The blood-stained sword tip scratched across the marble, leaving a long bloodstain, and made a piercing sound on the Golden Luan Hall, until its owner staggered and stopped, and the sound stopped abruptly, just like its owner's fate.
Rong Chang'an's battle armor was covered with blood, but she still tried her best to point the sword directly at the charming woman on the stage, her hands were trembling, and her voice was weak but sharp.
"Zi Yan, are you really rebellious?!"
"Hahaha." The woman in purple clothes couldn't help laughing out loud after hearing this, and she nestled even more coquettishly in the arms of the man on the dragon chair behind her, "Your Majesty, look at the Empress, oh no, it's General Rong, I'm making a joke about my concubines again."
"Yan'er, don't worry, wait for me to seek justice for you." The man on the throne pampered the beauty in his arms, but when he looked up at Rong Chang'an, he couldn't restrain his disgust, "Rong Chang'an, Do you know that it is a death penalty for you to support your own soldiers?"
Rong Changan was shocked, although he was unwilling, but still knelt down and dropped the sword in his hand: "I dare not! I have received a secret letter saying that Concubine Yan Gui made trouble, intending to..."
"boom!"
An inkstone brushed the corner of Rong Changan's eyebrows, and in an instant, the warmth of bright red overflowed.
"Presumptuous!" After the man on the stage finished speaking, the Imperial Forest Army stepped forward and pressed her to the ground, her face pressed against the cold marble, just like Rong Changan's heart now.
"Hahaha." Still the woman's charming laughter, Rong Changan saw a pair of shoes embroidered with aster flowers appear in front of her, and then, her jaw was raised by a pair of jade hands, "Rong Changan, you are a troublemaker!" That person has always been you!"
"What do you mean?" Rong Changan was startled, and suddenly had a bad premonition.
"What do you mean? You have brought three thousand rebels to the gate of the palace. If it's not a rebellion, what is it? My good sister?"
Rong Chang'an's eyes suddenly widened. A month ago, foreign troops invaded. The Queen of Dajing Kingdom and the former General Protector Rong Chang'an asked for orders to go out. This battle was very tragic. Only three of the original 300,000 troops survived. Thousands of people, but they still won.
But now, those three thousand loyalties are said to be—"rebels?"!
"You also designed that battle? Is it because of you that you couldn't wait for reinforcements in half a month?"
Hearing Rong Changan's words, the woman just chuckled, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "It's not me who wants you to die all the time!"
Rong Changan was shocked, she looked desperately at the bright yellow man on the high platform, but she could only come with a clear imperial decree.
"The traitor Rong Chang'an interfered in the political power, committed rebellion, and colluded with relatives. Today, he will be stripped of his position, dismissed from the post of general, and sentenced to Ling Chi. The three thousand rioters outside the palace will all be sentenced to death and executed immediately!"
The man's voice was still majestic, and it broke Rong Chang'an's heart! She wanted to open her mouth to pray, but at some point, Ziyan's hand was on her neck, and with two fingers, she couldn't make a sound anymore!
She saw the eunuch who made the eunuch go out, so she began to struggle hard. She wanted to save the soldiers outside, but she couldn't even save herself!
She saw a knife appearing in Ziyan's hand, it was cold and white, and it slapped her cheek, and she heard her say: "Rong Chang'an, what I envy most is your face."
Then, she felt a coolness on her face, and gradually warm liquid flowed out. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Countless coolness appeared on her face, and she could even hear the sound of the knife colliding with her cheekbones, one after another!
Mixed with the wailing sounds from outside the palace wall, Rong Changan felt that she had fallen into hell. She knew that those were the soldiers who fought with her to death, and they were not visible!
She didn't know how many times the knife fell on her face. She felt that her face was already numb, and she could only see the woman in front of her face raising her hand, dropping the knife, raising her hand, and dropping the knife repeatedly!
Until, when she saw the red-eyed woman raised her dagger high, and the man on the stage had a cold smile on her face, she understood everything in an instant!
Her whole life was just a joke, a fool who made wedding dresses for others!
Looking at the blade under the candlelight, a drop of red tears fell from the corner of her eyes!
"Wh-bang!"
The fireworks that suddenly exploded in the air brought back Rong Changan's thoughts.
Standing on the tallest attic of the General Protector's Mansion, she looked at the red sea of Chang'an Street outside, with lanterns and festoons everywhere, and firecrackers going off, it was very festive.
There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth, the third watch has passed, today is her big wedding day, and it is also the time of her rebirth. In this life, she wants all the gods and Buddhas to testify for her, and she wants Ziyan and That man paid the price in blood!
"Sister, the auspicious time is coming soon, my sister will help you change into your wedding clothes."
A charming voice came from behind her, and Rong Changan was shocked. Looking back, it was really her—Zi Yan, the woman who ruined her in her previous life.
She knew that through this wedding, Ziyan became the noble concubine second only to her. The ridiculous thing is that at that time, she took humiliation and forbearance as generosity, so that in the end she let this woman ride her head!
"Snapped!"
Seeing that the corners of Zi Yan's mouth were bloodshot, she covered her face that was slapped sideways, as if she couldn't believe it.
Rong Changan admitted that she used all her strength in this slap. She has fought in the battlefield for many years, making her as strong as a man. This slap is because she really hates it. Seeing the murderous look in her eyes, Zi Yan fell down in shock. on the ground.
"Sister, what are you doing? My sister kindly came to send my sister to marry, but now she is being humiliated like this." Zi Yan cried with tears in her eyes, as if she was weak.
However, Rong Changan knew that no, this was not the original face of the woman in front of her, and she would never be fooled by her pitiful appearance again.
Pulling out the dagger that she had been wearing close to her body, Rong Changan knew that tonight, she was going to start a killing spree, and the woman in front of her would be her first soul to be killed by the sword!
In Ziyan's astonishment, this knife cut straight down, on the left third of the chest, which is the heart of the palm!
"Zheng—"
"what-"
The first sound was a stone hitting her blade, and the second sound was Zi Yan's howl.
Rong Changan threw away the blood-soaked dagger and looked at the purple smoke that was bleeding profusely on her face. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was happy or what kind of feeling she felt, but she felt a kind of bloodthirsty exhilaration.
"What is General Rong doing?" An elegant scholar in a white robe ran up, hurriedly helped Zi Yan up, and carefully inspected the wound on her face. , from the corners of his brows to his chin, the man turned his head and glared at her angrily, "I don't know what wrong my sister has done to let the general do such a cruel thing!"
The man's voice was cold and majestic, Rong Changan knew that he was Ziyan's admirer, her deadly enemy in the previous life, and the youngest prime minister of Dajing Kingdom—Yan Li!
She also stared into the eyes of the man in front of her, and said word by word: "In order not to let her make trouble!"