down her cheeks, "Wen Chan died in the hands of their eldest prince, don't you feel bad for me, princess? Don't you want to avenge her?" avenge?"
These words turned Jing Huahan's already uneasy heart upside down.
Wen Chan - Thinking of Wen Chan's death and Jing Hua Hairpin, she felt that she was a weak woman and not worthy of being a princess at all! Not even the maid beside him could protect him!
yes! Since the ending is death, why not try your best to struggle before dying?
Or maybe, if you struggle and struggle, things will turn around again?
A palace maid can be so angry, but as the princess of Dajing, she wants to die! I am really ashamed of my ancestors! I feel ashamed of my mother’s expectations!
"Qing'e, Suri, I only thought you were an ignorant daughter. I never expected that it was me who underestimated you! You are right, we really can't just sit back and wait for death!"
"I am the princess of Dajing! Even if I die, I must die with dignity! I cannot die by suicide! Let alone die without a fight!"
"Even if I die, I have to bring the kings and princes of Beidi to support me!" Jing Huahan raised his head slightly and looked at the window lattice, showing a slight smile, as if he was relieved.
There are some hurdles that feel like a thousand pounds of panic when they are sinking in my heart, but once I plan to take a step, everything becomes so easy.
"There is still no news about the father, the queen, and the queen?"
Qing'e slowly shook her head, "No -"
"Have you met the monarch of Beidi?" After thinking for a moment, Jing Huahan asked Qing'e bitterly.
"No -" Qing'e shook her head again. She felt that she could only shake her head, and her whole body instantly slumped, "I entered the palace at noon yesterday. As soon as I entered the palace, the slaves were escorted to this scene by the guards. Since then, no one has come to Yangdian except for the food delivery person who comes on time and on time."
Jing Huahan nodded thoughtfully, and somehow thought of Yelu Daiqin's figure.
She had to admit that she liked him, so much that she was willing to cut off a piece of skin from her arm just to plant it on his body to prevent him from getting ugly scars.
But then she thought about it, if she had known that he was the Prince of Beidi, she would not have let him get close to her at all!
Therefore, there were always two voices arguing in her heart.
At one moment she felt that she liked him, but at the next moment she felt that she had been deceived!
What she likes is the spice merchant Riasi, not Da Jing’s enemy Beidi Prince Yelu Daiqin!
What's more, when he was in the camp, when Erri and Mu wanted to kill him, he didn't even stop him! What a cruel heart!
Then, if there is no like, there will be no guilt.
There was a layer of condensation in her eyes, and her beautiful phoenix eyes suddenly turned sinister. She sneered, "To capture the thief first, capture the king. It seems that I have to find a chance to meet the King of Beidi——"
Seeing Jing Huahan's face gradually darkening, Qing'e wiped away her tears and said, "Princess, I don't understand, you want to——"
Jing Huahan interrupted Qing'e's words, "Are you and me the only ones in this yard right now?"
"No—and—"
Before Qing'e finished speaking, a "squeak" came from outside.
Jinghua Hairpin looked out of the room warily, Qing'e stood up and said, "Don't be afraid, princess, it must be Aunt Sangma. There are only three of us in this yard."
As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Ma opened the curtain and walked in, her face turned red from the cold.
She breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed her ears, and walked quickly to the charcoal fire with the food box in hand.
The brazier was far away from the bed, so Helian Sangma didn't see Jinghua Hairpin wake up.
While she sat down in front of the brazier and rubbed her hands, she said softly: "I thought your winter in the Central Plains was much warmer than ours in Beidi! I didn't expect it to be so cold even when the sun is out! Miss Qing'e, come over and have a meal!" Today we have pickled pork elbow and fresh fish soup!"
Qing'e smiled softly, Sang Ma was very kind to her. Yesterday, because of the charcoal fire incident, the guards wanted to make things difficult for her. Thanks to Sang Ma's intervention, they were able to avoid the problem.
When they were in the camp, because Sang Ma was from Beidi, Qing'e had a lot of defensiveness and disgust towards her, but now, she was completely gone.
On the contrary, Sang Ma's existence gave her a lot of security and gave her more courage to protect her sick master.
She also understood that people and things in this world are not all black and white. There are always some gray areas that can surprise people at critical moments.
"Auntie, our master is awake." Qing'e smiled and went to get the food box from the charcoal fire.
"Really?" Hearing this, Helian Sangma quickly turned around and looked towards the couch.
Seeing Jing Huahan sitting up and leaning on the brocade pillow and smiling at her, Helian Sangma exclaimed and got up with a bright smile and walked towards the bed.
"What a blessing from the gods and Buddhas! You finally woke up! My maid is worried that if you don't wake up today, I will think of a way to call a doctor for you!"
