The little princess was torn, and the demon emperor patched her up

Chapter 165 She traded her flesh and blood
Queen Wu lowered her eyes.

She closed the window and walked slowly to the dressing table: "Back then, you and I were both maids in the embroidery workshop. We have been like sisters all these years. You know what I have been through..."

When she went to deliver a newly-cut palace skirt to the Dowager Concubine, she happened to run into the Emperor of Wei, who was still the Crown Prince at that time, in the Imperial Garden.

She bumped into him, but he didn't blame her. Instead, he gently helped her up and asked her if she was hurt.

She had never seen such a tall, handsome and considerate man!

She fell in love with him at first sight, and was so homesick for him that she couldn't sleep all night.

But she knew that she was of low status and was afraid that she would never be able to marry him in this life.

She began to learn from the elderly maids in the palace to pray to the gods and Buddha, and donated a lot of money to the incense offerings of the Fahua Hall, but she couldn't even see him, let alone fulfill her wish.

She began to feel discouraged.

Walking through the palace alley alone at night, she was thinking about her gloomy love, when suddenly she saw a dilapidated temple at the end of the alley.

Enshrined in the dilapidated temple was a golden statue of a god wearing a Taoist robe and a flowery hairpin. The god had a pair of fox eyes and was glaring at her with a half-smile.

The night outside was so dark, only the incense and candles on the table emitted a faint light, as if the statues of gods enshrined in the temple were the only ones in the world who could help her.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, she knelt down in front of the incense table and said respectfully, "I want to be the prince's wife! For this, I am willing to give everything, and I am even willing to give you my first child!"

The evil god heard her prayer.

The next day, the eunuchs from the Eastern Palace found the embroidery workshop.

They said that the prince fell in love at first sight with the girl he met in the imperial garden a month ago and wanted to marry her as his princess.

She was overjoyed and became pregnant shortly after her marriage.

It was not until she stroked her bulging belly that she remembered the deal she had made with the evil god.

She began to be afraid, afraid that the evil god would really take her child away.

She couldn't eat or sleep well, so she prayed to the gods again and even left the palace many times to live in famous Buddhist temples.

Several months later, with a nervous heart, she finally gave birth to a healthy baby.

So she thought that the evil god she met that night was just a dream.

She was happy and threw herself into her role as a mother, but her joy did not last long.

She soon discovered that her son was slower than other children. He always stared blankly into space and could not speak at the age of three. He refused to communicate with anyone and just hid quietly in a corner.

As he grew older, other children went to study at the Imperial College, but he still refused to go out. He either squatted in the house with his hands in his pockets like a mushroom, or sat under the porch, looking up at the sun in a daze.

He could obviously eat and dress himself, and looked healthy and handsome, but he seemed like someone had sucked his soul away, and he was stupid and foolish, doing nothing.

Empress Wu cried all day long and invited imperial physicians and famous doctors from all over the world to treat her, but they could not find out the cause.

She finally remembered the evil god she met that night.

It was the evil god who took her child away.

She sent people to search for the whereabouts of the evil god, and soon found a similar dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city. Only then did she know that this temple was called the Jile Temple, and the god enshrined in it was once the patron saint of the Gu Song Dynasty. However, he has now become an evil god that everyone wants to kill, and almost all the temples in the world have been smashed to pieces.

But she doesn't care.

She prepared abundant offerings of cattle and sheep and came to the dilapidated temple in person to beg the evil god to return her child.

For this, she can give up the position of queen.

She can even give up her husband!
But this time, the evil god ignored her pleas.

She returned to the palace in a daze and hugged her son and cried for a long time.

For the first time, she realized what she had lost in this transaction.

Her former sisters advised her to have another child. After all, she was still young and she shouldn't be trapped by a stupid son for the rest of her life.

Queen Wu thought so too.

But when she saw the emperor chasing butterflies in the spring sun, her heart suddenly seemed to turn into a ray of gentle heavenly light, and the emotions that surged in her heart were incredibly soft.

She thought this was her fault from beginning to end.

It was she who sacrificed the child for her own selfish desires and turned him into a fool.

She should take responsibility for this instead of giving birth to another healthy and smart child!

So she drank the sterilizing potion and vowed to do her utmost to protect and love her son for the rest of her life, even though her son was an idiot who couldn't even speak!

Such days continued until the end of last year.

Her son seemed to have suddenly regained his soul. He became smart, talkative and cheerful, and turned into the most lovable child in the world.

but……

While Queen Wu was happy, a slight doubt also spread in her heart.

Is the prince today really her prince?

Queen Wu couldn't tell the difference.

The candlelight in the bedroom was dim.

She looked at the no longer young face in the bronze mirror and said softly, "If you ask me if I regret it, of course I do."

I regret exchanging my child for a marriage.

Her love for the Emperor of Wei had long been worn away by the years, and only her guilt towards the prince remained, which grew and spread like weeds over countless days and nights, tormenting her so much that she could not sleep or eat and was in agony.

That's the flesh that fell off her body!

But she traded her own flesh and blood!
Empress Wu staggered to sit down, and put her hands over her tearful eyes, her voice choking with sobs: "I can no longer tell whether he is my son or not, but I still want to love him, and still want to make it up to him..."

"My lady..."

The palace maid put down the embroidery frame and stroked her thin back with pity.

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Chuxiu Palace.

Selfish and disgusting.

Xiao Baojing thought about Shang Bingjiu's evaluation of the human race, sat up and smoothed his fluffy and thick black hair.

She had lived among humans for eighteen years, and she didn't think that all people were selfish and disgusting.

She said, "If everyone is selfish and disgusting, they would be willing to make deals with you. You have already made a lot of money and eaten your fill, so why would you worry about lack of spiritual power? I'm afraid there are many people in the human race who are like Brother Xiao, who would rather die than make deals with you, right? That's why you came out of the Demonic Wall and delayed until today and didn't devour the sun!"

The young girl spoke in a crisp and clear manner, analyzing the current situation of Shang Bingjiu.

Shang Bingjiu sat up and looked down at her lips that were as red as petals: "As long as I want, there is no one in the world who doesn't want to do business with me."

Xiao Baojing raised his eyebrows: "I don't believe it!"

As soon as she finished her words, she was entangled by the tail and disappeared into the bed curtain along with Shang Bingjiu.

The palace alleys are deep.

A palace concubine and her trusted palace maid were walking at night with lanterns.

The maid suddenly pointed ahead and said, "Look, madam, there seems to be a dilapidated temple over there!"

At the end of Gong Lane, a dilapidated temple suddenly appeared. Inside the temple, there were bright lights and a ruined statue of a god standing there.