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No matter how conscious Xia Ling was, she was already in another world.
She was held in the arms of a woman dressed in imperial clothing. The woman hugged her tightly and buried her next to Xia Ling's neck, suppressing her sobs.
She cried aggrievedly, but she did not dare to open her mouth to cry. This low cry was already tearing at her heart and lungs.
"Tan 'er, Mother's Tan 'er, even if you can say a word and call me mother, mother would be willing to lose ten years of her life. My poor child. "
Xia Ling moved a little. She was suffocated by the woman's suffocating embrace.
In her mind, she seemed to remember something, but she couldn't remember it clearly.
"host! The cute little Hai Hai is here again? "
Hai Hai's voice sounded happily in Xia Ling's mind.
With a faint "en" , Xia Ling had some memories of the system and the mission in her mind.
Something seemed to have happened that made her feel that Hai Hai Hai's system wasn't reliable at all.
There were too many memories and plots in her mind. Xia Ling's mind was swelling up and she needed time to absorb them.
After absorbing a piece of memory, Xia Ling realized that the original owner of her possession this time was actually a twelve-year-old fool. When she reached the right age, she could not speak, and she could not even call her mother. She would usually just be in a daze or giggle.
Anyway, she was a fool, so she could do whatever she wanted without breaking her character.
Xia Ling closed her eyes and simply found a comfortable position to sleep in the embrace of the woman.
This sleep had tidied up all the plots and memories. As the original owner's mother, Zhang Guifei cried until her eyes were red and swollen, but she did not dare to let others see.
She let the palace maid carry Song Tan back to the palace to sleep while she waited outside for most of the day.
Using ice and eggs to remove her swollen eyes, Zhang Guifei looked at her silly and sleepy daughter.