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  Mother said, the palm is flesh, and the back of the hand is also flesh.

  Mother said, the struggle between Donggong and Sanwangfu cannot have both.

  Mother said, as a daughter of the Murong family, she was destined to sacrifice herself for the sake of her family's prosperity and consider the overall situation.

  She went on and on for hours, the whole afternoon.

  Tears in her eyes and the desolation at the bottom of my heart have dimmed the lush greenery outside the window.

  Actually, thinking back now, I don't remember many things, only that I shook my head lightly but firmly, and the disappointed look in Mother's eyes that she couldn't hide.

  Later, even though she personally pulled my hand and sent me out of the house, speaking warmly and carefully instructing me, saying many comforting words, telling me not to think too much and take good care of my pregnancy. Perhaps things haven't reached an irretrievable point yet.

  But in my heart, I knew clearly that everything had changed.

  It's not that I didn't try to convince myself, but the disappointment in Mother's eyes was too thick, it couldn't be hidden, so I couldn't even deceive myself.

  In this political struggle between Donggong and Sanwangfu, my family has already chosen to abandon me.

  A fallen queen naturally has no more hope of becoming an empress than a favored crown princess, and also naturally cannot bring greater benefits to the family.

  Since it's impossible to have both, one can only give up and prioritize their own interests, which is a common human sentiment.

  I believe that if I were in Ruo Er's position today, my parents' choice would be biased towards Nan Xiangyao, and the prosperity of the Murong family business would be more important than anything else.

  I understand, I knew it from the start, but why does my heart still ache like that.

  Perhaps I should listen to my mother's words, find out the letter and list of abolishing the eldest son that Nan Chengyao has in his hands, this is what a Murong family daughter should do, protect her family members from being disturbed, isn't it also the original intention of me agreeing to this marriage?

  But I couldn't do it.

  Even now, even if the beauty by his side every day is no longer me, even if my mother promised not to hurt him, I still can't do it.

  "Miss, this is the tonic I just brewed for you to calm the fetus, drink it while it's hot." Shu Ying walked in with a bowl of medicine, interrupting my thoughts.

  I looked at the dark medicine in the bowl and didn't take it, but slowly covered my lower abdomen with my hand.

  My child, in this world, is it only you who completely and utterly belongs to me?

  Only you won't give up on me, won't leave me, right?

  So mothers will also make their best efforts to protect you from any harm, safe and sound birth, growth, and no longer experience what mothers have experienced.

  "Miss," perhaps seeing me not going to serve the medicine for a long time, Shuying called out to me with some curiosity.

  I shifted my gaze from the medicine bowl to her face, and softly said: "Shu Ying, from today on, I'll personally write out the prescription for the An Tai medicine."

  "Why? Isn't Dr. Huang a good doctor? The master and mistress brought Miss to see him, can't they trust him?" she asked in puzzlement.

  "Just do as I say and don't let others know." I lowered my eyelids, hiding the deep sorrow in my eyes at this moment.

  But I didn't expect that even this moment of peace was not something I could enjoy for long. Hua Yi came in and opened her mouth with some care, saying: "Your Highness, Sang young lady has come again, this time together with Mr. Chun----because the third prince ordered Mr. Chun to take Your Highness's pulse and ensure a safe pregnancy, so Qin Zongguan couldn't stop them, now they are both waiting in the side hall, Qin Zongguan asked me to come ask for your instructions on what to do."

  I don't know why this Miss Sang insisted on seeing me, since the day I returned from the Prime Minister's mansion, she has repeatedly asked to see me, and now she even dragged in Chun Yu Yi.

  Even though I knew it was because of her, Chun Yu's intention to let me take his pulse. But now I really don't have the energy to deal with another round of intrigue and deception.

  She nodded and agreed, while walking away she stuck her tongue out at Shuying and said: "Amitabha. I hope she doesn't come again tomorrow, now I'm afraid of seeing green."

  Suddenly, in my mind's eye, I recalled the small sedan chair that had come out of Zixiang House that day, with its curtains lifted by a gentle breeze, revealing a person inside wearing a green silk dress, but whose face was invisible.

  That day, I didn't think much of it, and I never thought about it afterwards. After all, how could Sang Muqing, who was out on a trip, possibly stoop to such an unremarkable small sedan? "Green silk canopy, flowers filling the road, ten miles of red wedding decorations welcoming Muqing" - this is the exclusive glory of the number one dancer of the Southern Dynasty.

  But I don't know why it's like this, suddenly a thought flashed by, maybe the green-clad woman sitting in the sedan chair that day was Sang Muqing, or maybe the person my mother didn't want to see again was also her.

  So she came to me, what does she want to do?

  I called out to the painting, and with a faint shadow, I slowly walked into the side hall. As soon as I entered the hall, I saw that shallow blue and light gauze-like figure again. Although her face was obscured by the veil, her features were indistinct, but that natural and effortless elegance was unmistakable.

  This time, she was accompanied only by Chun Yu, and did not see that green-clad maid who had never left her side before.

  Chun Yu-yi first took my pulse and then wrote out a prescription for calming the fetus, also warning me several times not to let my heart be troubled.

  I thanked him and instructed Xiao Ying to take over the order, but in my heart I knew I would never use it.

  Sang Muqing saw Chun's intention and helped him finish the pulse diagnosis. He stood up with a smile: "Director Qin, Mr. Chun, may I have a private conversation with the princess?"

  Qin An glanced at me, and I nodded slightly. Then he led a group of servants out.

  Chun Yu's eyes deepened as he looked at Sang Muqing for a moment, then turned and followed him out without looking back.

  Shu Ying stood still behind me, unmoving, and met Sang Muqing's gaze as she spoke: "I won't leave, I absolutely will not take a step away from my mistress."

  "You're quite loyal to your young mistress," San Muqing said with a smile. "But have you ever thought that your loyalty might be misplaced?"

  "What do you mean by that," Shu Ying said with a huff.

  Sang Muqing, however, no longer paid attention to her and directly turned to me, lightly asking: "Where is the Wang Fei? I heard that you lost your memories from before due to a fall off a cliff. But, have you never suspected your own identity? Or perhaps, losing one's memory was just an excuse, and you simply didn't want to leave your current life."

  "Is Xiang Jie also coming to find my mother to say these useless things?" I looked at her without answering, and asked faintly.

  She was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly, but the smile seemed to convey an indescribable bitterness: "So she's already told you, so she really doesn't trust me, I thought...I thought..."

  I looked into her eyes and saw two lines of clear tears falling, but a smile was still on her lips. It was so desolate and thin that it made people's hearts ache.

  Just as he was about to say something, she suddenly raised her slender hand and pulled off her veil. Then, with a clear gaze, she looked at Shuying: "We grew up together since childhood, what about you? Don't you recognize me either?"

  Still remember the shocking swan's reflection (harem)