Distressed wife

Chapter 1 Too stupid and naive

It was snowing heavily and covered in silver.

Zhongyong Palace.

In a dilapidated house in the backyard, only a half-old and not new dragon and phoenix wedding candle was burning.

The cold wind pierced through the window lattice like an ice knife, and blew into the room abruptly, cutting Mu Ziyan's thin body one by one.

Nurse Cui, who was shivering from the cold, rubbed her hands and gasped, looking worriedly at the master whose hands and feet were already numb from the cold.

"Princess, little prince..." Nanny Cui's eyes were filled with tears, and her frozen hands tremblingly reached over, fearing that the master in front of her would lose her breath like this.

At this moment, Mu Ziyan turned her eyes slowly, stared at the flickering red candle and blinked her eyes, pursed her chapped lips slightly, her heart was swollen with headache, she suppressed the fishy sweetness in her roar, and opened her lips calmly.

I haven't spoken for a long time, and my usually gentle and quiet voice became hoarse, "Can you do it?"

"Princess, the old slave has already sent someone, and it will definitely be done tonight." Cui Mama gritted her teeth and replied, her eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Mu Ziyan curled up her hands tremblingly, her ten fingers had already been frostbitten, and the dried blood on her hands hurt her eyes, and the corners of her eyes were sore and uncomfortable. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails embedded in her palms, the pain was spreading, but it forced her to gradually sober.

She slowly got up from the chair, dressed in a plain jacket, with only a watery jade hairpin stuck in her hair, she gradually let go of her hand, raised her hand to caress the hairpin, her eyes burst out piercingly cold light.

Nanny Cui stood beside her quietly, her heart was already ashamed.

Mu Ziyan stepped out of the house slowly, and stood in the courtyard, with the thick white snow on the soles of her feet, making creaking sounds.

She just stood still in the center, letting the wind and snow blow her haggard cheeks, her delicate skin was flushed red from the cold, she stared straight ahead like an ice sculpture, as if she was waiting for someone.

Nanny Cui was waiting next to her, her lips were purple with cold, but she didn't say a word.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of heavy footsteps came from a distance, until the courtyard door was kicked open, and a tall and straight figure walked in quickly.

When that hand pinched her neck, her calm expression was frightening.

Through the pair of pitch-black eyes in front of her, she wished to dig out his heart and see how dark it was that he could freeze her own son to death.

"Bitch!" The deep roar pierced her heart like a sharp sword.

"Haha!" Mu Ziyan laughed wantonly, only feeling that the throat was overflowing with fishy sweetness, and she gradually lost her breath.

"Princess..." Cui Mama hurried forward to stop her, but was kicked out and died on the spot.

Mu Ziyan's eyes finally shed tears, she thought her tears had already dried up when she hugged the frozen Lin'er.

She raised her right hand and tightly held the devil's claw pinching her throat, and tightly held the dagger in the hand hidden in her left sleeve, and inserted her last breath into his body with all her strength.

"Looking for death!" There was another roar, and she was thrown out forcefully by him, her body flew out with that force, and fell heavily on the snow.

She supported her body with her hands, the blood dripping from the corners of her mouth fell on the pure white snow, like blossoming red plum blossoms proudly, desolate and lonely.

She stared coldly at those eyes full of anger, and shouted at Xuetian, "Lin'er, mother has avenged you, Lin'er, mother is here to accompany you."

She stood up suddenly from the ground, and rushed to the big tree beside her, but she was caught by the arm, and she was thrown on the ground again, the water jade hairpin slipped from her bun, she crawled on the snow to grab the hairpin, carefully Hugged in his arms, but his jaw was squeezed hard, forcing him to look at him.

"You caused the empress to have a miscarriage, and you won't be able to have any more children in the future. How can I allow you to die so easily." He ignored the stabbed knife, but stared at her angrily, "This king wants you to die." To be buried with the child."

"Haha..." Mu Ziyan laughed so hard that her heart throbbed fiercely, "To be buried with her, Leng Hanfeng, you want me to be buried with her child, what about Lin'er? He is your own son, and you actually treated him for her? Lin'er didn't like it, so Lin'er knelt in the snow all night, Lin'er is only three years old...how can you bear it? A tiger's poison doesn't eat its own child!"

When she saw that little figure buried in the snow and froze to death in the snow, her heart had already died, and she had given up all thoughts about Leng Hanfeng. That's why it ended up like this.

"How innocent is Lin'er?" Mu Ziyan's eyes were full of hatred, "Leng Hanfeng, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely let you, a couple of dogs, die a hard death!"

The hairpin in her hand had already been inserted into her heart, it was a treasure given to her by Lin'er.

Lin'er, mother is here to accompany you...

Leng Hanfeng looked at Mu Ziyan, who was falling limply, and let go of his hand holding her chin. His handsome face was coated with unwillingness and resentment, and his sharp eyes looked at the burning red candle on the long table in the room. .

That was when he married her...

While he was thinking, a black shadow descended, reported in a low voice, and disappeared into the snowy night in an instant.

He stared coldly at the corpse covered in a thin layer of snow on the ground, "Bitch, I want you to live in peace forever!"

Mu Ziyan thought she was dead, but why did she still see that face that she hated?

She saw her own body being bruised and ashes, and finally melted into the dragon and phoenix wedding candle. She only felt the darkness in front of her eyes, and she fainted with resentment.

When she woke up, she turned into a lonely soul, wandering in the world for a thousand years, until a thunderbolt broke the red candle, she thought she was going to die, but she never thought...

"Yan'er, my son..."

Mu Ziyan only felt that the headache was unbearable, and her body seemed to be a lot heavier, she frowned slightly, the familiar yet unfamiliar voice lingered in her ears, her heart sank slightly, and she faintly woke up.

When she opened it for the first time, the sunlight was too dazzling, she panicked for a moment, when the warm soft light lay on her cheeks, she couldn't help taking a breath, how long had she not seen the sunshine?
"Yan'er, you're awake." A gentle hand covered her forehead, her voice was full of concern.

Mu Ziyan squinted her eyes halfway, and when she met those watery eyes, her heart seemed to be cut open. Even if she was a thousand-year-old ghost, she would inevitably get excited when facing her dear ones.

(End of this chapter)