After experiencing the twenty-second poisonous attack, Jiang Jing completely forgot what happened in those three years. Three years is neither short nor long. What should be forgotten and what should not be forgotten are all fate.
In a large palace, a group of palace ladies filed out. The strong fragrance of medicine surrounded the cabinet, the light yellow curtain hung slantly, and a woman was lying quietly on the couch.
"Does it still hurt?"
Across the screen, a shadow was reflected on the screen. The woman on the couch turned her head and glanced at the shadow, her tightly closed lips raised slightly. She stood up and opened the tent. Before she could lift the quilt, the shadow quickly walked around the screen and came to her. She glanced at the man in mysterious robes in front of her, and her heart suddenly filled with emotion. She reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes, with tears in her eyes.
"..."
"..."
After the two looked at each other for about half a quarter of an hour, Jiang Jing was the first to break the silence.
"How are you... Doing during these days when I'm not here..."
"Well... It's pretty good... And I have a child..."
"..." At this time, the hall became quiet again, and Jiang Jing looked at him blankly. . . A very sad smile appeared at the corner of his mouth