It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 517: Unforgiven Snow

On Ying Zheng's desk lay a half-worn lacquer box, inside which was a black wristband that Zhao Ji had sewed for him in his early years. The stitching was rough, but a crooked black bird was embroidered on the wrist - it was the only object he was willing to wear when he was a child.

From the inner room came the suppressed whispers of the palace maids, followed by a very light cough, like a needle piercing his heart.

Hu Wan held a bowl of warm deer glue soup in his hand. The soup was served in a small bowl with silver phoenix patterns, which slightly dispelled the coldness in the hall.

She stood three steps away from the couch, bowed, and said in a voice softer than the halo of the palace lanterns: "Your Majesty?"

Ying Zheng raised his hand, and the palace maid took the soup she presented. She stood up, and just as she looked up, she heard Ying Zheng ask about Princess Yong'an.

The content of these words and the gleam in Ying Zheng's eyes frightened Hu Wan, and after a long while he managed to utter, "...Your Majesty, I don't know the inside story."

She thought that even though Ying Hehua had shown extraordinary political skills and scheming talents many years ago, she seemed to have foreseen the birth of Hu Hai.

Ying Hehua threatened her without hesitation, with cruel words, not hesitating to use the traitor Changping Jun as a topic. But what Ying Hehua wanted was very simple - as long as she behaved herself, it didn't matter whether she and Hu Hai were far away from Xianyang.

Is there competition between the bastard and the eldest brother?

Hu Wan turned around and glanced at Zheng Li on the couch. She smiled to herself, saying to herself: Hehua, only when you were a child, you were lively and lively like me.

Everyone in the palace saw Yao Jia's words as a test of the waters.

Yongan is now too thoughtful and ambitious.

To outsiders, the political struggle did not involve court officials or princes, but rather between the queen and her own son.

No one can tell what kind of successor an emperor who created the world will have.

In this fog, gossip spread and the queen fell ill.

Soon, Hu Wan heard the news that Xu Fu was already waiting for the emperor in the hall.

Hu Wanzheng was about to go forward to the inner hall. Even though there was a gauze curtain between them, she really wanted to see her.

"My dear."

Hu Wan turned his head and saw the woman, who was dressed as a palace maid, stopped talking and moved quickly, placing a medicine bottle on the table.

The exquisite and unique bottle of colored glaze is so transparent that it makes people feel that the bottle is made by God. Xu Fu and Mo Qi call it a "glass bottle."

Hu Wan was surprised to find that this was the thing that was stolen from the palace. Ying Hehua asked for permission to get it for her mother!

"This is, this contains Bian Que's medicine!"

The maid said nothing.

Hu Wan chased after him for a few steps, but the palace skirt was complicated and she couldn't walk fast at all. "This medicine has been found... You, are you Princess Yong'an's man?"

Tian Xi said nothing, just wanting to leave quickly. But Hu Wanzhen was a very simple palace lady. She looked at the medicine bottle again with joy. "You brought such a valuable item. When the queen wakes up, His Majesty will reward you handsomely."

His knees went weak and Hu Wan fell to the ground. He immediately became nervous and asked warily, "Who are you?"

Tian Xi lowered her beautiful eyes and said, "I am just asked to do this. Madam, you don't need to know who I am."

She should have hated Qin. She also bore the pain of losing her country, but she was also deeply indebted to Qin... Zheng Li's kindness...

The mother was abandoned in Han and never heard from again. Zheng Li, the surviving daughter of the Zheng royal family, selected the mother as a maid and took her to Zhao.

Later in Zhao State, she met a lifesaver.

The benefactor removed himself because he did not want to expose them and be tortured.

Li Xian is definitely not as fierce and cruel as rumored. In Tian Xi's opinion, the truly mean and cold-blooded person is Ying Hehua.

No matter who it was, Zhang Liang or Li Xian, or even Tian Dan or Zhao Jia, she played with them in her hands, and once they were out of her control, she was merciless.

Since Ying Hehua is very good at political tactics, interests come first.

So she simply threw the answer out to a woman who was not involved in the power struggle and was not involved in the situation...

Hu Wan only heard the woman's speech speed increase.

"Didn't the imperial physician say that the queen doesn't have much time left? The medicine is already in your hands, please consider it yourself. However, the effect of this medicine in the bottle is only less than half an hour. I hope you can make a quick decision."

The black bricks are cool, and the curtains in the hall flutter in the breeze.

Winter was approaching, and Hu Wan was extremely anxious. She couldn't help sobbing, "...Sister, I always asked you what to do before. But what should I do now?...If it's poison, what should I do? But if it's true...if it's true..."

She clenched her palms and looked at the person on the couch again and again.

The past days in Changping Jun's mansion came to her mind countless times. During the days in the palace, she was most afraid of seeing Ying Zheng, and also most afraid of not seeing her.

She thought again and again, her thick and long eyelashes covering her eyes, and she took half of the pill first.

The wind is cold, especially outside.

It was getting dark, and the crowd of people who were watching the fun had left by the curfew. There were many kind-hearted people who advised her, "I say, girl, let's talk about the big grudges tomorrow."

Another half hour passed and everyone disappeared.

The doorman ran out again, shook his head, and because she refused to take the umbrella, he put the umbrella in front of her and said, "Please go back."

Xu Zhi's head was buzzing from the cold, and her breathing became heavier. The veil was almost stuck to her cheeks, and the faint paleness underneath was clearly visible.

She thought she hated snowy days the most.

Before night fell, the servant came out for the fifth time to persuade her to leave. The servant was calm and seemed to have the same good temper as Zhang Liang.

He lamented, "Miss, why do you have to do this? I am a man of principle. No matter what you do, I will not see you. How about...Miss, come back tomorrow."

Xu Zhi looked up and grasped the dagger.

"Extreme urgency doesn't wait until tomorrow."

The concierge ran back quickly, and then came back again, his attitude becoming tougher than ever.

"The master said that cunning and sinister people are not welcome here. Even if the young lady kneels here until dawn, the master will not come out."

……

Yes, she threatened him so arrogantly in the bamboo forest, and now she comes to beg him so humbly. She must have a split personality.

If Lu Heng hadn't said that he had hired experts as guards and settled here under the pretext of noble migration, she would have sent people to rush in and arrest people.

She was shocked by the bandit mentality that came to her naturally, but suddenly she figured it out.

Even after losing his memory, he still dared to express his dissatisfaction to the Princess of Qin. Deep down, he was still the unruly Zhang Liang.

Since it was inevitable that he hated her, she didn't mind using some trick to lure him out.

She couldn't kidnap children or cause trouble outside the city of Xianyang.

So...the show of weakness that she didn't use in her early years was brought up by her today.

Zhang Liang would not let anyone die in front of him, even if she was a princess of Qin.

The weather was getting colder, and the snow fell on her hair. "My heart is sincere and sincere when I ask, without any falsehood."

Her dry lips cracked and her voice emerged from her throat, slow, gentle, and decisive.

"If you don't believe me, I will prove it to you."

——"I have only told you, sir, and I will prove it to you."

Same words, but worlds of difference.

When she said something similar to this back then, it was her kiss that was imprinted on his cheek.

And today, will it be the blade that falls?

The thin and tender skin of the neck was cut by the sharp knife. Blood oozed out of the skin and the snow wind blew into the wound, making the pain more obvious.

The concierge screamed and ran so fast that he slipped and fell.

It was normal for her to feel pain, but she didn't use any force and she definitely didn't cut any arteries, but why was her body so cold?

She thought of many absurd past events.

She enjoyed watching his sanity gradually disintegrate, and at that time, she thought she could change everything.

Now, she suddenly had an urge to cry.

But she couldn't cry.

The dagger fell to the ground, the body tilted, and fell down staggeringly.

The unforgivable sin lies there, between the Qin and Han dynasties, and she sees traces of fate.

She heard footsteps, then felt a noise around her, and then someone covered her throat.

"Hehua, are you crazy?!"

Dutch.

Why would Zhang Liang call her like that?