The Queen of War

Mrs. Xia didn't speak. Her eyes were cold. She just slowly raised her belt and quietly looked at Xia Yingchun's face.

At the sight of the belt, Xia Yingchun's face suddenly changed. Her pretty face was like a new steamed bread, immediately covered with a layer of sweat.

"How could it be here?" she immediately panicked and thought uneasily, "how did nanguoxiong, that careless guy, leave his belt here? Fortunately, my mother picked it up. If it fell into the king's hands, I would be miserable!"

She thought wildly in her heart and squeezed out a smile worse than crying.

"Mother, what are you doing with the king's belt?" Xia Yingchun still sat on the bed and didn't come down.

She was afraid that her legs would be unstable and trembling when she stood up. So she just sat, and her legs were covered with the a thick quilt. No one could see that her legs were shaking violently.

Mrs. Xia listened and a wisp of cold smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

"This is the king's belt?" she gently raised her belt and sneered, "This belt is only made of the most common material. There is no dragon embroidered on it. According to the rules, all the clothes and accessories of the king must be made of superior tribute and embroidered with the pattern of dragon. Obviously, this belt is not the king's, and the king will never use such inferior things. Look at the color and style of this belt, the man's identity should be very humble."

Mrs. Xia is no stranger to these rules. She was born in the prime minister's house and received a good education from childhood. At the beginning, her mother was going to let her enter the palace as a imperial concubine. How could she not know these? But her father didn't think so. She always felt that once she entered the palace, it would be better to marry a self-motivated scholar. Which King was not in three palaces and six courtyards When he marries a poor scholar, the man must regard his precious daughter as a Bodhisattva and spoil her forever.

Therefore, Mrs. Xia married Grand Master Xia, a poor boy who had nothing but talent.

When Xia Yingchun heard this, her face gradually returned to calm and said with a smile: "I embroidered this for the king. I had nothing to do and learned to make something to pass the time, so I didn't use any good materials to avoid wasting things. You know, I was born stupid. The Dragon left it there before he learned to embroider. But the king didn't dislike it. I used it once or twice in informal occasions."

She lied without even blinking her eyes. It was true.

Xia Yingchun rubbed her hands as she spoke: "Alas, at that time, your hands were like beehives. It's really annoying! Mom, I don't know how you are so good. You embroider when you have nothing to do, and the embroidery is so beautiful!"

Xia Yingchun didn't like sewing since she was a child. She didn't learn anything that a girl should know. She didn't learn embroidery, and didn't even read much books. When she was a child, her favorite thing was to dress up, and then bully Xia Lichun. Unlike Mrs. Xia, she was proficient in everything. Sometimes Mrs. Xia wondered whether this Xia Yingchun was from herself What about her own? Why is she not interested in reading? It seems that the more she looks, the more she looks like an ill bred country girl.

"Did you do it?" Mrs. Xia looked at the belt in her hand carefully with some sarcasm in her eyes.

Although this belt is not made of any good material, its workmanship is exquisite. Such an exquisite belt can't be made by clumsy Xia Yingchun.

"Yes!" Xia Yingchun looked at Mrs. Xia's suspicious eyes. Knowing that all this could not be concealed from her eyes, he smiled, "in fact, I asked most of the palace maids to help embroider. I was tired of embroidering and my neck was sour."

Even Mrs. Xia didn't believe this. She didn't believe it even if she killed her. Less than half of the belt was embroidered by Xia Yingchun. If she did embroider anything on the belt, she probably just poked a needle in the eye.

"That's good!" Mrs. Xia didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with Xia Yingchun. She slowly stood up and sneered, "then I'll go to the king and see if this belt is his."

As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the door.

Xia Yingchun rushed out of bed, stretched out her arms and blocked in front of Mrs. Xia. Her pretty face was red like a new crab.

"Mom, what are you going to do?" she said angrily. "You have to live with me, don't you? If I have something to do, my whole family will have to finish! If it weren't for my family, the king would have killed nine families in the Xia family. You're not satisfied. You have to kill me? If I die, everyone in the Xia family will have to be buried with me!"

Her mood was very excited, and her chest fluctuated with the uneven breath, like continuous waves.

Mrs. Xia looked at Xia Yingchun who was so excited. Her face sank, waved her hand and slapped her in the face.

According to the national law, Mrs. Xia was just a commoner at this time, while Xia Yingchun was a high-ranking imperial concubine. If she beat the high-ranking imperial concubine, she would be beheaded. But Mrs. Xia knew this clearly, she still beat Xia Yingchun, and the slap was very heavy, and her pretty little face immediately swollen.

"You... You hit me..." Xia Yingchun's mouth shed a wisp of red blood. Her hand tightly covered her hot face, stared in amazement and said angrily, "you... You are so bold!"

In front of the national law, there is no father, son, mother and daughter. National law is greater than family law, and Mrs. Xia must be punished.

"You're so brave!" Mrs. Xia scolded bitterly. "Whose belt is it? Fortunately, I found it. In case the king finds it, do you want to live?"

She just said she found the belt herself, not about last night. At the thought of what happened last night, Mrs. Xia felt sick. Her clean and innocent body was defiled by such a shameless and dirty villain, which made her sleep and eat uneasy! She secretly vowed to find out the bastard and cut him thousands of times to vent her hatred!

When Xia Yingchun heard this, her arrogance suddenly stopped. She quickly softened her knees, knelt on the ground, hugged Mrs. Xia's legs tightly and begged: "Mom, please don't tell me! My daughter did the wrong thing because she was confused for a while. I swear, I won't dare to do it again! The king can't know it anyway, otherwise I'll die! I'm your own daughter. Can you bear to watch the white haired man send the black haired man?"

She cried bitterly.

In fact, Mrs. Xia's hair is much darker and softer than that of Xia Yingchun. Where is a white haired person.

Fortunately, early in the morning, Mrs. Xia kicked out all the palace maids and eunuchs who cleaned. Otherwise, Xia Yingchun's cry would certainly arouse their suspicion.

Looking at Xia Yingchun who was crying, Mrs. Xia couldn't help sighing.

"If I really want to hurt you, I'll ask you for so long. Just give it to the king?" she sighed and said, "You are my own daughter and my only relative. How can I bear to watch you do something? But this matter must be ended. That man must die. Only when he dies will you be safe. Otherwise, there is no airtight wall in the world, and things will be exposed one day."