The depression accumulated over the past few months erupted in an instant. She tore her and bit her, venting as hard as she could, and finally annoyed, she cursed wildly, "The body belongs to the family, and Yan Shu also belongs to the family. Gods are ghosts. If you want to do something with the body of Ai Jia, Ai Jia would rather destroy it than make you perfect!!"
The hairpin sank into the shoulders, and the blood soaked into the snow-white shirt instantly, the dazzling redness was shocking.
At that moment, it was really cruel. At the moment when he was lying on the ground, Ye Xinci's eyes were still widened, and the blood in the beautiful eyes of the past was filled with endless resentment.
He kept muttering, "Even if it's dead, even if it's dead, Yan Shu belongs to me, it's mine! No one can take it away!!"
The Qingjun man who pulled her out of the water and the man who pulled her back from death, with a careless smile, completely captured her heart. So far, only beating for him.
She regarded it as a peerless encounter, fate is natural. He only treated it as if it were easy to do, saving lives.
She struggled hard, her own identity and family status were enough to be his concubine, but only in exchange for his distant alienation and disgust. She did not give up until a paper edict, she was admitted to the palace by the old emperor to become a queen—
At that moment, the grief was greater than death. She didn't understand that she liked him so much, why he couldn't give alms to herself, even if she smiled at herself again, she would die without regrets.
But no, his eyes were with disgust, so she became more and more intensified, relying on the power of the family, relying on the fact that he did not dare to take her at the time, and collected beautiful men to favor in the palace, and killed the palace people—
She succeeded in getting his look back, but she also succeeded in spreading her reputation for brutality and bloodthirsty.
Why can the unknown woman get what she can't get? She hates it! Therefore, she would rather destroy this body so that the slut has no place to live, than to make her and her favorite man pair up, drinking with the moon and watching the moon!
Yan Shu rushed to Cining Palace, stepped into the door, and couldn't walk anymore.
His eyes were dazzling and red, his hands hanging in the open trembling violently, and his throat was dry and speechless. As soon as he lived in the center of power, he had seen countless blood and blood, but he never had the frightening picture in front of him.
He didn't understand why a person could shed so much blood. The delicate-faced woman was pale and transparent. She lay on her back in a pool of blood, with a golden hairpin stuck in her chest, surrounded by broken tiles.
Some, all stuck behind her. She just lay in a pool of blood so breathlessly, he looked at it, and only felt the pain all over her body, the heart was pricked with sore holes, and the pain couldn't move forward.
The imperial doctor knelt to the side, buried his head on the ground, and spit out a trembling sentence, "The emperor's mourning, the empress mother... is gone..."
Yan Shu's eyes went dark and he staggered. He was quickly supported by the eunuch behind him. He shook his head and waved away the eunuch to hold his hand. It took a long time to find his own voice, like a broken bellows. Save! If you can't save her, I want you to bury her together!!"
The eye sockets were flushed, the eyeballs were bloodshot, and the blue veins on his forehead burst, and the voices of the imperial physicians passed into his ears, as if they were floating from another world.
What happened? He hadn't seen him in two days. When she left, she was still smiling and clamoring to drink his treasured Qionghua liquid. In a blink of an eye, she...