C545 You are not your own child

"Muhou, what do you want to say to me?" Feng Lingyue put down the bowl in her hands and asked.

Empress Duanwen stared deeply at her daughter, her hands trembling as she pressed them against her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she murmured, "In the end, Imperial Mother has implicated you."

"No, mother, don't say it like that. I'm your daughter. We share both good fortune and bad fortune. This is not a burden." Feng Lingyue's heart ached for her mother as she hurriedly comforted her.

"Once mother dies, you … ahem … you will have nothing to rely on anymore. Ling Yue'er, what can you do in the future?"

Although you and Xiao He are engaged, your royal father has always been cold to you without his mother. How could that scorpion, Xiao Zhenhai, accept you? The Queen looked at Yue'er with concern.

"Mother, stop saying that you won't die. You won't die. Yue Er will always be by your side, eating, talking with you. Whatever mother wants to do, I will accompany you."

By the way, does the Queen Mother remember my fawn? "That was even given to me by my master, the Queen doesn't like me to raise her, but she has already grown up. A few days ago, when we were alone in the Changchun Palace, she accompanied me. In the future, she will also accompany the Queen."

Feng Lingyue resisted the urge to cry, and an innocent and romantic smile appeared on her face.

The empress's lips quirked up in a smile. "Look at you, this look, this breath, how can you be a princess? A little deer makes you so satisfied, if you had the slightest thought of Thirteen, you wouldn't have used your hands to grind calluses all day long. Which princess's hands would have calluses growing on them?"

"It doesn't matter, Imperial Mother. I'm not afraid of calluses. Look, cocoons grow here. It's very thick and hard. It won't hurt to be pricked by anything in the future." Feng Lingyue opened her right hand, stroking the cocoon, and said with a smile, "I don't care at all."

"You, you're a girl. Which man doesn't like girls with a pair of soft, white hands? With such rough hands, you might scare them away." The empress shook her head and said helplessly.

Queen Mother, if a man likes me because I have a pair of soft white hands, or if he dislikes me because I don't have a pair of soft white hands, then I wouldn't like that person either. Feng Lingyue said as she snuggled into the empress's embrace.

"Ling Yue'er, the person you truly like, is he Lian Lian's son, Lian Lian Fu?" the Empress asked suddenly.

Yue'er's face reddened as she said, "Imperial Mother, you … why did you suddenly say that?"

Last time, when you asked him about the chance to meet with your royal father, you did not hesitate to be scolded by your royal father. He gave you this little deer that you kept like a treasure, and when you brought it up, your eyes would shine.

Since the empress had already said this, Feng Lingyue didn't refute her. She only smiled wryly and said, "It's useless even if I like him. He doesn't like me." Furthermore, I have been betrothed to the Xiao family in name, so I shouldn't think about anything else.

The empress gently caressed her head and said slowly, "You're an especially good child. The empress thought about it for a long time, but didn't know if she should tell you this secret. The empress was afraid that if she didn't tell you, it would hurt you, but it would be unfair to you."

Feng Lingyue felt her heart tremble. "Secret?" Queen Mother, what secret are you going to tell me? "

"Ling Yue'er, actually, you aren't my biological son, and you aren't the real princess either." The queen finally said after some effort.

"What …" Feng Lingyue's heart suddenly trembled. She sat up, her eyes wide as she looked at the empress in disbelief. "Imperial Mother, you, what are you saying? You're joking, right? I … I …"

"Ling Yue'er, Mother isn't joking with you. You really aren't the Queen Mother's biological son, so, you don't need to stay by our side and be implicated by us in the future for the Queen Mother's and that useless brother of yours. "The empress has already thought of a way for you these past few days. You should go and seek refuge with her, she gave birth to a daughter, but she passed away early on. Her mother's family background can be considered deep and profound, so you should go beg your royal father to put you under his name, you …"

"Muhou!" Feng Lingyue got down from the bed, flustered and flustered, not knowing where to put her hands or feet. "You, don't say anymore. This kind of joke isn't funny at all, I, I …"

When Feng Lingyue saw the Queen's deep gaze on her, she slowly stopped. She felt as if her heart had been struck by a powerful blow. She was completely dizzy, and her thoughts were clouded over. "You, are you for real?"

"…" The empress nodded wordlessly.

"Here, what's going on? Why did this happen? [Why is the Queen Mother like this? How could I not be your biological daughter? " She was so flustered, so flustered, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.

She wasn't his mother's child, she wasn't a real princess.

"Ling Yue'er, lower your voice!" The empress hastened to stop her, covering her mouth with her hands. "Don't let anyone hear. Imperial Mother's purpose in telling you this is for you to seek refuge with someone in your favour after mufei's death. No, ahem …" As she spoke, she began to cough violently and then lay powerlessly on the bed. She looked at Feng Lingyue with grief in her eyes and her face became even paler.

"Actually, I only found out about it a while after you were born. When you were born, I thought that you were born to me, and I still complained that the fortune-teller clearly said that he would give birth to a prince, but how did he become a daughter?

Then one day, she suddenly kneeled down in front of me and cried, "Sorry, I'm sorry."

I asked her what had happened, and she said that by the time her child was born, she had already passed away. In order to prevent my grief and to prevent the Emperor from being disappointed, she had someone secretly find a child to replace her. She wanted to find a baby boy to replace her.

I was struck by lightning on a clear day, and blood was pricked on your finger along with my blood. As expected, you really aren't my daughter. Go and get yourself a glass of water. " The empress panted sharply, pushing Feng Lingyue's hand as if she was about to die if Yue'er was any slower.

Feng Lingyue didn't know how she managed to reach the table or bring out a cup of water. She only saw her mother pull the golden hairpin from her head and prick her hand, drop her blood into the bowl, then prick her hand, and drip some blood as well.