The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

After being unconscious for a while, Wang Xinyao slowly opened her eyes and felt as if her head was about to explode and the pain was unbearable.

She tried to adapt herself to her surroundings.

The gilded coiled dragon candlestick was dripping with wax tears, the gilded gauze curtain was rustling in the draft, and the shadows of the nine connected copper lamps danced on her face.

Wang Xinyao knew very well that she had been captured and taken to the palace.

She looked around. The room was empty and so quiet that it was a little scary.

She shook her head, hoping to sober herself up, and then wanted to take advantage of the fact that there was no one around and use her spiritual power to control her consciousness to enter the ring space.

However, when she tried to mobilize the spiritual power in her body, she was surprised to find that she had no spiritual power at all!

How is this going?

The ring space is her greatest reliance for escaping.

Now that she can't even use this, doesn't that mean that she is no different from an ordinary person?

A strong sense of panic and fear began to surge in her heart.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like beads with broken strings, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She couldn't accept this fact, so she kept trying to mobilize the spiritual power that had disappeared.

It seemed that if she tried just one more time, the spiritual power would return to her body.

Just when she was extremely anxious, the door of the room suddenly opened slowly, and a red figure walked in like a ghost.

"Don't waste your energy! This Saint has already pressed your Tianling acupoint. Don't even think about resisting!"

The red-robed Saint said this in an expressionless and cold voice, then approached Wang Xinyao step by step.

Wang Xinyao's heart was beating like thunder, her hands were shaking as she supported herself on the ground, and her body kept shrinking backwards.

"You...you...don't...don't come over here!"

However, the red-robed Saint seemed unconcerned with her fear, and instead had a devilish smile on his face.

His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be stepping on Wang Xinyao's heart, making her fear more intense.

Wang Xinyao's back was pressed tightly against the wall, and she had retreated to the corner.

When her lower back hit the antique display case, the trajectory of the mysterious porcelain vase's fall suddenly slowed down in her eyes...

There is no turning back.

She stared at the figure that was getting closer and closer, and for the first time she felt so clearly the breath of death enveloping her.

"Tell me... where is Wang Muyun?" The red-robed Saint suddenly stretched out a hand and clamped Wang Xinyao's neck tightly like an iron clamp.

Wang Xinyao only felt a powerful force strangling her throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe, and the fear of suffocation surged in her heart.

Her cheeks flushed red instantly, and the cartilage in her throat creaked under the heavy burden between the other person's fingers. When she tasted rust on her tongue, she realized that she had bitten her cheek.

She tried desperately to break free from the Red Robe Saint's restraints, and kept slapping his big hands with her hands.

However, her strength was too weak, not even as strong as the feeling of tickling, and she was completely unable to shake the Red Robe Saint at all.

Seeing that Wang Xinyao's breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, the Red Robe Saint loosened his grip slightly.

But his eyes were still cold and sharp, staring at Wang Xinyao, waiting for her answer.

Wang Xinyao finally got a chance to catch her breath. She gasped for breath and greedily inhaled the air.

She must not die, her aunt is still waiting for her to save her.

She had just met her father, the emperor, and her mother, the queen, and she had not had time to fully enjoy the warmth of family love.

Moreover, her children were only two months old. The pain of breast swelling suddenly hit her, and two circles of light yellow seeped out of the moon-white material on the front of her clothes. The physiological reaction during breastfeeding was more humiliating than any punishment.

Children are so weak and helpless, they need their mother's care and love!

Also, her brother Zhao...

Whenever she thought of Zhao Haoxuan, her heart felt like it was being torn apart.

If I die like this, what will Brother Zhao do? How sad and desperate he will be!

Her eyes were fixed on the Red Robe Saint, filled with resentment and hatred.

but…

This hateful guy wanted to force her to tell him the whereabouts of her mother and the location of the ring space.

Absolutely impossible!

Even if she dies, she will never betray her mother!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. You look a lot like Wang Muyun." The Red Robe Saint sneered and said, "It seems that you are indeed her daughter. Tell me, where is she? Where is her ring space?"

"I don't know where the Queen Mother is! I don't even know what the ring space you mentioned is!"

Wang Xinyao's throat was dry and her voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

"You'd better tell the truth." The Red-robed Saint played with the dagger in his left hand and said gloomily, "This Saint's patience is limited. Are you sure you want to imitate your mother?"

"Want to hear the truth? Don't even think about it..." Wang Xinyao's teeth were clenched so hard that they hurt, and her nails dug deep into her palms. But she sneered at the man in red, "You are just a rat in the gutter, a million miles worse than my father, and you dare to covet my mother?"

"Snapped!"

A gust of palm wind swept past, and the Son of God suddenly raised his hand and slapped Wang Xinyao in the face.

"Shut up!" His voice was hoarse.

Five finger marks instantly appeared on Wang Xinyao's fair face.

It hurts, it hurts so much!

But she still stared at the other person coldly.

The Red Robe Saint felt unhappy when he saw the marks left on the nearly perfect face in front of him.

With a look of heartache on his face, he took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and wiped the blood from the corner of Wang Xinyao's mouth. His voice was abnormally gentle: "Yaoyao, I didn't mean to do that. Did it hurt you? Let me blow on it for you."

As he leaned over, the gold embroidery on his red robe scraped against her swollen cheek.