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Just as Xiao Yao wanted to say something, she was pulled by the Aunt Yang.

Waiting until Yu Zhaoyi brought Zhong Miao Yi into the house, only then did Aunt Yang say with a hoarse voice: "She's crazy. She can do anything. You want to provoke her and then harm the princess?"

The question seemed to be enlightened, Xiao Yao immediately shook her head, she did not want anything to happen to the princess.

Seeing that Xiao Yao was getting nervous, Aunt Yang released her hand: "Let's guard here. If she makes any movements, we can make it in time."

Yu Zhaoyi brought Zhong Miao Yi to his room. Zhong Miao Yi had already been here before and there was nothing there.

She brought Zhong Miao Yi to continue walking further inside. Inside, there was also a bedroom with an old and worn out dressing table and a bed that could be considered to be clean and tidy.

Yu Zhaoyi told Zhong Miao Yi to sit on the dressing table. She stood behind him and put her hand on her shoulder.

She did not smile, and her expressionless face reflected in the mirror was exceptionally frightening.

"Zhao Yi?" The Zhong Miao Yi called out to her softly, but Yu Zhe Yi continued to stare at her without moving.

Zhong Miao Yi turned her head, wanting to look outside. Just as she moved, Yu Zhaoyi spoke coldly: "Don't move."

Zhong Miao Yi was stunned and her body stiffened because she felt Yu Zhaoyi's hand moving along her shoulder towards her neck.

"Look at your face. It's young and beautiful. The first time I saw the emperor, he was the same as you." She let out a faint sigh, her eyes empty, as if looking through this mirror and looking at the past, "Aunt Yang is old, you can deceive her, can you deceive me?"

"What?" Zhong Miao Yi's heart went numb from the touch of this strange finger. When she came back to her senses, Yu Zhaoyi had already bent down to put her face close to hers.

"Princess? "Hehe." She sneered twice while staring straight at the mirror. Zhong Miao Yi suspected that she did not even know how to blink.

"Look at your face, which princess are you? You are the princess of Imperial Consort Zhong? Hahahahaha, don't make me laugh, Imperial Consort Zhong is here. She had no daughter! "No!" After laughing twice, Yu Zhaoyi suddenly grabbed Zhong Miao Yi's neck and roared, "No daughter! No! No one else! Where did you come from! You want to lie to me? "You bitch!"

Zhong Miao Yi struggled up, her legs kicked randomly, both of her hands continuously breaking apart Yu Zhaoyi's hands, even hitting her face or pulling on her hair was useless.

Yu Zhaoyi was already a madman. Crazy people couldn't be understood with common sense. She wanted to kill him.

This thought suddenly flashed across Zhong Miao Yi's mind, she could not die! She can't die yet!

Yu Zhaoyi's laughter resounded in his ears like a piercing demonic sound. Zhong Miao Yi was really unable to endure it any longer and was unable to breathe, feeling like her lungs were about to explode.

At this moment of confusion, he kicked Yu Zhaoyi in the stomach and chest.

Yu Zhaoyi staggered backwards, the strength in his hands loosened, Zhong Miao Yi gasped for breath, and finally struggled back from the brink of death.

The two of them made a lot of noise, when Xiao Yao and Aunt Yang who were guarding outside entered, Zhong Miao Yi had just kicked Yu Zhaoyi away, she was lying on the ground panting, her face full of tears.

She slowly crouched down. "Zhaoyi?"

When no one replied, Aunt Yang reached out to help her and found out that Yu Zhaoyi was staring at her without moving.

Aunt Yang was stunned for a while, before realizing that this was not the look and posture of a living person. She pulled Yu Zhaoyi up, then looked at the pool of blood on the ground.

Even after the Zhong Miao Yi had recovered, she still lacked the strength in her body. Seeing that the Aunt Yang didn't say a single word as she supported Yu Zhaoyi with her back, she struggled to speak. "Aunt, she."

Aunt Yang slowly turned her face sideways: "Princess, she's already dead."

Dead?

Half of Zhong Miao Yi's words were stuck in her throat, and she did not know what to say at that moment.

Yu Zhaoyi, who wanted to strangle her one minute ago, died just like that?

Aunt Yang also said: "Miss Xiao Yao is right, Princess, stop looking. Go back and rest, Yu Zhaoyi. "Sigh, it can also be considered a relief, otherwise, when will these endless days end?"

The Zhong Miao Yi did not insist. Xiao Yao supported her back to the palace in which the Aunt Yang lived and made a room for her. Fortunately, there were still excess blankets in the Aunt Yang's room.

Zhong Miao Yi sat at the table for a long time, unable to calm down.

She had killed someone, and Yu Zhaoyi had been pushed out by her.

Although the Aunt Yang said that this was Yu Zhaoyi's relief, it couldn't be denied that she really did kill someone. Yu Zhaoyi died because of her.

Xiao Yao looked at Zhong Miao Yi's neck in pain: "You're pinching me so hard, seriously."

"Xiao Yao." The Zhong Miao Yi trembled as she spoke, "I killed someone, I pushed Yu Zhaoyi out. I killed her."

Xiao Yao was startled, and immediately held onto Zhong Miao Yi's hand: "Princess, she wants to kill you! Look at your neck! If you don't push her away, she'll strangle you! Princess, you didn't do anything wrong. Didn't Aunt Yang say so too? This is her relief. "

Zhong Miao Yi blinked her eyes and looked blankly at the light that had already dimmed outside the door.

All he could see was despair that his life could not endure.

Her tears rolled down her face, and Yu Zhaoyi felt pity for her. Wasn't she also a pitiful person?

Yu Zhaoyi was released, but what about her? Her ordeal had only just begun.

"I want to be by myself for a while." Zhong Miao Yi closed her eyes. Her mind was filled with images that were so messy that it seemed like codes were crumbling. These images almost drowned her out.

Xiao Yao didn't know how to comfort Zhong Miao Yi either. She could only push the door to her room quietly, and just turned the corner to run into him.

The Aunt Yang didn't have any sad expression. It was hard to believe that she had just witnessed the death of someone.

"He's resting." Xiao Yao sniffed, she was not really in a good mood.

Hearing that, Aunt Yang looked in front, and then nodded to her, saying: "Then come with me."

Xiao Yao didn't know what the Aunt Yang was going to do, but the Zhong Miao Yi didn't want her to wait on him, so she could only follow her and do something.