Chapter 1472 The Killer Is a Bit Cold (14)
"She thought I hadn't been out for long and couldn't remember anything. She said a lot of things in front of me."
"For example, after making a calculation, if something happens to Jamel Xiao, then I will live as Jamel Xiao, and she will have an extra layer of protection."
"What's interesting is that Xiao Jinghe and I looked the same when we were young, but we are different now that we are older."
From the very beginning, it was not possible to see the light, and even now, it is still not possible to see the light.
It seems that he is destined to never see the light of day for the rest of his life.
Bai Tang felt very unhappy looking at his loneliness and loneliness.
Bai Qingyun continued: "Empress De Concubine sent me here when I was six years old. There is a person from Concubine De Concubine here, and Concubine De Concubine asked him to train me as a killer. The main purpose is , let me take control of Cichen Palace, Cichen Palace will become Xiao Jamhe’s secret help."
"I am the chosen one. I am just the one who worked hard for my brother. No matter what happens to me."
Bai Tang could quite understand why Bai Qingyun wanted to kill Concubine De.
Who can accept his own mother doing this to him?
Brothers have a distinguished status and are qualified to strive for the highest position. As for the other one, it's okay if he can't see the light, but he is treated like this by his own mother and becomes a tool for his brother to seize the throne.
Bai Qingyun clapped his hands, and Mu San came over: "Bring the black box in my room."
After a while, Mu San brought the box.
Bai Qingyun took out a key: "Open it and take a look."
Bai Tang hesitated for a moment, then took the key and opened it.
The boxes are mostly filled with letters.
Bai Tang looked at it.
[Has my son made any progress in his martial arts recently? My mother often dreams about you. You have grown taller and you have suffered a lot. You need to know that the pain is in your son's body and the pain is in your mother's heart. Your mother feels the same as you. ]
[I heard that my son was injured again. If you suffer a little now, it won't be painful in the future. Study hard. Mom is counting on you and your brother to get ahead. There is really nothing I can do about it as a mother. It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s just that God doesn’t allow it and is unfair. In the future, when Jinghe becomes the emperor, my son will be the prince, and I can get back whatever I have lost. Chen Yunan, son of Captain Chen Duwei...]
[My son, I miss you all the time as a mother. You should be as tall as your brother now, and you are extremely handsome and powerful. My mother secretly prepares a birthday gift for you every year. When you become a prince, I will give it to you...]
Bai Qingyun was sarcastic: "Obviously everything was her idea, but she arranged a situation that was helpless. She thought she could use the love between mother and son to trick me into working for Xiao Jinghe to fight for the throne."
He doesn't hate Jamel Xiao that much.
Bai Tang also found it very ironic: "It's basically the same. First, I ask you whether you are doing well and whether you have made any progress. Then I state my longing for you and the pain in my heart, plus what I will do in the future, and then I put forward my own requirements."
Bystanders watching are playing the emotional card.
Bai Qing pounded Yun Yao very finely and still pounded it: "Miss Bai, do you still hate me? These things I have done are not good."
Bai Tang blinked and said: "I don't hate you. At first, I was really annoyed. You almost killed me if you didn't tell me, and made me lose my memory and fabricate my past. I am angry and annoyed, but I really don't hate you. you."
With Bai Qingyun's experience and status, it is extremely normal to kill people without batting an eyelid.
She just happened to be the unlucky one. This unfortunate guy was saved again. What he did later was to cover up the incident that almost killed her.
Bai Tang really didn't hate him, this man was very honest.