The night in the small town was quiet, and the wailing of Wangying did not last long.

The inn slowly returned to peace.

But no one fell asleep except Wang Ying and Yang Mo.

Yao Wan'er lay on the bed, looking at the top of the bed with her eyes open, thinking about a lot of things.

Especially Yang Mo.

When she was in Chang'an, she had heard of Yang Mo's deeds, and it was very detailed.

Before this, she originally thought she had a rough understanding of Yang Mo.

But after seeing it with my own eyes, I found that I seemed to be thinking wrong.

He is not the kind of person he thinks he is.

This young man has many identities.

The son-in-law of the Li family, a down-and-out royal family, a slightly talented scholar, and a businessman who weaves straw sandals.

Before seeing him, Yao Wan'er had already outlined a look in her mind.

He hasn't seen himself directly...

Thinking about the short period of contact with Yang Mo.

When he saw his appearance, he was not like other men.

On the contrary, his young brother, named Wangying, was very enthusiastic about himself.

This enthusiasm is beyond the attitude that should be treated by strangers.

But Yao Wan'er was very helpful - because she was already used to it.

After I was fourteen or fifteen years old, most of the men I saw were basically like Wangying.

It's just the level of enthusiasm, some high and some low.

But there is still one like Wangying who has no concealment at all.

Will the plan succeed?

She silently took off the hairpin from her head and put it in her palm and rubbed it gently.

Yao Wan'er, who was originally very confident, lost her confidence for the first time.

No confidence in yourself, or in other words, no confidence in your appearance.

Lying on the gums, tossing and turning, it is difficult to fall asleep.

It was late autumn, the weather was not hot, and the windows were open.

A faint breeze blew in, blew through the veil, and pounced on her face.

The wind was very cold, but it couldn't blow the heat on her face.

The heartbeat slowly accelerates, which is a sign that the effect of the medicine begins to occur.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

Yao Wan'er's two slender and white legs gradually became a little uncomfortable.

She turned around and looked out the window.

It was pitch black outside the window, and occasionally a barking of dogs came, but it only made the inn's night quieter.

Zhao Ji is also unable to sleep in the inn.

Ying Zheng had already entered his dream in the small room. Zhao Ji sat next to him and slowly fanned him.

With the faint candlelight, I was ecstatic when I looked at my son's slightly tender face.

She was wondering what to do tomorrow.

What will happen to your own and your son after the sun rises?

The footsteps of the guards patrolling outside the door were very light, but the habit of being monitored that she had developed for many years allowed her to hear clearly.

This voice not only did not make her confused and panic, but she felt much more at ease.

During the more than 3,000 days and nights in Zhao State, she fell asleep with this sound most of the time.

Since she came here for these days, she has no patrol guards, which has made her feel a little uneasy.

Why did Gai Nie kill his son?

Why did Yang Mo stop Gai Nie?

I stopped today, what about tomorrow?

The two of them were discussing outside whether they were talking about how to deal with their mother and son?

She had never mastered her own destiny, and life, death, honor and disgrace were all in the thoughts of others.

Zhao Ji suddenly became irritated.

The imprisonment career in Zhao State for more than ten years is like a person shrouded in darkness.

I have long forgotten what light looks like.

During the three months I came to this world, although I was wandering, dangerous, and hopeless.

But she felt freedom for a long time.

Go wherever you want.

Take the only person I care about, my only son.

She even thought that if she arrived in Taiyuan, she found that Meng Tian was not the one she wanted to find.

Then, just live in Taiyuan, hiding his identity and relying on his own skills, he can barely support his mother and mother.

The most important thing is that my son is growing up slowly and has begun to shelter himself from the wind and rain.

At the worst, she could remarry herself - she hated Zichu, the man who was already the prince of Qin.

It turned out that she loved him very much, at least that's what she thought.

The fact that she was able to support her as a weak woman to persist in Zhao State was based on this feeling and her firm belief that after Zichu became the King of Qin, she would definitely take her back to Qin State.

At that time, she was the wife of Qin, who was below one person and above ten thousand people.

Zhao Ji's wish since childhood was to be the wife of a country.

But after coming to this dynasty, the Qin Dynasty was gone, and was wandering and had a bleak future. Although life was free, the more free the more, the faster the love for Zichu in Zhao Ji's heart turned into hatred.

I persisted for him for so many years, but ended up like this.

Is it worth it?

When Zhao Ji first learned that he had married a new wife in Qin State, he did not hate this.

She was thinking about it...

I slowly thought of Yang Mo.

This young man...is very special, he seems to have an indescribable charm.

If you settled in Taiyuan, should you consider him in your future?

Zhao Ji is very confident in herself.

Especially when she clearly saw that Yang Mo's expression changed when she took off her mask.

Although the stunning and desire to conquer flashed by, it still means that he had it.

As long as you have this kind of thought and desire, Zhao Ji has the confidence to expand this kind of thought and desire infinitely.

If this is true, my son should have a good future here...

The surroundings are quiet, and the moonlight illuminates the backyard of the inn.

But what if they were discussing that they would execute their son tomorrow?

When Zhao Ji Wuming thought of this possibility, she became irritated.

She felt an impulse, and she wanted to push the door open to find Yang Mo, and asked him how he would deal with his son.

A lonely night can easily make people impulsive.

Especially the woman who felt insecure, she stopped shaking the fan, stood up, and wanted to push open the door to find Yang Mo.

Just as she put her hand on the door bolt and suddenly hesitated.

I heard a sound from outside.

Then the sound of the door being kicked open came again.

Break this suffocating quietness.

The outside suddenly became chaotic.

"There are assassins!"
To be continued...