The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

Su Yueming put her head on the prince's back, and tightly held his palm, some images of her previous life suddenly appeared in her mind...

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It was a cold winter, and this year's winter was particularly cold. Su Yueming couldn't remember how long it had snowed.

Xuanyuan Qiche looked at her, his eyes shone brightly, and he put the red-hot soldering iron in Su Yueming's trembling hands——

Su Yueming felt the scorching heat in her hands, tears glistened in her eyes, she parted her lips, raised her eyes to look at Xuanyuan Qiche, and asked:

"Is the throne really that important to you?"

"Yes." Xuanyuan Qiche nodded without hesitation, and said, "I have been waiting for many years, the throne is everything to me, it is life. All people admire, I want to realize my ambition, Yue'er..." He clasped Su Yueming's shoulders with both hands, and said in an excited tone, "Help me, only you can help me, the only trustworthy person around me is you. "

Tears rolled down her face, because of his sentence——

"The only trustworthy person around me is you."

She picked up the hot iron, and with trembling hands, imprinted it on her face.

"what!"

"Ah!" The heart-piercing wailing resounded in the snowy night, she curled up and rolled on the ground, "No, I don't, give me the medicine, give me the medicine, it hurts, it hurts..."

Xuanyuan Qiche stepped forward to hug her, and held her hand tightly——

"Yue'er, Yue'er, bear it, bear it, it will pass soon, I love you, I only love you alone."

"me……"

I don't know how long it took, but she finally stopped howling, her whole body was numb, lying on the ground as if she was dead, her white jade flawless face was bloody and bloody, and she couldn't really see her original appearance.

Xuanyuan Qiche picked her up carefully, kissed her forehead, and said softly, "Thanks for your hard work, Yue'er, tomorrow, tomorrow you can go and wait for the prince. He is soft-hearted and will definitely take you in. At that time, you only need to pay attention to his movements, and I will come to you."

"..." She nodded weakly, and said in a weak voice, "Take good care of Wenyi, she is only three years old without her mother by her side, she is so pitiful, you must... must love her well."

"Don't worry, Wen Yi is our precious daughter, and I will take good care of her."

……

A world of ice and snow, the world was pale.

The snow is already knee-deep, and people in cold weather will freeze to death.

In the boundless world, there is only one woman struggling forward——

Three thousand black hairs are scattered on her body, and she is only wearing a thin light blue dress. Her back is delicate and fragile. From a distance, she looks like an orchid, which will be blown down by the wind at any time, which makes people feel pity .

She walked numbly in the snow, one step at a time, one foot at a time, her body tilted, her steps staggered, she hugged her body tightly, she was already frozen, and there was a long series of deep footprints behind her.

A luxurious carriage drove up from a distance, and the carriage was also covered with snow, her heart trembled.

It was cold, it was too cold.

She was already afraid of the cold, and she had been waiting in the snow for four hours wearing the thin shirt Xuanyuan Qiche prepared for her.

Before the carriage approached, her vision went dark, she passed out, and fell into the snowdrift.