Chapter 78 The Betrayal

Xiao Yuanqi held the hairpin on Shen Sirong's head: "I can't completely trust him and put myself in a passive position. If he doesn't say it, the Wang family will be destroyed after this matter. If he says to go out, he will be destroyed together with the Wang family. With his gentle voice saying harsh words, Shen Sirong felt for the first time that the relationship between father and son of the royal family was weak.

"The concubine has always wanted to know why the emperor has a lot of tolerance for Kingli." Shen Sirong's words were hidden in her heart for a long time. She didn't understand that Xiao Yuanqi's behavior would not allow Xiao Yuanfeng to become increasingly stable.

Can't wait to reply, Shen Sirong no longer mentioned Xiao Yuanfeng, but asked, "Your Majesty, can you give your freehand care to my concubine?"

"I'll go and have a look with you. She can't stay."

"It's good. The emperor hasn't told his concubine Mother Shen what's going on now? Shen Sirong knew that Xiao Yuanqi was afraid of his soft heart and no longer forced him.

Xiao Yuanqi sighed softly: "M Mother Shen was injured, and I have sent someone to settle her in Yongqing Palace. You can go and have a look later."

The events of this day and night made Shen Sirong very tired, and even nodding seemed to have lost a lot of energy.

"Today is over, you have a good rest. Don't worry about the secret letter, and I will definitely find out. I remember your thoughts and friendship in my heart. Xiao Yuanqi didn't want Shen Sirong, who had just given birth, to hurt his body too much, otherwise it would be troublesome to fall into the root of the disease.

"Good..."

Knowing his body, Shen Sirong will naturally not insist. Moreover, her Zimo is about to hold a full moon banquet. As a mother's concubine, she also needs to prepare well.

After forcing Shen Sirong to sleep for more than an hour, Xiao Yuanqi allowed Shen Sirong to get up.

Standing at the door of the dark dungeon, Shen Sirong stopped. She didn't know how to face freehandwriting. With a warmth on her back, a push forced her to move forward.

"Some things always need to be known, and some facts have to be faced. In the palace, you should know that no one can be completely trusted. You are always too kind. Even if others force you to take a knife, you can't do it.

Xiao Yuanqi shook his head and sighed that Shen Sirong's gentleness was really not suitable for the court.

"My concubine is taught." Shen Sirong smiled softly, but his feet were much more stable. Walking through the long steps, the gloom in the underground dark room came to my nose, and the wet and cold air made people's muscles cold. The tide rose from the soles of his feet and swept up the chills all over his body.

The freehand is locked in a cell in the corner, and there are many bodyguards staring at it closely, afraid that it will be lost if they loosen their eyelids.

"handwriting. The emperor and I will come to see you." Thinking about the wet nurse in his mind, Shen Sirong was no longer timid. It was because he trusted his freehandwriting that he almost turned such a long hard work into ashes. The life of Empress Hui'an, the tragedy of the Su family, the dark days of Aunt Lanxin, Mother Shen's injury will become a ridiculous price.

Thinking of this, Shen Sirong couldn't help taking a step. She looked through the cracks in the iron fence, and her already thin figure was even thinner.

"I just want to ask why you betrayed me. Why do you work for them? Asking the words in his heart with a wry smile, Shen Sirong's eyes had more pity.

And the freehand writing in the corner just smiled coldly, and then the laughter became more and more shocking, spreading repeatedly in the gloomy dark prison.

"Mother, I can only say I'm sorry. I should have been grateful for saving me and my mother, but I still need the prince to save me. Speaking of the glass king, there was a charming light in his freehand eyes, with crimson cheeks.

Xiao Yuanqi gently hugged Shen Sirong and then pushed aside.

"So what? So you helped the Wang family?" Shen Sirong couldn't help feeling a little pain. She still remembered the ragged girl.

"No, I'm moved that my mother took me in. Even my name was taken by the Empress, but why did the Empress fail to fail the prince?

Shen Sirong didn't say a word. He looked at the freehand to get up from the corner and jumped to the front of the fence. His eyes became sharp and magical because of resentment.

"The prince is deeply in love with you. Why don't you marry him? If you become the Princess of Glass, then I can serve the prince next to you. You ruined my opportunity. Why do I still look at you obediently?

"After entering the palace, how can you really believe me? You always say that I am not as good as Sister Hanxiang, and I am not as stable as Sister Hanxiang. In your heart, I can't do anything well.

"You said you thought I was my sister. You clearly knew that what I liked was King Li, but you wanted to marry me to others."

"I can bear all this, and I can bear it... I try my best to imitate your dress and your behavior, hoping that he can look at me more. But with you by my side, I will always be the inconspicuous one. I can stand all this, because you saved me, because you are my benefactor. But you shouldn't, you shouldn't let me leave Xijing. You made me suffer. If they hadn't saved me, I would have been ashamed to be..." With that, I cried out, and those tears fell heavily in Shen Sirong's heart.

It turns out that freehand has always had a grudge against her because of the matter of King Li. She won't tell her that she wants to find a marriage for her to live a safe life. She won't tell her to leave the palace for fear of her involvement. Entangled in his heart, Shen Sirong's indifferent face cracked.

"Also, the Empress knows. My mother helped me with one of my lives, but it's better to destroy that family for me. They saved my innocence, they helped me avenge, they gave my mother a lot of money, and they let me stay with the prince... What did you do compared with them?

"What's the use of these people?" Xiao Yuanqi was angry, and his words were already murderous.

Every sentence of accusation has clearly explained the reason for the betrayal of freehand, and Shen Sirong does not want to defend it. A sense of powerlessness flowed over her, and her feet floated.

Not wanting to face such freehandness anymore, Shen Sirong turned his eyes and ignored the scolding behind him. In her hazy consciousness, she smelled the most familiar fragrance of cold plum. This fragrance made her familiar and stable, and she was very clear, freehand, and dying. But Shen Sirong didn't want her to die at her own hands.

At this time, Shen Sirong suddenly realized that in the struggle of love, only absolute persistence in his heart, like freehand, can forget all the past between them. In the struggle of hatred, there is only an unstoppable purpose, no matter what means are used, no matter who is used. In the submission of the court, there is only a forward without hesitation. No one can be sincerely entrusted. Trust is just a sasham of deception and betrayal.