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  "Ding ding ding——"

  This is the sound of a row of copper bells under the eaves of the Zhao State Palace's Qiong Lin Pavilion. This row of copper bells has been here since the palace was built, and for a hundred years, every time there is wind or rain, they have emitted such a clear and crisp tinkling sound. On autumn nights when the wind rises, and on days when the spring rain does not stop, it often rings out all night long.

  "Dala dala——"

  This is the sound of the crystal curtain in the inner hall of the palace being gently lifted and falling, colliding with each other. When Yin Ruxu lay on the bed and heard this sound, he knew that someone had come.

  "Your Highness, Your Highness? Come out quickly, madam is sleeping, don't wake up madam."

  This was the voice of Cang Qing, the palace maid who served her in the Xuanji Palace. Yin Ruoxi was even more familiar with her voice than Zhao Xu's, because in countless cycles, she spent the most time with Cang Qing, whether she liked it or not, everything about her was taken care of by Cang Qing, this palace maid who obeyed Zhao Xu, made her both hateful and painful.

  Cang Qing called out softly outside, but no one answered her. The thin quilt that Yin Ruoxue was covering herself with was pulled open a bit, and a small figure climbed onto her bed.

  "Mother, mother." Her child called out softly to her.

  "Mother, are you ill again?" This is a very well-behaved child, who is obedient and sensible. When he comes to see her, he never makes a loud noise, as if afraid that making a sound will startle his mother who is ill.

  Her warm but slightly cool hand was held by a pair of small hands, those small hands were hot, "Mother, are you missing your hometown? I heard that you got sick because you missed home, don't be sad anymore, when I grow up, I'll take you back home."

  When she heard this, Yin Ruoxi's heart was not moved, but subconsciously felt a sense of horror. She wanted to stretch out her hand to cover the child's mouth and tell him not to say it again, don't let that person hear! The state of Yin had already been destroyed, there was no home to return to anymore. But she couldn't move, her body wasn't under her control.

  Yin Ru Xuan saw the childlike face and the sincere eyes, and through the crystal curtain, he also saw the man standing outside. Zhao Xu stood quietly there, like a terrifying shadow, his eyes were icy cold, as if they had no temperature at all, piercing people like ice and snow.

  She knew what would happen next.

  "Madam, young master... the young master fell into the water and is gone. Don't be sad, you'll have other children..." Qing said tearfully to her, supporting her with the same hands that had drowned their child.

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