But unfortunately, she didn't add enough Youmo Xingzi, and she felt like she was about to collapse from the fragrant chicken soup.

Only the mourning platform has a glimmer of clarity. This is Pei's little bitch's conspiracy. She can't do it. She has to hold on. Otherwise, she will definitely not end well once the prince is gone.

The queen couldn't bear it and closed her eyes, wanting to be out of sight.

This queen is really not stubborn.

Well, it depends on how long you can last.

She drank up a bowl of hot ginseng soup, then scooped half a spoonful into the pot and poured it gently into the queen's lips. It only wet the queen's lips, and then quickly removed it.

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The queen had already endured it to the limit. She tasted a little bit of the delicious chicken soup. It was like drinking poison to quench her thirst and eating the marrow to taste the taste. She couldn't resist it and suddenly grabbed Qinghuai.

With his hand, he raised his head to bite the spoon that was withdrawing his legs.

Qing Huai twitched her hands hard and said, "What are you doing? You want to drink chicken soup."

The queen was like crazy, biting the spoon and sucking it, but unfortunately, there was no trace left in the spoon.

Pei Xiaoqing glanced at Aunt Zhou, who wisely filled a bowl of soup and respectfully put it in front of the Queen's eyes: "Your Majesty, drink it."

The Queen was overjoyed and reached out to hold the long-awaited soup bowl.

When Qing Huai stood up, she staggered and knocked over the bowl in the queen's hand.

Fortunately, it had cooled down a lot early. Although it was a bit hot, it would not burn the Queen.

The queen had already cared about the burning pain, but the soup she had just received was broken, and she felt that her heart, liver, spleen and lungs were all hurting.

Qing Huai held up a piece of white paper and waved it in front of her eyes.

The queen finally gave in, grabbed the white paper, and nodded to Pei Xiaoqing. No matter what the future floods were, she would drink a bowl of hot soup first. For the queen at this moment, a bowl of hot soup was more valuable than the throne.

Even more important, without life, all wealth and splendor are just a cloud.

There was a smile on Pei Xiaoqing's face, and she asked the two women to help the queen, Qinghuai was grinding ink aside, Narcissus laid out the paper, and the queen struggled to pick up the pen. Although it was slow and reluctant, she still wrote down

got what Pei Xiaoqing wanted.

After Pei Xiaoqing read it from beginning to end, she extended her hand to the queen again, and the queen looked at her in astonishment.

"Mother, you should know that without a token, just using this piece of paper is unconvincing." Pei Xiaoqing smiled slyly.

The Queen spoke with her lips: "No, there is no token."

Pei Xiaoqing sneered, and suddenly took a hairpin from the queen's head, "Your Majesty, this hairpin should not be a royal thing."

The queen's face suddenly turned blue.

But she still didn't quite believe that Pei Xiaoqing could really see something. She must be deceiving herself, the queen thought.

"Do you know that I am the Lord of Qilin, how can I not recognize the things belonging to the Shangguan family?" Pei Xiaoqing held the jade hairpin in her hand and said, "I have been attracted to this hairpin since you entered the house.

I've been playing around for so long, but I just wanted to see it,

Do you love yourself more or do you love the prince more? Now it seems that you still don't love the prince enough and are unwilling to sacrifice for the prince. You are really not up to standard as a mother." Pei Xiaoqing smiled and put the hairpin away.

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