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After a long period of ravaging, Gongsheng breathed heavily and threw her into the back of the car. He then sat in the driver's seat and drove away frantically.

Right now, An Xin didn't have the time to worry about how the surroundings would turn out. She could only roll herself up and grit her teeth to not let herself cry out.

He didn't look at her from time to time in the rearview mirror, but she lay there, her long, disheveled hair falling over her body.

Her head was covered by the seat, so it was hard to see her expression. However, one could tell from her stubborn body that she was trying her best to restrain her tears.

Gong Sheng's heart was struck hard. He quickly shifted his gaze away, refusing to continue watching.

The position of his chest, was precisely because of the woman behind him. It brought about wave after wave of restlessness, as Gong Sheng ruthlessly hit the steering wheel twice.

After a long while, Gong Sheng cursed in a low voice, "Damn it."

An Xin's wet eyes trembled, but she did not move.

"Don't worry, let's talk about a condition." Gong Sheng turned around, his ice-cold eyes swept across her body with an unfathomable depth.

An Xin's body trembled as she slightly raised her head to look at the man behind the driver's seat.

"Your mother's death, eh."

"You, what did you say?" Mother's death? An Xin sat up in her seat and looked at Gong Sheng, who was driving.

"That's right. Your mother did not die a normal death. Do you want to know?"

"..." "What are the conditions?" An Xin clenched her small hands into fists. Her mother did not die a normal death. At that time, she thought that Doctor Li was acting strangely. She had always suspected that her mother's death was actually due to some other reason?

"To be the woman of my palace."

The palace sage spoke with a tone of an aloof and exalted king. It was an order, not a negotiation.

An Xin's lips quivered for a moment, and her gaze was a little wooden as she looked at Gong Sheng, her heart tangled with him as to whether or not to agree. Perhaps she could investigate it herself.

"What do you think you can find out with your ability?" Gong Sheng emotionlessly asked, as if he could read her thoughts.

"I …" An Xin's dull eyes immediately lifted up and knocked into the eyes of the palace saint, causing her to be stunned once again.

Could she still believe him? What happened to letting her go? In less than half an hour, didn't he bring it up again? Could she believe that his mother had died, or that he would actually help her find the cause of death?

"What about me? If you have something to say, then quickly say it." After waiting for a minute and seeing no response from her, Gongsheng angrily hit the steering wheel a few more times.

"May I ask, sir, if I may believe what you say?" What she said was, of course, true to what he said.

"Woman, are you suspecting me?" Gong Sheng raised his eyebrows. He took a photo from the car and threw it in front of An Xin. "This is what you've found so far. You can decide after looking at it."

She took the photo and took a glance at it. An Xin's heart began to hurt. She gritted her teeth and began to make her last struggles.

"There's a date on the photo."

Gong Sheng reminded her kindly.

As expected, An Xin swept her gaze across the photo. A few days before the date hospital called, the hand holding the photo suddenly trembled, and the photo fell to the ground.

So, this picture of my mother in the morgue...

An Xin breathed with some difficulty. She opened her eyes wide, but did not focus her eyes. After some time, she forced out two words, "I agree."

Her heart shrank in pain. So her mother had died long ago, long ago. No wonder An Qiao had never allowed her to see her mother. An Qiao … An Xin's small hand clenched into a fist, and her fingernails dug into her palm without feeling anything.