Reborn as a concubine's daughter and entering a noble family: Xie Lang, don't be too seduc

Perhaps she should tell Xie Shu, who has been investigating the assassin, about Si Qingyue.

But she didn't.

She reminded Si Qingyue only because Xie Lin had discovered Si Qingyue's identity. She had promised Xie Lin first, and she couldn't betray Xie Lin in front of Si Qingyue.

Being caught in the middle is a real dilemma!

"Why?" Si Qingyue asked in surprise.

"Why?" Hawthorne was truly stumped by the question. What could it be? Perhaps... "My sister has not wronged me, so I cannot wrong her. Even if I am weak and cannot protect her, I will never utter a single word that would harm her."

Although Si Qingyue had kidnapped her and taken her to the outskirts of the city under the cover of darkness.

But in the end, I didn't do anything to hurt her...

She didn't know why Sister Si did that, but she was very clear that Sister Si hadn't wronged her.

Even in front of her, one can show their other identity without any reservations.

Since Sister Si trusts her, she naturally has to be someone Sister Si can trust!

Si Qingyue stood there, stunned, her heart unable to calm down for a long time...

In her memory, someone had once said something similar to her—

"...If you treat her well, she will treat you well in return. From now on, you will be her older sister, and you must protect her. When she grows up, she will protect you too."

Hawthorne's current appearance is gradually overlapping with the image of the late empress in her memory.

At this moment, Si Qingyue was absolutely certain that Sang Hua was the late Empress's surviving daughter. "Yes!"

She was as solemn as she had been back then, and even she herself was probably unsure whether this was a response to Hawthorne or a promise made to the late Empress again after so many years.

She will protect Sang Hua well.

We will spare no effort to ensure that no one harms the late Empress's bloodline!

On the way back, childhood memories came flooding back.

For many years, it had been her nightmare: her chasing and playing with the late empress and her maids in the palace. Inside the late empress's swollen belly was the child about to be born...

He held her hand and placed it on his stomach.

The late empress asked her, "Yue'er, how about I give you a little sister?"

She asked the late Empress why the Empress herself didn't have another son, since all the concubines in the palace wanted to have sons.

Si Qingyue clearly remembered—

At that time, a sad and complex look flickered in the late empress's eyes. She said that it was better to have a daughter than a son, because a son born within the palace walls was destined to have a hard life ahead.

It would be better to have a daughter. As long as she and His Majesty are willing to pamper her, the daughter can live a carefree life without having to calculate or consider anything.

When she reaches the appropriate age, she and His Majesty will choose an outstanding young man as her husband...

But all of this ultimately failed to materialize.

The city fell, the family was destroyed, and a fire burned everything to the ground.

The little princess lost her loving parents shortly after her birth, and her brothers died one after another in the massacre.

The little princess was also lost and her whereabouts are unknown.

In those years, Si Qingyue and the restoration organization of the previous dynasty searched for the whereabouts of the little princess, but they became disheartened due to the lack of news. Unexpectedly, just when she was about to lose hope, the little princess appeared before her.

With just a fleeting glance, she recognized Hawthorne.

It's because Sang Hua's face is almost identical to the late Empress's...

It's so similar!

From the moment Sang Hua appeared before her, the nightmares of the past were no longer the shackles that bound her. She no longer needed to fear dreaming of the late Empress; in her future dreams, she could openly tell the late Empress that she had found the little princess!

However, this was only the beginning; the little princess was still in a dangerous place like the Xie family home.

She could not tell Sang Hua about the affairs of the previous dynasty, nor could she tell Sang Hua about the late empress in person.

She needs to think carefully about how to rescue the little princess.

After Si Qingyue left, Huo Sanghua once again lost her spirit, slumped on the bed, coughing incessantly as she drifted into a deep sleep. She could only take Qinghuai's veiled insults outside the door as amusement.

Right now, she has no energy at all, let alone the will to teach anyone a lesson.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up the room was much darker...

It must be nearing dusk. How hateful those people, seeing her alone and sick in her room, didn't even bother to light a lamp for her.

They'd love for her to die quietly!

No... she can't die!

Just as the thought of suicide was about to take hold of her mind, Huo Sanghua suddenly opened her eyes. The soreness in her body made her extremely uncomfortable, but even so, she gritted her teeth and sat up.

water... ...

She wanted to drink water.

He hadn't had a drop of water all day, his whole body was burning with fever, he was in constant pain, and his throat was extremely dry, as if it were being cut by a knife.

With no one else to rely on, she could only struggle to her feet and slowly incline towards the table, where tea was laid out. If she could just get to it, she could have a sip...

But every step she took felt like walking through a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire.

His condition did not improve; in fact, he became even weaker.

As he slowly made his way to the table, Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief and reached for the teacup...

As luck would have it, Qinghuai pushed open the door and entered, taking in her disheveled state. He sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so lucky."

He stepped forward first, dodging the teacup in front of Sang Hua.

He scoffed, "What? Want some water?"

Hawthorne had almost run out of strength to keep her eyelids open. She opened her mouth, struggling to utter two words, "Give me—"

"You want it?" Qinghuai seized the opportunity and couldn't wait to teach her a lesson. She looked like she was about to die, and the second young master of the Xie family was nowhere to be found.

Around noon, seeing that she was seriously ill, Wutong took it upon herself to go to Old Madam Xie's place to beg for help.

Madam Xie must have known about Huo Sanghua's serious illness for a long time, but now it's getting dark and there's still no sign of it.

They definitely don't intend to care about her anymore.

Suddenly, Qinghuai became violent, smashing the teacup to pieces. The shards scattered across the floor, cutting Huo Sanghua's cheek.

"You still want more water?!"

"You!!" Huo Sanghua, exhausted, leaned on the table and slowly collapsed.

"We're all servants in the palace, so why are you able to defy fate? It seems God is fair after all; you used your birth to bully us sisters! Ultimately, you couldn't bear such a great favor and fell ill..."

She was overjoyed, convinced that Hawthorne's luck had run out.

I almost burst out laughing.

"Huo Sanghua, even if you have the luck to rise to the top, so what? The orphan of the Huo family... Do you really think you're one of those pampered noble ladies? Being raised by Consort Qi's side and bearing the identity of Consort Qi's adopted daughter makes you superior to us?! In the end, you're just like us!"

"Water..." Hawthorne stared at the water on the ground, wanting only to drink a sip, otherwise she might really lose consciousness again.

However, upon hearing Qinghuai's words, he couldn't help but smile.