At this time, Gong Hanshuang lowered her head in frustration and said nothing
To be exact, Gong Hanshuang didn't dare to say a word. It is guilt, sadness and anger, self blame, and even a kind of heartache. Because of his absurd mistakes, his own son and daughter-in-law died young. Even his favorite grandson will turn against him.
The soft hearted Jiang Qiaoer really couldn't see the pain of an old man. He came to Gong Hanshuang and slowly picked up Gong Hanshuang who sat down. Just wanted to care about his greetings, he was stopped by the palace imperial minister. He hurriedly said, "Qiaoer, do you still sympathize with the devil?"
Jiang Qiao Er didn't know how to comfort the grandparents for a moment, so she could only stand between them.
At this time, Gong Hanshuang smiled helplessly and said to himself, "devil, my good grandson, call me devil. How failed I am."
"Gong Hanshuang, your hands are covered with blood. You are a living devil." the palace imperial official rebuked again.
Gong Hanshuang just said faintly: "imperial minister, do you know?"
Gong Yuchen looked at Gong Hanshuang, his eyes were unusually sharp, and said categorically, "yes, I know everything, but I know it's too late. Baidu search (txt home / \ small / \ say / \ net.)"
Gong Hanshuang shook her head helplessly and said, "imperial minister, I have nothing to say, but I have been in special pain for so many years."
"Enough, Gong Hanshuang, keep your hypocritical words for yourself. I don't care if you have been in pain these years, but you've been killing Qiao er who knows your secret. Am I right in the hall, my dear grandpa?" the imperial palace official forced him to ask.
Gong Hanshuang covered her face in pain and said helplessly, "I'm really confused. I don't want to cover up my crime. I just don't want you to hurt your parents. The shadows of your childhood are not only torturing you, but I'm torturing me all the time."
The imperial palace official had been determined to make a decision with Gong Hanshuang and said directly, "Gong Hanshuang, it's useless for you to say more. The devil is always the devil, those old years before
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