Jiaochu

Chapter 1 The sky is filled with snow and white bones mourning
The snow in December was really heavy, and the vast white sheets slowly covered the rivers of blood and mourned the bones.

Ye Lingxi was dragged up to the Zhaixing Tower, barefoot and with disheveled hair, in a state of embarrassment, where Concubine Xiao was already waiting.

After tonight, this noble concubine will be the queen mother above ten thousand people.

Ye Lingxi looked at Aunt Li standing next to Concubine Xiao, and asked with a sad smile: "Aunt Li, why?"

Aunt Li bowed and replied: "I have always belonged to the imperial concubine."

"Haha..." Ye Lingxi smiled sadly, "Isn't the imperial concubine always very fond of Lingxi? Is everything fake?"

They were all fake. At this moment, Ye Lingxi knew the answer very well.

Concubine Xiao took out a hairpin from her sleeves and threw it coldly in front of Ye Lingxi. With a clang, the hairpin broke into two pieces.

Ye Lingxi recognized it as the orchid hairpin that her mother-in-law had loved most during her lifetime. When she reached out to take it, Concubine Xiao stepped on her instep. She struggled to take her hand out, but was killed by two guards, one on the left and one on the right. Press and hold.

"The Emperor is really infatuated. He kept that bitch's things in his arms until he died. That bitch has been dead for more than ten years, but he still can't let go. So what if he can't let go? That bitch is still there even before he dies. I hate the emperor for being unkind and unjust, it makes me happy to think about it."

Concubine Xiao raised her red lips and sneered. The bright color was like a machete on a cold night. She reached out and pinched Ye Lingxi's chin, and her dark red nails drew a winding blood mark on her fair face.

"Don't you know? It was me who planned to frame your mother and concubine step by step so that the emperor would banish her to the cold palace. It was also me who put drugs in her diet to make her body become weaker and weaker. Even the imperial doctor couldn't find out. How could you still It’s really ridiculous that Baba came to seek refuge with me.”

Concubine Xiao's proud laughter was like sharp knives piercing Ye Lingxi's heart, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I understand, do you know how much I hate your name." Concubine Xiao walked to the railing of the Star-Zhaing Building, "Zhaing for Stars, the emperor wants to pluck all the stars and moons in the sky and give them to her. It’s a pity, she doesn’t deserve it.”

"Since your mother-in-law is not lucky, why don't you just jump off this building and it won't be a failure of the emperor's good intentions." Concubine Xiao's eyes turned slightly sideways, and two guards dragged her to the railing and threw her down.

"I give you two ways, either jump from here, or become a slave and go to the military camp to serve the soldiers well."

Ye Lingxi grasped the railing to prop herself up, her numb and dull eyes stared blankly at the palace of successful kings and defeated villains. The tears on her beautiful face had been dried by the night wind, and her black hair was like a waterfall, flying in the wind, like a bird. The night butterfly is so erratic that no one can catch it.

She stepped over the railing with one foot, and Concubine Xiao whispered something in her ear. Her empty pupils suddenly widened, and a hand moved forward behind her back. Her whole body was like a flying butterfly, Falling with the snow.

The clear starlight shone between her eyebrows, and she remembered the night when her mother-in-law passed away. It was also such a snowy night, with clear starlight and silence.

Father stood silently in the courtyard, not even entering the house until the snow fell all over him.

At that time, she didn't understand how much love, hate, joy, and sorrow that she had no time to express and couldn't express. She just resented her father for letting her die alone in the cold palace despite his mother and concubine. She resented her father for letting her die alone in the cold palace. Their mother and daughter were separated, and they resented their father for liking the new and hating the old...

If she knew that those new concubines were all the shadows of her mother's concubine, if she knew that those countless rewards and treasures were her father's guilt and compensation, if she knew that the one she loved most in his father's heart was her mother. Concubine, if she knew that her father had been keeping her mother and concubine in his heart all these years, if she knew...

Why didn't the father tell her earlier? Why did he let her hate him for more than ten years...

Cold tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, like fragile snow light that was blown away by the wind and disappeared without a trace.

Her dress fluttered, and her thin body fell from the roof of the pavilion like a butterfly. A bright red flower bloomed on the white snow. The moment she lost consciousness, a blurry figure flew toward her. Come, the cold light reflected by the armor is reflected in the snow, as if you are walking on the stars and the moon.

The snowflakes touched her eyebrows lightly, leaving only a piece of coldness.

(End of this chapter)