After being forced to marry as a substitute, I became famous in the limbo

Chapter 73 No.60 Nine Supported by Hate

In the following days, Jiang Ning was extremely busy, and Liu Jinfu's birthday was less than seven days away, and she dared not delay a single minute.

Every day, Jiang Ning wandered around every corner of the harem, from performances to lighting to the people and things needed for each process, she had to personally watch every item.

Jiang Ning was so tired that he went out early and went back to sleep every night, and didn't care about other things at all.

With the help of Jiang Ning, Mu Jingzhao's cultivated land began to sprout tender seedlings and gradually regained its vitality.

But the relationship between these two people is still lukewarm, they are clearly under the same roof, but they seem to be completely unfamiliar.

Seeing that there were less than three days left for Liu Jinfu's birthday banquet, Jiang Ning had already made almost the same preparations, and rehearsed it hundreds of times in his heart, but he always felt that he was not at ease.

It was night, and the lights in the Jiangning Palace were like beans. She sat alone under the light with her chin resting on her back, staring at a piece of paper in front of her with her name written on it.

This is a list of invitees drafted by Jiang Ning. Earlier, she had confirmed thousands of times with Zhe Liu,
Even so, she still felt uneasy.

She is always in such a situation these days, no matter what it is, no matter how many times she confirms it, she can't feel at ease in her heart.

Although she spent a lot of time and energy on Liu Jinfu's birthday banquet, she is a newcomer after all, and she really doesn't know much about the interpersonal relationship in this palace.

Even if it was Zheliu, she felt that the other party's words were not credible.

After all, when she went to Shuanghua Palace that day, she clearly heard Liu Jinfu's father and daughter arguing, but when she came to Zheliu, the relationship between the two became acceptable.

In her hand, the mung bean soup boiled by Zheliu had no heat at all, and even the remaining sweet smell dissipated with the night wind.

In a trance, Jiang Ning seemed to smell the faint sweet fragrance, and her eyes, which had lost all energy, were in a trance for a while, and their eyes regained a little clarity.

She took a sip of the mung bean soup at hand, the mung bean soup was not cooked well, the mung bean skin with distinct grains was wrapped with a stone-hard inner core.

She instantly knew in her heart that it was because Zhe Liu was too tired these days.

These days, Zheliu has been working hard in various courtyards of the harem for her, and has to be tossed between her and Mu Jingzhao.

The whole person can be said to be dizzy and in a trance.

The soft outer shell and the hard inner core are mixed in Jiang Ning's mouth. Jiang Ning's lips and teeth seem to be hunting for treasure, not knowing whether the next step is a treasure or a trap.

It was quite difficult for Jiang Ning to drink this sip.

The hard core that appeared from time to time made Jiang Ning's teeth ache.

Even so, she still bit down the hard core with difficulty and swallowed it.

The unique taste of this mung bean soup reminded Jiang Ning of his mother.

Her mother is a very lovely woman, not as gentle and virtuous as other mothers, nor as sophisticated and shrewd as Jiang Ning herself.

She always has a kind of ignorant and slightly stupid childishness.

This kind of childishness infiltrated all aspects of her personality, and it became more and more serious under the connivance of Jiang Ning's father.

The specific manifestation is that she has no talent for cooking but is very keen on cooking for Jiang Ning.

For example, boil a bunch of eggs with cracked surfaces, or mung bean soup with a hard inside.

At that time, Jiang Ning was still young, and she didn't understand the love her mother poured into this bowl of half-baked mung bean soup. She just didn't understand why her mother had to go into the dining room in person when there was a cook in her family.

She couldn't shirk her mother's wishes, so she could only complain to her father with the bowl of half-baked soup.

But the father just drank it with a smile, without a word of complaint.

So repeated, forming a delicate cycle.

In this way, she cleverly avoided all the mung bean soup that her mother had.

Countless times later, when she lived on the street and was dying of hunger, she would think of her mother's bowl of half-cooked mung bean soup.

At that time, she always thought that if she could take a sip of her mother's mung bean soup, even just a sip, she would be able to regain her courage to live.

However, that bowl of soup never reached her hands again.

Jiang Ning's nose was sore, she raised her head, and drank the cold mung bean soup in one gulp.

Bits of hard particles made Jiang Ning's teeth hurt, but she kept chewing unconsciously. As she chewed, her eyes turned red unconsciously.

I don't know if it was because of staying in the room with the doors and windows closed for a long time, but she felt a tightness in her chest, so she got up and pushed open the door.

Night Breeze rushed towards her body in an instant, and poured it into Jiang Ning's clothes unscrupulously. Her thoughts suddenly became clear, and even her senses became clear in an instant.

The strong sadness hit her along with the night wind, she couldn't stop trembling all over, barely twitched her itchy nose, raised her legs and walked out of the house.

The moonless and starless night killed Jiang Ning's last touch of moon-watching and nostalgia in the cradle. Under the eaves, two huge red lanterns lit up lonely, making Jiang Ning's figure very long.

She looked down at her figure, which was slender and long, proud and lonely.

A longer figure slowly approached her until the two figures overlapped slightly.

"Can't sleep?"

Jiang Ning looked up and saw Mu Jingzhao standing about a step beside him, looking at her.

"En." She replied in a low voice, at this moment, she no longer had so much thought to make fun of Mu Jingzhao.

"Crying?" There was a moment of astonishment on Mu Jingzhao's face. He looked at Jiang Ning and seemed to connect her behavior at the moment with what Zhe Liu said not long ago.

Jiang Ning turned her face away, but she didn't answer.

At this moment, she didn't know how to face Mu Jingzhao.

Her longing for her family is so illusory and lingering, but the source of her hatred - Mu Jingzhao, stands in front of her so clearly.

Most of the time, she also knew very clearly in her heart that all of this was not directly caused by Mu Jingzhao, but the only thing she could resent was Mu Jingzhao.

This almost blind and paranoid hatred may not be fair to Mu Jingzhao.

But there is not so much fairness in this world. The death of her parents was unfair, and her ruined life was unfair.

People always have to live with a breath, and Jiang Ning's breath is hatred.

"Your Majesty." Jiang Ning looked at Mu Jingzhao, his eyes were frighteningly red, "You said, if a drought hits the sky and causes famine for the people, then whose responsibility should it be?"

(End of this chapter)