In front of them is Jia Yuanchun, who is like an overly slender and beautiful statue, which seems to be broken into pieces at the touch of a touch. People dare not even take a second look at her, for fear that she will not be able to bear the gaze of others.

She stared into space with her eyes, silently, with pain and unwillingness in her eyes.

Facing such a slender and stunningly beautiful woman, the blame in Jia Cong's heart suddenly disappeared, and no matter how much resentment he had, he couldn't bear to say it out.

I'm afraid she couldn't help it. In order for the Jia family to continue to prosper, she came to the deep palace to fight with others alone.

She is so delicate and beautiful, but she has to live in the most dangerous and complex palace in the world. She must have been full of hardships and thorns along the way.

Along the way, her stunningly beautiful appearance was probably riddled with holes. Even if she made any mistakes, Jia Cong couldn't bear it and didn't even dare to criticize her anymore.

What makes people even more pitiful is that she fought desperately with others in the harem, but she was left with no successors behind her.

The only thing she can protect is her own forbearance and her beauty, and she can only hide her humiliation and pain from herself again and again.

The men in Jia's family, those men who were supposed to support her, only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, and were extremely extravagant. They relied on her to serve the king with sex in the palace, but they themselves boasted and acted unscrupulously outside the palace.

.

But she couldn't say it, didn't dare to say it... how sad this was!

"I know that my life is not long, but I am always unwilling to accept it..."

Jia Yuanchun murmured to himself: "I have been fighting with people in this deep palace for more than ten years. I have worked hard for more than ten years, and I have not been able to close my eyes and sleep peacefully. But it is all in vain. In the end, my Jia family has been completely defeated.

…”

There were two small clusters of fire shining in Jia Yuanchun's eyes, which were like thousand-year-old ancient wells. Her tone was full of unwillingness and resentment, not only for the Jia family, but also for herself for the more than ten years of wasted youth.

Now she is only twenty-six years old, and she should be at the pinnacle of a woman's life, but she has nothing left and can only wait for death in seclusion in Fengzao Palace.

Her ten years of hard work turned out to be useless in the end. Why didn't this make her heartbroken?

"There is no one left in our Jia family..."

Jia Yuanchun sighed and lamented, her eyes became brighter and brighter, as if they were about to penetrate the void. Her originally pale cheeks were faintly flushed.

Jia Cong took one look at it and couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful Yuanchun was.

But now he stood aside and couldn't say a word.

How could he not be filled with sorrow, anger and anxiety?

The men of the Jia family should have shouldered the important task of revitalizing the family, but they all turned out to be prodigal and playboys who only cared about having fun!

The once-prominent Jia Mansion was finally completely ruined.

The woman in front of her was weak and helpless, and she had tried her best to get nothing but endless humiliation and despair.

He just wants to leave here as soon as possible. The cold Fengzao Palace is like an empty tomb. Being in it is indescribably depressing, so depressing that one can't even breathe.

"Jia Cong...you are also a member of my Jia family. Are you just going to watch our family collapse like this?"

Jia Yuanchun suddenly turned around and asked Jia Cong, fire shining in his eyes.

"This...I...now the Jia family has made mistakes again and again...there is no way back..."

Jia Cong avoided Jia Yuanchun's eyes and did not want to meet her eyes.

"Hahaha...are you really helpless or do you simply not want to contribute to the Jia family?"

Jia Yuanchun asked with a sneer.

Jia Cong frowned, all the men in Jia's family are rotten? He doesn't have the ability to save such people.

"well……"

Jia Yuanchun sighed deeply and lowered his head. His red cheeks slowly turned pale and bloodless, and the sparkle in his eyes gradually extinguished. The fire of life and hope that burst out just now finally went out.

How could she not know it herself? The Jia family was wrong from the beginning. All these years of hard work have only made them worse and worse? It was finally irreversible.

She couldn't blame anyone.

Jia Yuanchun was silent for a long time, and finally murmured in a low voice, begging Jia Cong: "I also know that the Jia family is hopeless, but you are also a member of the Jia family after all. If it really happens, you can help if you can.

A handful, okay?"

"Well...if nothing happens, I will leave now..."

Jia Cong turned around and wanted to leave, but heard Yuan Chun say: "Now that the country is in chaos, I have already sent Tanchun's sister out. Although it is located in a remote place, it is better than becoming an official prostitute after the Jia family's fall."

A lifetime of humiliation.”

"Um……"

Jia Cong agreed, not knowing what to say.

I heard that Yuanchun offered advice? Want the emperor to take Tanchun to get married? Jia Cong was very dissatisfied with Jia Yuanchun for this at first, but if he thinks about it carefully, is there a better way out for Jia's daughter now?

Just like the Shi family? Except for Xiangyun, who shamelessly went to ask the emperor to get it out? The rest of the girls in the Shi family all ended up extremely miserable:

Or be sold into slavery? Or be sold into official prostitution and suffer unimaginable humiliation throughout your life.

What about Tanchun?

On the day when the Jia family is destroyed, can Tanchun escape?

Her fate was nothing more than the same.

By then, can he rescue Tanchun again?

The emperor is so suspicious. I am afraid that if he becomes suspicious of him, wouldn't the girls behind him all suffer disaster?

He is not a god, and the emperor is not a philanthropic saint. He does not dare to gamble with the lives of live and beautiful girls.

From this point of view, Yuanchun's move actually saved Tanchun.

Thinking of this, Jia Cong looked at Yuan Chun with a hint of gratitude.

Jia Yuanchun smiled bitterly and sighed in a low voice: "There are hundreds of people in my Rongguo Mansion, but there is nothing I can do..."

Jia Cong remained silent.

"It's okay... I may not live for a few more days... I don't have to watch my loved ones die with my own eyes... My life is still good..."

Jia Yuanchun smiled bitterly.

After hearing this, Jia Cong felt unspeakably unbearable and turned his head to look out of the hall.

The windows covered with layers of yellow paper turned dark at this moment, and the wind started blowing again.

The manic cold wind beat against the window paper desperately, making a slapping sound, which was frightening to hear.

"Why is it so windy? Is there really heavy snow today? The sun was so beautiful just now..."

Jia Cong sighed.

"Hey... the sky is going to change... who can control it... I'm very tired... you can leave..."

Yuanchun sighed in a low voice, and as he spoke, he slowly walked behind the overlapping curtains, not even hearing a sound as he moved.

"Okay... then I'll leave... take care of yourself..."

Jia Cong glanced at Yuan Chun's back, turned around and left. He really couldn't bear to stay any longer.

Everything in Fengzao Palace seemed to be on the verge of death and lifeless. Jia Cong was afraid that he would decay along with it if he stayed there for just a moment longer.

"Let's go...let's go...let's all go...I'll never see you again in this life..."

Yuan Chun's soft whisper seemed to be heard in his ears.

Jia Cong felt sad for no reason.
Chapter completed!