So although this woman looks only about twenty-five years old, she is actually at least over thirty years old. Otherwise, how would she settle her sixteen-year-old son?

Zixi stood quietly in front of the screen for a while. Seeing that the woman had been tying her eyebrows and not seeing anyone coming, she took the initiative to speak: "Madam Wuyue."

Wuyue's movements froze, she slowly turned her head and looked at the woman leaning against the screen: "Who are you?"

After she turned her face, Zixi could see her appearance more easily. She was indeed a first-class beauty, and Dugu Xi's appearance was at least seventy-seventh-slightly similar to hers.

Zixi said calmly: "It doesn't matter who I am. I'm here today, I just want to ask Mrs. Wuyue a question."

Wuyue looked at her with caution: "What's the problem?"

"I'm pregnant." Zixi reached out and stroked his abdomen with a soft voice, "I heard that Mrs. Wuyue also had a child. I want to know what it feels like to have a child?"

When giving birth?

Although Wuyue thought this problem was strange, she still said: "It hurts so much that I want to die."

"Is that true?" Zixi raised his eyebrows and said carelessly, "What about after giving birth? Looking at this little thing falling out of his body, a soft little man, would he feel very cute? Do you think all the pain I have suffered before is not worth mentioning at the moment?"

After the words fell, Wu Yue's expression froze and a sharp look appeared in her eyes: "What do you want to say?"

"I don't want to say anything." Zixi stood up straight and looked at him coldly, "I just felt that you were very sad. I don't know what to do in this world. Is it that I will serve you sooner or later, and whether it is the emperor or the national teacher, who has ever regarded you as a person? You live so unhappy, just to be able to wear this gorgeous dress, to be able to use the best rouge powder in the capital, or to wear the best jewelry?"

Wu Yue's face turned red and white, she stared at Zixi fiercely and said sternly: "Who is it?!"

"Don't yell at me." Zixi's tone was slightly cold, "Your national master is dead, and the master who can give you wealth and glory is gone. You are still dressing up here. Even when you are alone, you only want to maintain your appearance. You have never thought about whether your son suffered in a foreign land, or even his life is out of danger?"

Unconsciously reaching out and grabbing the screen, Zixi's eyes never felt cold: "You are not just for your mother, but you are not worthy of being a human being at all."

Wu Yue was so angry that her face turned pale: "Get out!"

Zixi raised his lips slightly and looked at her sarcastically: "It turns out that it's just a maki who serves people in Israel, and is only matched with men to shake their tails and beg for mercy."

After the words came to an end, a silver light flashed in his hand. Wu Yue was about to speak, but suddenly screamed.

A silver needle flew over her cheek, leaving a deep blood mark on her beautiful face. Wuyue felt the pain and turned her head in horror to look into the mirror, then screamed: "Ah! My face! My face--"

Zixi glanced at her coldly and turned around and left.

A dancer who pleases a man by virtue of her beauty is the best punishment for destroying her appearance.

Losing the backer of the national teacher, he loses his proud beauty.

She really wanted to know what kind of outcome would end up this woman who had given birth but had not really been a mother for a day.

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Chapter completed!