Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 147
After receiving the Queen Mother's words, the minister left with peace of mind, leaving behind his children and wife.

Seeing that Qingcheng was about to get up and leave, the queen mother thought about it, and said to Qingcheng: "Qingcheng, you come with Ai's family."

Hearing this, Qingcheng walked to the queen mother and followed her back to the bedroom.

Nanny Yan took the painting and followed behind.

The Empress Dowager returned to her bedroom, took off her gold ornaments, took off her fine clothes, and put on an ordinary silk dress.

All the fierceness and nobility on her body faded away, leaving only a bit of heroism.

Qingcheng sat on a chair and waited for the queen mother to tidy herself up, looking at the decoration of the dormitory in boredom.

Except for some ornate and expensive items, there is nothing to see.

The Empress Dowager was wearing a comfortable silk dress, looking at Qingcheng, her eyes kept scanning every corner of the room.

"Everything in the sleeping hall was rewarded by the late emperor." The queen mother suddenly opened her mouth to explain, and after she finished speaking, she felt that she was not suitable to say these things, her eyes darkened.

"Oh, what's the point of calling me here?" Qingcheng asked the question to herself, as if she didn't realize that something was wrong with the Queen Mother.

"Nurse Yan, bring it!" The Empress Dowager ordered Yan Nurse, who was standing outside the curtain, with a somewhat urgent tone.

Mammy Yan took the sheepskin roll over and presented it to the Queen Mother.

"Look!" The queen mother did not reach out to pick it up, but asked Qingcheng to look at the parchment.

Qingcheng accepted the parchment obediently, and opened it directly to read. She had long wanted to know what was inside.

After seeing the contents on the parchment, Qingcheng was also stunned, it was really a prophecy.

But, goddess?Phoenix?

Qingcheng put down the parchment with a strange expression, rolled her eyes a few times, and said nothing.

"Don't you think there is something to say?" The queen mother was a little unhappy seeing her like this.

"What are you talking about? Why do you believe in such a false thing?" Qingcheng dismissed it and sneered.

The Empress Dowager smiled instead, and the light in her phoenix eyes could not be concealed.

"You already knew." Not a question, but an affirmation.

Qingcheng laughed out loud, shook her head, and replied amusedly: "You know what? There is nothing to say about strange things."

The more the queen mother saw her like this, the more sure she knew something.

"Xiandao is actually not called Xiandao, but another place. It's just that the people there are different from ordinary people. They know astronomy and geography. Every time there is a big event in the Canglan Continent, they will disperse." The prophecy, and every time the language is true. The last time it appeared, a dozen small tribes in the southern tribe were strangled. I didn’t believe it at first, but the royal family has been passed down from generation to generation. Only the royal family knows the ability of Xiandao in the world. It was leaked out, but there are still very few people who know it, because only the emperors of the past knew. But Yaner told me that he didn't take it seriously at all, but how could the things passed down by the royal family be false?" The queen mother talked a lot on her own, as if she didn't care about the people around her at all.

After listening to Qingcheng, she suppressed her smile and fell into deep thought.

"Tell me, who is the goddess mentioned in this paper?" The queen mother came out of her thoughts and asked Qingcheng again.

Qingcheng met the shining eyes of the Empress Dowager, raised the corners of her lips, and replied lightly: "How would I know?"

Suddenly, the queen mother smiled and shook her head again.

"Go and see the envoys from Xiandao for Ai's family! They haven't left, they are at the embassy now."
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There may be fewer updates in the past few days. I'm not feeling well, and I can't write, sorry.

(End of this chapter)