The little beggar's face turned pale, and his lower lip was bitten, leaving streaks of bright red.
After a while, she lowered her eyes, raised the corners of her lips, and said with a sarcastic tone, "I am just an orphan without a father or a mother. How can I be lucky enough to be related to the noble Shen family?"
Fu Beixian looked at her carefully and said in surprise, "Hey, her eyes look like a person..."
The little beggar was startled and quickly lowered his eyes.
Su Ruotang looked at Fu Beixian: "You also think she looks familiar?"
Fu Beixian scratched his head: "I just can't remember where I've seen him before."
After listening to the two words, the little beggar lowered his head.
Her thin yellow fingers were tightly grasping the corners of the quilt, and her back was soaked with cold sweat without even realizing it.
Su Ruotang looked at the little beggar's increasingly pale face, tugged on Mo Ronyan's sleeves, and succinctly said, "I wasn't poisoned to death, but I was scared to death by you first."
The fat rabbit on the bracelet swayed slightly with her movements.
Mo Ronyan stopped tapping on the table and glanced at the third prince who was raking the table. His eyes were unwavering, like a ruthless ice sculpture.
He curled his fingers with clear joints and flicked the fat rabbit carelessly. His thin lips overflowed with a cool tone, "Third Princess, she was scared by you."
The third princess?
The little beggar was startled, subconsciously glanced at Su Ruotang and then looked away.
The handsome and noble man next to her is the third prince most favored by Emperor Wu Shun!
The other two people should be the second prince who has been frail and sick since childhood, and Fu Beixian, the adopted son of General Liu Hao.
The four of them are all opponents of the Queen.
Thinking of this, her eyes trembled, and the color in her eyes flickered.
Su Ruotang didn't seem to see the look the little beggar gave her, and her delicate brows furrowed, "No sense of responsibility at all."
Mo Ronyan glanced at the third prince's concubine, the corner of his mouth curved in a secretive way, and slowly spilled out a few words, "She should be Shen Ran's illegitimate daughter."
After he finished speaking, the expressions of the other four people in the room changed drastically.
The illegitimate daughter of Dali Temple Qing Shen Ran?
Fu Beixian's expression was a little cracked.
My cousin-in-law saved an enemy for herself?
Mo Ronyan's tone was still casual: "Her mother should be Hanshuang, the Qinghuan who was the most beautiful woman in the capital twelve years ago."
Hanshuang, who danced all over the city twelve years ago, became the goddess in the hearts of many princes, grandsons and nobles.
Many princes, grandsons and nobles spent huge sums of money on her just to see her dance.
But half a year later, he disappeared inexplicably.
The little beggar bit his lower lip suddenly, and his vision gradually became blurred.
The sky-blue bedding is gradually smeared with dark colors.
Drop by drop...
Mo Jinming said thoughtfully: "Hanshuang didn't disappear, but was raised by Liu Hao in the backyard?"
"No! Not really!"
The little beggar suddenly raised his eyes, bit his lower lip and roared.
"Huh?" Mo Jinming's voice rose slightly.
The little beggar bit his lower lip, tears falling heavily, his body trembling and unable to speak.
Su Ruotang poked Mo Rong Yangui's cold white wrist bone and whispered: "Her mother was forced."
Beautiful girls, if they have no power, will only become the spoils of the powerful.
This kind of situation was not uncommon in previous lives, not to mention the ancient times when people were divided into three, six or nine classes.
Fu Beixian reacted and took a breath of air, "Liu Hao didn't marry for five years after his wife died. Fortunately, I put aside my political bias and thought he was a dedicated and good man!"
“I didn’t expect that he was actually a scumbag!”
Mo Ronyan looked at the little beggar's tears that kept falling, impatience flashed in his eyes, and his voice became colder and colder, "If you keep crying, get out."
The little beggar trembled and wiped the tears from his face in a panic.
Su Ruotang's slender and delicate wrist held her chin and sighed, "Tsk, tsk, I really don't know how to show mercy to women."
Mo Ronyan sat up straight and looked at her quietly.
Su Ruotang felt guilty when he saw her, and his inner thoughts that she didn't want to face seemed to be seen through by his cold eyes.
She looked away, unsure and unsure, "What are you looking at? Isn't it?"
Mo Ronyan's eyes paused at her slender and graceful swan neck, and a plain syllable escaped from his throat, "Yes."
Su Ruotang: "???"
What does this mean, dog man?
Admit that you don’t know how to be compassionate?
Mo Jinming looked at the little beggar, and his gentle voice was filled with indifference that would make people thousands of miles away, "Do you want to collect your mother's body?"
The little beggar looked up at Mo Jinming in disbelief, his eyes trembling, "Can I still help my mother collect the body?"
"I will send someone to take you to the mass grave soon, but whether your mother's body can be found depends on God's will."
The little beggar propped himself up on the bed, knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully, "My little lady has nothing to repay for your kindness. I am willing to work as a cow or a horse to serve you."
Fu Beixian refused directly: "Don't serve me, I don't need anyone to serve me."
The little beggar's face suddenly turned pale, and he twisted his clothes uneasily.
Mo Jinming said calmly: "We'll talk about it after you get well."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
...
Just when Mo Jinming sent someone to take the little beggar to find her mother's body, a young girl slowly walked into the laundry room in the backyard of the Su Mansion.
She stood in the corner and looked ahead quietly.
"Help me wash this dress." The boy guarding the backyard threw the clothes in his hands on the head of the shabby woman.
Mrs. Zhang pulled off the clothes covering her head and threw them to the ground. She looked up at the janitor who once knelt down when he saw her. "You bastard, do you deserve me to wash your clothes?"
The gatekeeper's face suddenly turned ferocious, he grabbed Ms. Zhang's hair and said viciously: "Do you still think you are the mistress of the Prime Minister's Mansion?"
"You are now a concubine who is worse than a servant! If you piss me off, believe it or not, I will beat you to death, and the Prime Minister will not care!"
Zhang's scalp was in severe pain from being pulled. She bit the boy on the arm, kicked and hit him, "Let me go!"
The boy was in pain and slapped Mr. Zhang on the face, "Bitch, I'll kill you!"
As he said that, he kicked Zhang.
