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Xuan Yuan Empire, Prime Minister's Estate.

Waves of weeping came from an elegant courtyard.

Crying, who's crying? Qing He slowly opened his eyes.

"Second Madam, Young Miss opened her eyes. She is back to life." A maidservant screamed.

The woman who was holding her in pain immediately lifted her head and looked at her eyes. She both cried and laughed, "I'm alive, my He'er is alive. I know you won't abandon your mother."

"Doctor Zhang, quickly let her have a look." Qing He looked towards the source of the voice and saw a tall and handsome man looking at him worriedly.

"Yes, master."

Qing He thought this chancellor was more handsome than the ones on TV.

Doctor Zhang checked his pulse and said happily, "Congratulations, young miss. Your body is still weak and needs a good rest."

Looking at the quaint room and the people in ancient clothes, Qing He was confused. He had just crossed the road and a car was charging towards him. Qing He was very clear that he had indeed been hit by a car. He could still feel the pain clearly. Where is this? Heaven?

The woman holding her was very beautiful. She had just said that she was her mother?

The woman continued, "What's wrong with you? Can you tell your mother?"

Qing He's eyes were full of doubt. He moved his lips and asked, "Who are you?"

The beautiful woman was stunned, her tears were full of sadness, and her voice trembled, "I'm your mother, you don't know me?"

Qing He looked around and shook his head. "I don't know any of you."

Dr. Zhang said slowly, "Second Madam, don't worry. Third Miss's body is fine. Perhaps she was too agitated and lost her memories."

The first wife had a complicated expression on her face. "Doctor Zhang, didn't you say she was hopeless? Why is that so?"

"The third lady was indeed hopeless before, perhaps it was the heavens that saved her."

Second Madam Ye stroked Qing He's face with a smile. "It's alright if you don't remember mother. Your mother will be happy." After which, he fainted.

The Prime Minister immediately supported the Second Madam and said harshly, "Doctor Zhang!"

"Second Madam is just overworked. She should rest well," Dr. Zhang said after a few moments of diagnosis and treatment.

The Prime Minister heaved a sigh of relief and said to the first wife, "If I want to go out to handle some matters, I'll leave them in your care. Pass down the order that no one is allowed to discuss these matters. Violators will be punished!"

The first wife replied, "Yes."

After the first wife left, she said to the people in the room, "Third young miss is fine. You can all leave. Qing He needs to rest."

After arranging everything, the first wife gently said to Qing He, "Rest well. If you need anything, just let me know."

You can also tell me, I'm your sister Su Qingyao, you can ask me any questions, but it's very late now, you need to rest. I'll come back tomorrow, my mother and I will leave first.

He looked at them and nodded.

After waiting for the others to leave, Qing He thought back to what had just happened. It seemed like he had crossed over to another world.

She felt that her body was very soft, she moved her legs, and a smile appeared on her face. When she was young, there was an accident, and she had lost her left leg, and this body was still intact. Furthermore, there was such a beautiful mother who cared for her, so when she thought of this, she smiled bitterly and smiled.

Qing He felt a little hungry. She asked, "Is there anyone here?"

A maidservant hurriedly ran over, "Miss, what's wrong?"

Qing He took a look and saw that it was the maid that had opened her eyes. Qing He looked at her and asked, "What's your name?"

The maidservant looked at Qing He and complained, "Miss, this servant is Little Zhu, the maidservant that has been following you."

Qing He looked at her with guilt. "I have lost my memory. I don't remember anything. I'm hungry. Can you prepare some food for me?"

Little Bamboo happily replied, "I've been preparing since a long time ago. I'll go get it."

Qing He frowned. "Don't say anything about me from now on."

Little Zhu looked at Qing He with wide eyes and thanked him, "Thank you, Miss."

The bowl of porridge soon reached the bottom. Qing He pulled on Little Zhu and asked, "What happened to me? Tell me everything about me. "

Little Bamboo wanted to speak but hesitated.

"Say it. Tell me, then I can protect myself better."

Xiao Zhu sighed, his eyes filled with sadness. "The young miss's name is Su Qing He, sixteen years old, she's the third daughter of the prime minister, her birth mother is the second wife, a few days ago the young miss went to burn incense. "I was knocked unconscious by them. They thought that I was only able to escape calamity because I was dead, but when they found the young lady, my clothes were all ruined. The news spread like wildfire throughout the city, saying that the young lady was a broken flower and a broken willow."

While speaking, she began to sob: "Miss used to be very popular, many young talents proposed to you, after that happened they taunted you, for a few days Miss didn't eat nor drink, a few days later Miss took three feet of the white silk and committed suicide."

"It's a slave …" I found it. Today, I brought you food, opened the door, and found you... "At that time, I was terrified, wuu …

Little Bamboo sobbed silently and comforted her, "Don't cry anymore, I'm still fine."

Little Bamboo stopped her tears. "Miss usually treats me pretty well. Seeing that Miss is doing well, Little Bamboo is happy."

Qing He felt a warm feeling in his heart. He smiled and said, "I will always be good to Little Bamboo."

Little Bamboo's eyes were filled with tears. "Thank you Miss, Little Bamboo will always be good to you."

"You've worked hard these past few days. Go and rest first."

Watching Little Bamboo walking away, Qing He gazed out the window at the bright moon. What a coincidence, she was the same as her body, having grown up under the pursuit of men. After what happened, those people mocked her, from the proud daughter of heaven to the despise of everyone, from heaven to hell.

Forget it, I won't think about it anymore. Qing He was really tired. She laid on the bed and fell asleep.

Early in the morning, in a quiet garden, Qing He sat on a stone bench in the pavilion. Next to her was a huge pond, the water in the pool was so clear that the bottom could be seen, lotus flowers were blooming one after another like the train of a dancer's dress. A cool breeze blew, sending strands of fresh fragrance over, such a beautiful scene, yet this woman was not in the mood to appreciate it.

Qing He still hadn't recovered from his transmigration. He was usually at home, but after finally making a trip outside, he encountered a car accident. When he thought back to that scene, he was still a little scared.

She lowered her head to look at her legs and felt a little lucky that her body was healthy. Moreover … she smiled, looking at her reflection in the water, the light yellow brocade dress covering her body, revealing her beautiful and long neck, with a light yellow ribbon tied around her neck, and her hair tied into a simple bun. An orchid hairpin was inserted into her hair, and although it was simple and elegant, her skin was snow-white, and her eyes were bright as they moved, she stroked her cheeks.