Chapter 001: Too Foolish and Naive (1 / 2)

The snow was heavy and silver.

King Zhongyong’s residence.

Inside a broken house in the backyard, there was only a half-used and half-new dragon and phoenix wedding candle burning.

The cold wind pierced through the window pane like an ice skateboard and scraped into the house, cutting into Mu Ziyan’s thin body one by one.

Sister Cui, who was freezing on the side, rubbed her hands together and huffed, looking worriedly at her master, who had already frozen her hands and feet numb.

“Your Highness, Little Shizi,” Sister Cui’s eyes were overflowing with tears, her frozen and swollen hands trembling as she probed over, afraid that the master in front of her would lose her breath like this.

Mu Zi Yan slowly turned her eyes at this time, stared at the swaying red candle and blinked, her dry cracked lips pursed shallowly, her heart ached and swelled, she forcefully pressed down the fishy sweetness between her roars and calmly opened her lips.

He didn’t speak for a long time, and his voice became hoarse, “You can do it.”

“Your Highness, the old slave has already sent people, and the matter will definitely be accomplished tonight.” Sister Cui gritted her teeth and responded, her eyes crossing a smear of killing intent.

Mu Zi Yan trembled and curled up her hand, her ten fingers had long been frozen, the dried blood all over her hand stung her eyes, the corners of her eyes were sour and unbearable, she clenched into a fist, her nails embedded in her palm, the pain was spreading but forcing her to gradually come to her senses.

She slowly got up from the chair, dressed in a plain coat, with only a watery jade hairpin in her hair, she gradually loosened her hand and raised her hand to stroke the hairpin, her eyes bursting out with a piercingly cold light.

Sister Cui stood quietly at her side, her heart already dead.

Mu Zi Yan stepped out of the house in slow steps and stood in the courtyard, the soles of her feet stepping on the thick white snow, making a creaking sound.

She just stood still with the center, letting the wind and snow scrape her gaunt cheeks, her delicate skin was red from the cold, and she looked straight ahead as if she were an ice sculpture, as if she was waiting for someone.

Sister Cui waited next to her, her lips frozen purple, but she did not say a word.

I don’t know how long it took, but heavy footsteps came from the distance until the courtyard door was kicked open and an upright figure walked in briskly.

Her face was frighteningly calm as that one hand pinched the nape of her neck.

Through the pair of dark eyes in front of her, she could not wait to dig out his heart to see how dark it was that she could freeze her own son to death.

“Bitch,” a low, angry growl pierced her heart like a sword.

“Haha” Mu Zi Yan laughed indulgently, only to feel that the throat overflowed with fishy sweetness, and gradually ran out of breath.

“Your Highness,” Sister Cui rushed forward to block the way, but was kicked out of the room, breaking her spirit on the spot.

Mu Zi Yan’s eyes finally shed tears, tears that she thought she had long since dried up while holding the frozen Lin’er.

She raised her right hand to tighten her grip on the demonic claw that held her throat, and her hand hidden within her left sleeve clutched the dagger and plunged it into him with a desperate last breath.

“Seek death,” came another roar, and she was thrown out of the way by him with such force that her body flew out with that force and fell heavily onto the snow.

She propped up her body with both hands, the blood spilling from the corners of her mouth dripped down on the white snow, seeming like a proudly blossoming red plum, forlorn and lonely.

She coldly looked at the eyes that were full of anger and shouted at the snowy sky, “Lin’er, mother has avenged you, Lin’er, mother will come to accompany you.”

With a jerk she rose from the ground, she rushed to the side of the tree, but her arm was grabbed and she was thrown to the ground once more, the water jade hairpin slipping from her hair bun, she crawled on the snow to grab it and carefully cradled it in her arms, only to have her jaw pinched up hard, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“You caused the Empress Mother to slip and not be able to have an heir in the future, I will not allow you to die so easily.” He disregarded the knife stabbed in his body, instead staring at her with indignation, “This king will make you accompany that child to the grave.”

“Haha” Mu Zi Yan laughed so hard that her heart throbbed, “burial, Leng Hanfeng, you want me to bury her child, that Lin’er, he is your own son, you even for her to Lin’er’s one sentence of dislike, you let Lin’er kneel in the snow for a whole night, Lin’er is only three years old ah how can you bear to tiger venom does not eat the children ah! “

When she watched that small figure buried by the snow, raw frozen to death in the snow, she has long been heart dead, but also to the cold cold peak of all thoughts, blame only blame her eyesight, the wrong jackal as a good match, only to end up in such a situation.

“Lin’er is innocent,” Mu Zi Yan’s eyes overflowed with hatred, “Leng Hanfeng, if there is a next life, I will make you this pair of dogs shall not have a good death.”

The hairpin in her hand had been inserted into her heart, a treasure given to her by Lin’er.

Lin, I’m here to keep you company.

Leng Hanfeng looked at Mu Zi Yan, who had fallen down softly, and pinched the hand on her jaw to loosen it, his handsome face was coated with a layer of unwillingness and indignation, and his sharp eyes looked at the red candles burning on the long case in the room.

It was when he married her.