Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

"Master Jinghui, just tell me about this. I will tell my mother and father." After hearing Master Jinghui's words, Su Baixi immediately changed into a straight look, "After all, this is from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The master is not inconvenient to come forward.”

"It's best if this is the best. If the young lady has anything to understand, please come and ask the poor nun at any time." Master Jinghui looked worried.

Su Baixi naturally did not meet the eldest lady. When she arrived at the blessing hall, the eldest lady and her party had already gone to Leng'an.

The old lady stood at the door of the dilapidated hut with a gloomy face. The old lady was about to raise her hand to push the door open when suddenly a cold voice came from inside. Only a woman seemed to be talking to herself-

"The Bodhisattva is above, and the faithful daughter Zhou, I sincerely pray for blessings. I wish the prime minister's house in the capital, a safe house and everything goes well. The prime minister's official career is prosperous and safe, and not framed by traitors; the old lady is healthy and long-lasting, and she will be avoided from illness and pain.

Torture, I remember that the old lady has a cold disease. After so many years, I don’t know if she has recovered now…”

This is the voice of the Third Auntie worshiping Buddha and praying for blessings!

The eldest lady was stunned and suddenly felt something was wrong! Her eyelids twitched a few times, thinking of the face-like maid.

The old lady had obviously heard the words from the room, and her expression suddenly became unusual. She suddenly raised her foot and pushed open the dilapidated door-

Here, there is no scene where the eldest lady said about the third aunt having sex with a man in Leng'an, and she can't even find the shadow of half of the man.

I saw that the third aunt Zhou, dressed in rags and barefoots, was kneeling in the middle of the house, praying devoutly, without a trace of resentment towards the unfairness of fate on her face, with a peaceful expression, and she muttered to herself—

"Bodhisattva, when a believer is in the prime minister's house, I have always been grateful to the old lady for years. I have been asking the Bodhisattva to bless the old lady. In this world, I only live a life of faith. I hope that the old lady will be reduced by ten years.

Pray. And..." As if remembering something sad, the third aunt's voice suddenly choked up-

"My poor daughter Yueming, I heard that she has also come to Jing'an Temple this time. I hope she doesn't remember me, a useless mother. Let her treat the eldest lady as her biological mother. If she can live a good life, I will be satisfied.

Now.”

"Yueming is your child, how could he recognize others as his biological mother?" Suddenly, an old voice interrupted the third aunt's words. The third aunt was stunned and his back froze. After a while, he turned around.

When she saw the person standing in front of her, she rubbed her eyes hard, and a look of disbelief appeared on her face-

"Bodhisattva, am I dazzled? Did I see the old lady?"

After years of torture, the third aunt's face has lost half of the glory of the past, her skin is sallow, her thin cheeks have no flesh, her originally gentle eyes are deeply trapped in her eye sockets, without any figure, and she is as dull as a pool of stagnant water.

The lips were dry as if they had been drained.

He was only thirty years old and was in his prime, but his temples were already gray and his hands were even thin, looking like an old lady in her fifties and sixties.

Look at where she lives. In such a cold weather, the house is covered with all the doors and windows. The cold wind is coming in, and the sound of the third aunt is only wearing a thin layer of thin body.

I had a single dress, two holes on the sleeves and the back of the clothes, and I didn’t even have half a pair of shoes on my feet.

It seems that no one has been interested in her for a long time.