The first goddess of pride

Mu Xianning's voice was so cold that there was no warmth, her eyes were cold, and Ouyang Liying couldn't say a word. Even as a swordsman, she could only tremble and fell to her knees with a touch.

There is only one voice in my heart: she is not Mu Xianning, she is a devil!

As if hearing Ouyang Liying's voice, Mu Xianning stared coldly, and said coldly, "The former Mu Xianning is dead. From today on, you'd better recognize for me who is the master of this palace." , remember your identities for me." Glancing at the remaining two young ladies and the maidservants who were scared out of their wits, they turned and left with a sneer.

Ouyang Liying is not qualified to let her do it herself.Let her enjoy the boundless fear, and as for living and dying, she can ask for blessings.

"Call the imperial doctor, or your Princess Shangguan Xia Qi is really dead." From a distance, Mu Xianning's voice came, and Shangguan Xia Qi's maid came to her senses and trotted to call the imperial doctor. up.

The rest of the people still didn't die from this nightmare. Ms. Zhang Leilei was so frightened that she hugged Ms. Hu Xiyin and shed tears.

"She must be possessed by a demon... It's over, it's over..."

Devil?No, she is not.

Mu Xianning's ability to accept is relatively strong, just like she can play every game in modern times superbly.

In just ten minutes, she knew the rules of the game, so she had to play it well, didn't she?

When she returned to the mansion that Mu Xianning remembered in her body, she couldn't help clicking her tongue twice.

Compared with the so-called Yingyue Palace when her father was still alive in her earlier memory, her current palace seems to be a slum.It is not as good as her big villa in modern times.

She remembered that all the jade treasures in this room were taken by several princesses who had envied her after the death of her father. A few wooden seats, nothing left, even the maidservants who followed her left one after another to seek refuge with the new owner.

All that was left was the empty silver-white hall with the radiance of the silver moon. The oriental architectural atmosphere made her feel very comfortable.

She is originally Chinese, but she seldom returns to China, but she is very interested in the ancient culture of her hometown.

With a glance, she saw a classical calligraphy and painting on the bedside table.

On that painting were the portraits of the young Princess Qingyue and her mother Yue Guifei when they were still alive.

The mother and daughter embraced each other and smiled brightly.In memory, this painting was made by the first emperor, who loved Concubine Yue because he loved her.

Unexpectedly, the first emperor died suddenly ten years ago, and the concubine Yue Gui died of depression in less than three years.

For the remaining seven years, for the only eight-year-old Princess Qingyue, it was hellish torture.

She remembered that Princess Qingyue was captured by King Situ, she didn't beg for mercy until she fell into a coma, that's why she was tortured to death by those ladies.With an already weak and delicate body, coupled with the torment of illnesses all year round, this Princess Qingyue is indeed too miserable.

"Little girl with integrity, you summoned me. Princess Qingyue, Mu Xianning, our names are the same." Mu Xianning murmured her own name which was similar to Princess Qingyue, and the voice of her voice before waking up sounded. With a sad and mournful voice, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to caress the smiling mother and daughter in the portrait, a trace of pity rose in the indifferent eyes.