The elderly man in dragon robe looked at the baby in front of him without any emotion.
"She is indeed my daughter." He frowned in disgust and glanced at the little guard beside him. The little guard understood immediately, walked out of the palace quickly with the baby girl in his arms, and put her down in a dark corner.
Not long after, a man wrapped up tightly staggered to this corner. She slowly sat down against the wall, breathing heavily, and suddenly noticed the baby girl next to her. The anger in his heart seemed to have found an outlet, and he pulled out the knife and was about to stab him. "Bad luck." At the critical moment, she put away the knife, picked up the baby girl and disappeared into the rain.
Eighteen years later, a plague came to Lizhou City. The plague was unexpectedly ferocious, and the doctors throughout the process were helpless. In order to prevent the spread, people can only watch their loved ones being buried in the loess bit by bit.
"Can this beautiful scenery relieve your resentment?" Ye Shumo quietly landed next to Shen Qiqi, shaking a bone fan gently. There was a smile in his eyes, but not as deep as his eyes.
"Boring." Shen Qiqi covered her face, her tone was cold but her expression could not be seen clearly.
"Your master took action against this epidemic." After saying that, Ye Shumo chuckled and put away his fan. "I heard -" he looked at Shen Qiqi narrowly, "someone in the palace is also infected."
Shen Qiqi's pupils narrowed suddenly, and the fists at her side clenched quietly, then suddenly let go, with a smile on her face.
"That's really, really great."
In the palace, the young emperor stood under the only acacia tree, looking at the top of the wall with his hands behind his hands, and murmured: "Aren't you willing to kill me yourself?"