Jinghui's hand suddenly became stiff, and then she slowly shook it into a fist. She didn't speak. The queen mother scolded her so fiercely. When the queen mother finally scolded her, she got up, moved the little girl to the bed from the opposite soft couch, opened the food box, brought out a plate of hot dumplings from the inside, and then took out two chopsticks, one for herself In his hand, a pair was sent to the Empress Dowager.

"Empress dowager, this is the first time that I have spent new year's Eve with you. I made all the dumplings myself. They are not good-looking, but they are good-natured. Don't abandon them." Jinghui said softly.

In the face of such a gentle Jinghui, the Empress Dowager only felt like she had punched cotton. In fact, this feeling is not only now. As a child, Jinghui was too obedient and too quiet, like a wooden stake.

"Don't use your mind here in the future. It's all the people who are imperial concubines. They still do what they should do all the time. They don't think they are self contemptuous," said the Empress Dowager in a cold voice. She didn't pick up the chopsticks handed by Jinghui. She frowned at the expressionless Jinghui. The more she looked at it, the tighter she frowned. When she spoke again, her voice became more impatient. "You can take these things later Your mind is all used to serve the emperor. You are not young and just born. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear a general for two or three years. Don't think that your face is the same as your aunt's, and the emperor will die for you. The harem has never lacked the charming man's foxes. The emperor will be bored one day if you have no water or soup. "

Jinghui still kept her head down and didn't speak. She picked up a dumpling and slowly put it into her mouth. The taste of shiitake and green vegetables filled her mouth. It was clear that it was salty and just right. It was clear that her lips and teeth were fragrant, but she couldn't swallow it. She thought that the dumpling was too bitter. It was more bitter than the soup she drank every day. Her eyes were wet.

But she still swallowed the dumpling, along with the tears in her eyes.

She put down her chopsticks, raised her head slowly and looked at the Empress Dowager: "yes, not bad. If it wasn't for the same face as her, how could the emperor look at me more? The queen mother as like as two peas, and I am afraid that I was killed thirty years ago. In the final analysis, it is only a natural child born by a singer, born with a low born nature, so even though she has a face that looks exactly like her, she is always making a living by selling flesh and skin.

"You What do you mean by that? " The Empress Dowager frowned and looked at Jinghui. She thought that Jinghui was very strange. On weekdays, she would never say so many words in one breath and would never dare to use them like this The Empress Dowager looked at herself scornfully. She stared at her back and became cold. Unconsciously, she grabbed the quilt tightly and scolded, "the AI family cultivated you, let you grow up safely, and then took you to the palace and made you a princess. This is something that all women in the world are looking forward to. Isn't it possible that the AI family is harming you?"

"No, you didn't hurt me, you just..." Jinghui said softly, after a pause, she looked at the slightly nervous face of the Empress Dowager thoughtfully, and then sneered, "she personally pulled a pimp for her son, and the object was still me who called you grandmother, that's all."

"You How dare you say such a thing? It's lawless! " The Empress Dowager was so angry that her eyes were round. She had never met such a bold and unrestrained person before. She pointed to Jinghui with trembling fingers and shouted angrily, "who gives you courage? How dare you talk to the mourner like this?! Who gave you the courage? "