Everyone's impression of the 'Barbarian goddess' was only the image of the madwoman Hu Ge Er, while the existence of the royal consort was very faint. She died too early, from the high grassland 'demigod' reduced to a consort trapped inside the palace of many layers, with nine gates locked tight. Whether she felt resentment and hatred, or acceptance of her fate, there was no way of knowing now.

But what was the consort's attitude towards her own child?

It must have been hatred according to common sense. Even when Jia Lai saw Chang Geng's face that closely resembled the goddess sisters when he was young, he couldn't help but feel murderous, let alone the party involved?

However, the witchcraft of the Eighteen Tribes was so deep and unpredictable that even the Chen family had been at a loss for many years. As its inheritor, the imperial concubine, if she wanted to kill a fetus that had not yet formed, she could do so without anyone knowing. Then for what reason did she keep the child?

Did she know that the child would eventually be made into the Bone of Impurity by the insane Hu Ge Er?

The traces of the older generation had vanished from the world. No one would ever know whether the Barbarian goddess decided to keep the child in her because of a mother's unwillingness, or if she just knew that Hu Ge Er was pregnant with another child, and fueled by the resentment in her, she planned to create an incomparable evil god.

However, in any case, it was also the soul statue of the goddess that left a ray of hope for Chang Geng's life.

This was almost as mysterious as the karmic circle.

Chen Qing Xu didn't want to discuss karma, this piece of wood was all that was in her mind right now. Without waiting for Gu Yun to react, she held it and ran away, not caring to even pick up the silk that had fallen on the ground.

Gu Yun was in a daze for a long time. He slowly exhaled a breath from his lungs, this unspeakable hope hit him in the center of his chest. When he stood up, his line of sight was almost dark, it took a long time to wear off, but his ears were still ringing.

He reached out his hand and rubbed his chin uncontrollably, trying to display a normal and serious face as much as possible. His brows unconsciously wrinkled together, but the corner of his mouth lifted up uncontrollably. The serious and uncontrollable joy interwoven into a standard expression of 'neither laughing nor crying'. Even Gu Yun felt that his image at this time might appear a little insane.

At this time, General Shen's personal soldier next door was outside the tent, poking his head in, looking around for a moment, and asking, "Is Doctor Chen finally gone?"

"Yes," Gu Yun heard his own soldier reply, "Why? Is there something up?"