Chapter 292: Su Yu's Past (6)

Su Qizheng really didn’t want to tell Han Jing about this, because she might not be able to remember the things she knew, but her impression was extremely deep, because she really couldn’t believe it. How could there be such a mother in the world!
But there was nothing to be entangled in the cold mirror, Su Yang still said something about what happened back then. Please remember my URL:
She is six or seven years older than Su Yu. Her mother died when she was very young. She was talented and her father was a little bit of a pain to her. At the time, she was in the harem, and she was no one. Dare to offend.
She has watched a lot of scenes of harem concubines competing for favor, and there are also many people who use children to make rafts to find things. These are common in the harem, and Su Qizheng has matured earlier than other children since childhood. So she can see many things clearly, and she will not interfere randomly, and she will not be nosy.
Until one day, she passed by Xia Ji’s palace. Xia Ji is the favorite concubine brought back by her father Huangxin. She has a beautiful face and a pair of blue eyes. She is very beautiful and moving, not to mention a man, even a woman. She could not help being tempted, making people unable to believe that there should be such a fairy-like face in this world. What’s even more rare is that Xia Ji has a gentle temperament on weekdays, and she treats people more amiably. Su Qizheng doesn’t like the women in the harem, but she doesn’t dislike Xia Ji very much, because when Xia Ji smiles, she makes people feel like spring breeze. It made her think of her mother who died young.
But that day, when she was outside her palace, she heard the cry of a child inside.
There was only one child in the temple, and that was the child born to Xia Ji. His father named him Suyu, the eleventh prince of Nan Yao Kingdom. But in fact, Su Qizheng knew that it was not the father's child, but she remembered that the child was very beautiful and the father liked him very much. Xia Ji had a big belly when she arrived in the palace. She had secretly heard the conversation between the emperor and Xia Ji. The child was the child of Xia Ji and someone else, but the emperor loved Xia Ji and didn’t care about the child’s birth. Who is the father, and said that he would treat him like his own son, and would never treat him badly.
The sound of sobbing was intermittent, unrealistically heard, but it sounded truly, and Su was unable to bear curiosity while shaking the kite, so he went into the hall through the side door while no one was paying attention, and turned towards the sound Go in the direction.
Su Yu was only half a year old at that time, and Su Zheng was still thinking about whether the palace man was negligent, otherwise why would she keep crying, but when she followed the voice, she was shocked. Some Can't believe what I saw.
In the small garden in the temple, there is a thorny blood-colored rose. In the flower bush, there is a child wearing only a thin silk cloth. The whole body is pierced by the spikes of the rose, and a piece of white blouse is covered. He could not tell whether it was blood or rose flower juice. His cries were fragmentary, like pain, and as if he had no strength to cry again.
At this time, his biological mother, Xia Ji, was sitting on the limp beside the flowers, served by the maidservant, mixing the freshly mashed rose flower juice with spices to make a bright red blood-like juice. With her nails, she even squinted her eyes comfortably, humming an unknown tune along with the fragmentary cry.