Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

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

...

This is a cold winter, and the winter of this year is particularly cold. Su Yueming can't remember how long it took to snow.

Xuanyuan Qiche looked at her, and his eyes emitted a bright light. He put the red soldering iron in his hand into Su Yueming's trembling all over his body-

Su Yueming felt the hot heat in her hands, tears flashed in her eyes, she opened her lips, raised her eyes and looked 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. To me, the throne is everything, life. I must ascend to the throne, I must let it go

The people admire me, I want to realize my ambitions, Yue'er..." He held Su Yueming's shoulders tightly with both hands and said excitedly, "Help me, you are the only one who is trustworthy. You are the only one around me.

”

Tears slipped from her face because of his words—

"You are the only one trustworthy person around me."

She picked up the hot soldering iron, trembling hands, and printed it on her face.

"ah!"

"Ah!" A heart-wrenching wail sounded throughout the snowy night, and she curled up on the ground and rolled, "No, I don't, give me medicine, give me medicine, it hurts so much, it hurts..."

Xuanyuan Qiche stepped forward and hugged her, grabbed her hand—

"Yue'er, Yue'er, endure it, endure it soon passes. I love you, I only love you."

"I...ah..."

I don't know how long she finally stopped wailing, and she was numb and lying on the ground as if she was dead. Her flawless face was now blurred and could no longer see what she was originally looking.

Xuanyuan Qiche carefully picked her up, kissed her forehead, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Yue'er, tomorrow, you can go and wait for the prince tomorrow. He is soft-hearted and will definitely take you in,

At that time, just pay attention to his movements and I will come to you."

"..." She nodded weakly, and said in a weak voice, "Take good care of Wen Yi, she is only three years old without her mother, she is so pitiful, you must...be sure to love her well."

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

...

The sky is snowy and the sky is pale.

The snow is already knee-deep, and the cold weather is about to freeze.

In the vast world, there is only one woman moving forward with difficulty—

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

.

She walked numbly in the snow, step by step, step by step, tilted, and staggered. She hugged her body tightly. She had already frozen, and there were long and deep footprints behind her.

A luxurious carriage drove from afar, and the carriage was covered with snow, and her heart trembled.

It's cold, it's really too cold.

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

Before the carriage approached, she became dark and fainted. She fell into the snow pile. Su Yueming's head was pressed against the prince's back, holding his palm tightly, and suddenly appeared in her mind.

Some pictures of the previous life come...

...

This is a cold winter, and the winter of this year is particularly cold. Su Yueming can't remember how long it took to snow.

Xuanyuan Qiche looked at her, and his eyes emitted a bright light. He put the red soldering iron in his hand into Su Yueming's trembling all over his body-

Su Yueming felt the hot heat in her hands, tears flashed in her eyes, she opened her lips, raised her eyes and looked 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. To me, the throne is everything, life. I must ascend to the throne, I must let it go

The people admire me, I want to realize my ambitions, Yue'er..." He held Su Yueming's shoulders tightly with both hands and said excitedly, "Help me, you can only help me, and you are the only one trustworthy person around me.

”

Tears slipped from her face because of his words—

"You are the only one trustworthy person around me."

She picked up the hot soldering iron, trembling hands, and printed it on her face.

"ah!"

"Ah!" A heart-wrenching wail sounded throughout the snowy night, and she curled up on the ground and rolled, "No, I don't, give me medicine, give me medicine, it hurts so much, it hurts..."

Xuanyuan Qiche stepped forward and hugged her, grabbed her hand—

"Yue'er, Yue'er, endure it, endure it soon passes. I love you, I only love you."

"I...ah..."

I don't know how long she finally stopped wailing, and she was numb and lying on the ground as if she was dead. Her flawless face was now blurred and could no longer see what she was originally looking.

Xuanyuan Qiche carefully picked her up, kissed her forehead, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Yue'er, tomorrow, you can go and wait for the prince tomorrow. He is soft-hearted and will definitely take you in,

At that time, just pay attention to his movements and I will come to you."

"..." She nodded weakly, and said in a weak voice, "Take good care of Wen Yi, she is only three years old without her mother, she is so pitiful, you must...be sure to love her well."

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

...

The sky is snowy and the sky is pale.

The snow is already knee-deep, and the cold weather is about to freeze.

In the vast world, there is only one woman moving forward with difficulty—

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

.

She walked numbly in the snow, step by step, step by step, tilted, and staggered. She hugged her body tightly. She had already frozen, and there were long and deep footprints behind her.

A luxurious carriage drove from afar, and the carriage was covered with snow, and her heart trembled.

It's cold, it's really too cold.

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

Before the carriage could approach, she became dark and fainted, and she fell into the snow pile.