Concubine Jin opened her mouth in anger. The palace maids and eunuchs present were like invisible people, not daring to breathe. Of the three people who were accused, Murong Zheng looked at Concubine Jin in shock, Concubine Dong forgot to cry, and Murong Jie hung his head with a guilty look.
"Rujin, you..."
In Murong Zheng's heart, Concubine Jin has always been a woman like water, gentle, indifferent, like a spring breeze, but today, she is more cold and sharp, all directed at him.
He really didn't like this feeling, as if more than ten years ago, she had locked him up in Qingqiu Palace without listening to any of his explanations.
These years, the woman he had been thinking about was the former Concubine Jin, not the one now.
It's not that this look is bad, but it's too unfamiliar, as if they are not even familiar with each other.
However, she had already made her words clear in front of her, and she was already magnanimous not to regard herself as an enemy for what he had done.
"I know you have resentment in your heart, but you also know that if it weren't for her, I might have lost my life. I owe her this."
Concubine Jin suddenly smiled. Her smile was beautiful, but her eyes were full of tears.
"Your Majesty, you will regret this." After Concubine Jin finished speaking, she closed her eyes, turned her head, and just looked at her son and cried.
"Someone, send Concubine Dong to the Dragon Palace." Murong Zheng suddenly gave the order. The little eunuch kneeling on the ground quickly stood up and asked someone to carry the sedan chair and hurriedly carried Concubine Dong out. Seeing his mother leaving, Murong Jie followed closely.
Only Concubine Jin, Murong Jie, and Murong Zheng were left in the room.
"Your Majesty, please leave quickly. You shouldn't waste your time here because your beloved concubine is on the verge of death."
Concubine Jin's words were full of sarcasm and a gap as vast as a mountain or sea, which made Murong Zheng unable to get closer to her several times despite his attempts.
"Rujin, you were so considerate before, you should understand my difficulties, I..."
"Yes, I should have killed Akai and sent him to you to please the woman you favor."
Now that Murong Kai had just been detoxified and was in poor health, Concubine Jin did not want to say anything more to Murong Zheng, but he kept pestering her, causing her to feel hatred in her heart, and she started to scold him.
"Akai almost lost his life because of her. If it wasn't for the intervention of the Grand Empress Dowager, there would be no way this child would be framed by her. I thought that after that time, the favor of saving his life was even, but I didn't expect it to happen again and again. Now I know that only your life is a life, and my life, Akai, is so worthless."
"Since Your Majesty cannot be a loving father to Akai, you should just pretend that you don't have this child. Your Majesty should not worry about him dying for him."
"Empress Jin, yes, I failed you in those days. If it weren't for her, I would be gone..."
"Yes, her kindness to you is greater than the sky. For her, you can disobey the Empress Dowager and sacrifice your own son's life. I don't care how you want to repay her. I just ask you not to use Akai to repay her. I only have this one son. If the emperor dares to have ideas about Akai again, I will drag her to death with me. I don't owe her a life-saving favor."
Concubine Jin's words did not make Murong Zheng angry. Although he wanted to defend himself, they were all ironclad facts.
"She's dying now."
Murong Zheng's words were filled with reluctance, dejection, and more importantly, guilt. After all, he still failed to protect her.
"Her life or death has nothing to do with me. Perhaps I would be happy if she died. After all, she had deliberately harmed my son."
"What I mean is, can we ask Akai to ask Princess Jiaoyang of Bei'an? Princess Jiaoyang said that they have a good relationship. If Akai goes to ask, maybe she can find a way..."
Concubine Jin turned her head to look at Murong Zheng, raised her hand and threw the cup next to her, throwing it at Murong Zheng's feet. The fine white porcelain reflected the water light, and the dark red patterns were shattered into pieces, as if they were someone's bloody tears.
(End of this chapter)