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At the back of the mountain, Qing Jue was crying his heart out.

He was crying, I was laughing, I thought, how could there be such a fool in this world?

However, my heart was filled with emotions.

The days when I was with Qing Jue was my most wanton day.

Father, Prince Rong An invited the teacher, Qing Jue, to follow him to class.

And I, every time, command the Blue Flare to do this and that.

I directed him so much that he was often late and often punished by my husband. Every time I see my husband hitting him with a ruler, I cover my mouth and laugh.

Qing Jue was a kung fu student, anyway, it didn't matter if he got beaten up a dozen times.

At that time, I was like a kid who liked to make mischievous jokes.

Occasionally, we play hide-and-seek.

I know that the most dangerous place is the safest.

Every time, I would hide right under his nose.

The maidservants in the mansion came up with all sorts of methods to help me hide.

I watched him run back and forth like a fool.

As I get older, I know that men and women are different.

However, I just don't want to be separated from Qing Jue. At that time, I didn't have any special thoughts. Instead, I felt that if we were to separate, I would be extremely bored.

Blue Tar was like a pet I had.

The days passed unhurriedly.

One day, bored, I sneaked out into the street. The liveliness in the street is different from the liveliness in the palace.

Thus, that day was the happiest day in my life.

I feel like I've gone crazy.

Especially when I saw the strings of shiny candied fruits, my eyes were straight.

The maidservant beside me kept persuading me, "Miss, that thing is dirty, don't eat it."

How could it be dirty?

In the sun, the red candied fruit gave off a charming luster, and the sweet fragrance had been spreading all along my nose. The fragrance reminded me of the word "beautiful".

At my insistent request, I finally had my dream candied fruit.

I like to eat hawthorn flavored, sour and sweet.

As the taste flowed through his lips and teeth, it felt especially good. I, too, was fascinated by that smell.

From then on, Qing Jue had another mission, and that was to sneak out to buy candied fruits for me.

Qing Jue also often advised me to eat less.

But how could I, as willful as I am, listen to him?

There was nothing Qing Jue could do about it.

As he grew older, Qing Jue became busier and busier. He had a lot of things to learn.

At the time, I had mocked him, "What's the use of you learning so much?"

He had been a servant of the palace for the rest of his life. What was the use of learning so much?

He just looked at me mysteriously and smiled. "Useful."

The green steel is getting busier and busier, but I am busier and busier.

On that day, my birthdate, in fact, was the day when I was picked up by a hundred meter square.

Qing Jue sang a little song for me.

It was the best ditty I had ever heard, melodious and melodious, singing into my heart.

I was infatuated with that little piece of music, and also with the way the flute was played with blue and white. Dressed in green clothes, he stood on top of a tree, his robes fluttering in the wind.

She was handsome and had a devilishly charming face, but she gave off a feeling of brilliance.

The happy days lasted until I was twelve.

Even though he was twelve, he wasn't that big. He wasn't that young anymore. In short, 12 years old was the age when a young girl would fall in love.

On this day, I had a falling out with my sisters in the mansion.

I don't have a good relationship with the other sisters in the manor. After all, they are the biological daughters of Prince Rong An, and I am just an adopted daughter.

But this adopted daughter of mine is the most favored by Prince An.

As long as Prince Rong An pampered me, I wouldn't even think about how much of his pampered me was genuine.

I live a life of wanton indulgence in the palace.

On that day, Prince Rong An received a lot of rewards and all sorts of jewelry.

Amongst the many jewels, there was a pearl, which was the color of the moon.

It didn't look like much, but for some reason, I just liked that bead. I felt a kind of absurd feeling in my heart, as if the pearl was my own by birth.

I picked the bead out of the countless jewels, but when I reached for it.

My sister, Ye Ming Zhu, snatched up that pearl first.

The Night Pearls liked some gaudy things, and she absolutely did not care for such ordinary, unremarkable pearls. All she did was go against me.

For a pearl, I fought with the Night Pearl.

In the palace, the surrounding sisters or servants were afraid of being caught in the crossfire, so no one dared to interfere.

In the end, I lost to the Night Pearl.

Actually, Qing Jue also taught me some kung fu skills. A descendant like me, who can fish in a river, fish in a river and climb a tree, is naturally much better than a lady like Ye Ming Zhu, who embroider flowers and plants all day long.

However, when I see that pearl, my mind will always be filled with a mess of things.

In a trance, I was pushed to the ground by the Night Pearls.

My head hit the chair.

Then I was unconscious.

When I woke up again, something strange had happened to me. There was a lot of stuff in my head. I resisted at first, and then, slowly, I began to learn to accept.

Slowly, memories that I had forgotten began to come back to me.

Although he couldn't completely remember everything, he was pretty much there.

As the saying goes, breaking one's bones for a hundred days.

I fell on my head and lay in bed longer and longer.

I had asked the mama to call her over to accompany me, but the mama had said that the mama could not enter my room, after all, there was a difference between master and servant, and a difference between man and woman.

I know what Mammy meant, but none of us said it.

Qing Jue still came to see me.

In the evening, he sneaked into my room, and none of us dared to speak, for fear that the sound of his voice might attract the maidservants of the night watch.

Just like that, he looked at me, and I looked at him.

With that look, I saw the problem.

Since there was so much in my head for no reason, I subconsciously used what I had learned.

Of course, I didn't mean to use it.

I saw a black aura of death lingering between his eyebrows.

At that time, my heart cooled down.

The grayish-black death aura was like a cold poisonous snake, hovering between his eyebrows, swallowing his life force bit by bit.