Yan Zhaozhao was startled, and her eyes quickly looked at the Queen Mother on the bed. Seeing that she was still hugging her unconsciously, she breathed a sigh of relief, but still let Xie Ci Yan loosen her fingertips. "Don't make trouble, the Queen Mother will see it later."
Xie Ci Yan didn't care at all, "She is so crazy, how can she know what we are doing."
She stretched out her palm directly to the man, "Where is the thing I asked Biluo to take?"
Xie Ci Yan was interested in the reason why she asked for something, so he went there in person. "Why does Zhaozhao want my mother's personal belongings?" Although he had doubts in his heart, he still took out one of the few relics of his mother from his sleeve and put it in her palm.
It was a step-shake with a bright red peony, exquisitely crafted, and the pearls hanging on it were all precious oriental pearls that were tributed. When you gently shake it, you can hear the sound of pearls and jade falling on the plate, which is very pleasant.
"This is my mother's most cherished hairpin, which was given to her by my father when he made her a noble concubine. My mother was extremely happy and often wore it on her hair. She even held it in her hand when she passed away."
Yan Zhaozhao took the hairpin carefully, and secretly said in her heart: I'm sorry. Then she took off the hairpin on her head and put it in Xie Ci Yan's hand, and then she wore the peony hairpin in the most conspicuous place in her bun.
Xie Ci Yan was still a little confused. Seeing her wearing the hairpin, he couldn't help but teasing, "Zhao Zhao, are you looking for my mother's heirloom?"
Yan Zhaozhao's cheeks couldn't help but blush, she raised her eyes and glared at him, her voice sounded like a reproach. "When the Queen Mother was crazy, she kept shouting the names of Concubine Ning and the late emperor, and even mistook me for Concubine Ning. Her words seemed to be related to what happened back then. I want to try to use Concubine Ning's things to stimulate the Queen Mother and see if she will tell the truth of that year."
The man frowned for a moment when he heard the words, and then relaxed his eyebrows. There was no longer the laziness between his eyebrows and eyes, and his face was serious. The death of his mother has always been a mystery in his heart. Although he learned the truth of that year from Eunuch Lu before, he is not as knowledgeable as the Queen Mother after all, and he doesn't know how much truth there is in Eunuch Lu's words. Now he has the opportunity to learn the truth of that year from the Queen Mother, and he can't help but be moved.
His feet can't help but move slowly with Yan Zhaozhao's steps. When she was about to lift the veil, Xie Ciyan suddenly grabbed her wrist and said in a slightly heavy tone, "Be careful."
Yan Zhaozhao nodded in agreement and lifted the veil. The queen mother's face was pale, and she was already in a daze. Her cloudy eyes stared blankly ahead, and she shook her body from time to time, looking crazy.
"Queen Mother..." Yan Zhaozhao called softly, but she didn't respond much, as if she didn't hear it. "Queen." She tried to call her a different name, and the latter was stunned for a moment, and then slowly turned her head and looked at Yan Zhaozhao.
When her eyes touched Yan Zhaozhao's face, the queen mother didn't feel anything wrong, but when her eyes fell on the peony hairpin in her hair, her eyes were instantly filled with hatred, and her wrinkled face suddenly became distorted. "Ning, Ning Guifei——" Yan Zhaozhao, who was wearing the peony hairpin, had become the Ning Guifei she hated in the past in the eyes of the queen mother.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she pointed directly at the hairpin. "It's you, it's you, you bitch, who took everything from me!" The queen mother seemed to be immersed in memories, a memory that seemed to have happened yesterday.
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Zui Gu🔞 ( mtl)
Historical Fictionauthor (Wine and Evening Music) not mine I kinda like this story already 😃 With the enemy at the gates, the king of a country, sitting on the dragon chair, still turned a deaf ear to the outside world, holding the beauty in his arms and enjoying hi...