Although their faces could not be seen clearly, whether in build or facial contours,
the two bore an extremely close resemblance.
They looked like brothers related by blood.
From Xia Xi's perspective, the two differed only in hairstyle and clothing.
The sword moves of the black-haired young man in purple were exceptionally fierce, almost perfect.
Even Xia Xi, who had been tempered through countless trials, could find no fault with them.
As if
Suoxin had already accompanied the imperial physician to examine Hailan, and now she followed him over to ask Imperial Physician Xu to take Ruyi's pulse. Imperial Physician Xu took out a vermilion purple pulse cushion and placed it beneath Ruyi's wrist, then laid a piece of pristine white silk over it. Only after saying, "Pardon me," did he dare rest two fingers on her wrist.
Uncle Tie watched Luo Wanniang walk out and nodded slightly. She could be considered a well-mannered girl. Earlier, he had been a little worried that, without parents to instruct her, she might not even know basic common sense. Still, there were some things he would have to ask his wife to come over and properly teach her another day.
On the twelfth day of the tenth month in the third year of Qianlong's reign, between nine and eleven in the morning, the second prince, Yonglian, died at the age of nine. Devastated by the loss of their beloved son, the emperor and empress were grief-stricken. He was posthumously made crown prince and given the posthumous title Duanhui.
How could she, Demon Puppet, be a mere stand-in or a puppet? She wanted her freedom, her life, her dominion. Even if all living beings in the world were plunged into suffering, all that mattered was that she was happy.
The other three shook their