The Concubineapos;s

Xia Wan'er hurriedly grabbed Murongqiao's hand and choked out, "Your Highness, don't blame elder sister. It's not right for a younger sister to compete with her elder sister... it was my fault, I couldn't control myself...",Eight years as an agent honed a will of steel, gritted teeth, shouldered the shame and pain that wasn't theirs, beat by beat, fresh blood spilling from within. The back was scarred, nearly broken, with every blow.,The child's heart was filled with rage, a rage mixed with deep sorrow. This wasn't something that belonged to him. It belonged to the original owner who left behind remnants in his brain and heart. One can imagine what the original owner felt before death, the only thing he couldn't let go of was his mother, Yuan Shi.。