
Oi! I am an article!
No, he must still have another way. Just when Ji Xingyun had already ascertained all of this, who knew Ye Wushuang had already said goodbye and resigned herself to the Queen Mother.
Just like that, it had absolutely no intention of seizing affection, having absolutely no intention of flattering and seeking attention. It was as if his arrival was just to obey Ji Xingyun's orders alone. But everyone knew that the light the lights were installed on was to attract the attention of the Queen Mother. It had obviously gotten some attention, but why was Qin Ruchen even being so dismissive? Since when did his method become so deep and even Ji Xingyun herself was also hard to guess?
Oi! I am an article!
Before leaving the banquet, the woman sitting in the row of seats of the chief ministers then slowly got up.
There was a bit of dislike on her face that usually looks kind and also very pretty, she said with tears in her eyes: “Kakakak..”.
Ye Wushuang glanced at him indifferently, a strange grin appearing at the corner of her lips.
Fortunately his face was covered by a veil, no one could see him. This woman was truly beautiful, the image of a pure and beautiful white lotus flower, could truly captivate the soul of a man. At that time the owner of this body lost in his hands, it was completely unexpected. But now, Ye Wushuang would not be that stupid.
Oi! I am an article!
Ye Wushuang just pretended not to hear it, lowered her head then left.
Unexpectedly, the woman in white dress instead directly lunged at him, in such a sudden situation, not knowing how, Ye Wushuang suddenly bowed and fell into the middle of the hall. If not for his pair of hands propping up the floor just in time, then this entire body would have been bound to lie on the floor with no elegance. Perhaps no one saw clearly what was going on, but Ye Wushuang knew that this woman had deliberately walked over and hooked her heels to her feet when she was not paying attention, therefore his footing was unstable for a moment and he fell to the floor.
At the same time, the ministers in the hall also gasped.
Ye Wushuang watched as the veil she used to cover her face fell onto the floor already like a fallen leaf, Ye Wushuang raised her head blankly, saying, behind his clear and beautiful eyes it turned out to be a face that had been destroyed.
The black-colored sword scar on the left cheek was like a centipede that snatched away her beauty. Ji Xingyun who was sitting on her high chair was just squinting her black eyes nonchalantly, looking at this scene with a sinister look. Ji Xingyun thought, Qin Ruchen's previous flexibility and gentleness that was pretending it was at least going to explode at this moment.
And the perpetrator was also smiling silently, based on his understanding of Qin Ruchen, the one he valued the most was that level. When Ji Xingyun broke her face, Zhao Xueyan could see that Qin Ruchen would not have been able to hold on if not for her son. But then Zhao Xueyan did not understand, how could Qin Ruchen who was so appreciative of his face be able to endure and face that ugly face all day after his son was not there.
Zhao Xueyan had no idea that the real Qin Ruchen had indeed chosen to commit suicide because he could not stand the torture. The one who survived now was Ye Wushuang who did not care about her own face, Ye Wushuang just wanted to live peacefully, it was possible that one day she could return to the modern age, that was his biggest wish.
“What is this? Why can the Queen's face be like this?”
“True, it's like a sword wound, who will hurt the Queen's face?”
“How can such a beautiful face be like this?”
The Ministers discussed in disbelief, some even felt it was a pity. No one knew that the wound was caused by Ji Xingyun herself, not only that, even the unborn Prince was also killed by his own biological father. The Ministers only know that 6 months ago the Emperor sent the Queen to the Cold Palace because the Queen went mad. Now it seems that maybe the reason is because the Queen's Empress's parachute was broken for no reason?