Ji Ying wiped the sweat from her back and said in a seductive voice, "To eliminate the root of the problem and prevent future troubles, Gu Chenzi should have died long ago. I have already done more than enough to keep her alive until today. It is time to use her blood to celebrate Changyang's wedding."
“Ah Ying…”
The Empress wrapped her arms around the back of her beloved's neck with an intimate expression. Ji Ying's heart skipped a beat, and she no longer cared about her tedious affairs, focusing instead on pleasing the beauty.
...
"I want to see the Empress! I want to see His Majesty!"
Yan Qing screamed wildly in the cage.
The jailer, who had almost gotten into trouble earlier and had been reprimanded by the head steward, now refused to drink or eat, glaring angrily at the man: "Quiet down! You're disturbing me!"
I don't care if you're the daughter of the Grand Tutor!
Yan Qing shouted herself hoarse, only to be met with insults from an unknown person.
"Second Miss, ignore them..."
It could be said that Gu Chenzi was unlucky, or perhaps Ji Ying was truly an excellent emperor with profound cunning.
The once invincible Old Ancestor of Xuan Yin has fallen from grace. She desperately gathered a wisp of internal energy, only to encounter the second-best swordsman in the world. With a flick of his sleeve, the swordsman directly injured her heart meridian. Now, let alone the imperial physician, even a great immortal would find it difficult to save her.
After all, the one and only Resurrection Pill in the world has already been used.
She sighed, unsure whether she was lamenting her own tragic end or the fact that even the Second Miss could go mad for her.
"You can't die! I won't let you die!"
Yan Qing gritted her teeth and glared at her intently.
Gu Chenzi's face was deathly pale, and he gave a bitter smile: "My life is coming to an end, I won't live any longer..."
"I won't let you die."
"Second Miss... Second Miss, would you shed a single tear for this humble Taoist priest?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Yan Qing hugged her. "You're all I have left..."
Even death couldn't bring her to shed a single tear. Gu Chenzi couldn't tell if it was regret or understanding: "Second Miss... do you still remember the snowstorm when you were thirteen? That winter, the snow was so heavy..."
She never shed a tear for her until her death.
She never mentioned that one glance in the snowy wind that lasted a lifetime until her death.
Yan Qing's pale lips turned even paler, her fingertips grew cold: "Wake up, don't sleep..."
A tear slowly rolled down Gu Chenzi's cheek. This woman, who had never bowed her head in her life, finally succumbed to the allure of her beloved.
At this moment, Yan Qing became truly all alone.
The mechanism of the water dungeon went off, and the animal cage was submerged in the water.
...
Gu Chenzi is dead.
Yan Qing lost her most loyal comrade and sycophant.
When Wei Hanqing died, she was as firm as a rock, thinking that death is death, and everyone has to die eventually.
But when no one in the cage would speak to her anymore, loneliness seeped into her bones, and she began to feel pain, so pain that she wanted to cry.
The belated tears streamed down her haggard face, but sadly, the dead were destined never to see them.
That night, Yan Qing nestled in a corner of the cage, holding the dead Gu Chenzi, and had a very long dream.
In her dream, she succeeded. She killed her 'adopted daughter' with Forget-Me-Not Poison before her older sister and Ah Si. She watched as her little Ah Si suffered excruciating torture and died with her intestines ruptured.
The blood stung her eyes. She wanted to laugh, but realized she had long forgotten how to laugh.
The Empress Dowager did not die of illness; she was strangled by Yan Xiu, the Empress Dowager whom the people of the Great Yan Dynasty regarded as a 'virtuous empress,' who knew the truth.
Yan Hui died at the hands of Yan Xiu.
Her older sister lost her daughter forever.
In the dream, they were both badly hurt, and neither of them was doing well.
Yan Xiu is having a hard time, Ji Ying is having a hard time, the fake princess is having a hard time, and the Wei family is having a hard time.
Thirteen days after completely losing Wei Pingxi, Yan Qing also felt uneasy.
The person died; she cruelly poisoned him through her eldest son.
The world is missing one person. The Wei family has lost a 'Fourth Miss'. Jingzhe Courtyard has lost its mistress, and no one will come to Liulan Courtyard to pay their respects to their mother morning and evening.
Yan Qing dreamed that she was wearing a monk's robe, holding prayer beads in her hand, and her heart was filled with desolation.
When she woke up, she was both crying and laughing.
turn out to be……
You'll regret it.
It was too late to regret it.
...
The night is long, and all walks of life are revealed.
At the princess's residence, Yu Zhi leaned on the railing to look at herself in the mirror. After just one glance, she blushed and exclaimed "Ah!" She tried to get up, but someone grabbed her slender waist.
"Don't run."
Ji Pingxi's words were both fierce and shameless: "Who told you that provoking this princess comes without consequences?"
Yu Zhi lay there whimpering, her pretty face flushed red, and weakly said, "I don't want to..."
"No, you're not allowed to."
"You're so domineering!"
Princess Changyang saw the beauty blushing and lowered her voice to coax her gently, "Just this once, to have a taste?"
"Hmm...then I'll close my eyes."
"Keep your eyes open." She whispered to the beauty, "It's more interesting when they're open. Aren't you curious?"
"I don't want to be curious."
Why are you so difficult to please?
Yu Zhi's eyes immediately welled up with tears: "You were mean to me..."
With tears glistening in her eyes, she looks even easier to bully.
On this beautiful day, the princess had a sudden inspiration and said affectionately, "My dear Zhizhi, I love you."
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Yu Zhi couldn't resist her coaxing and agreed half-heartedly.
The night was beautiful. A window was half-open, and the stars and moon shone in, illuminating the beauty's half-closed, half-closed eyes and the beads of sweat hanging from her chin.
Ji Pingxi anxiously pulled out the treasure box placed on the bedside table: "Good Zhizhi, come and see how beautiful you are..."
Mingguang remained silent. Yuzhi's hands, which were gripping the railing, tightened, revealing pale blue veins on the back of her hands. Her soft, slender waist was instantly pulled into someone's palm.
The man's voice was gentle and sweet: "Good Zhizhi, you've mesmerized me."
The magnificent princess's residence was shrouded in a mesmerizing night. Princess Yunzhang, unable to hold her liquor, staggered as she walked.
To prevent her from falling, Liu Boyan put an arm around her waist: "Sister Rong, Sister Rong? Are you drunk?"
As the wine, infused with the drug, went down her throat, a beautiful blush quickly crept onto Ji Rong's cheeks. She thought to herself: This time, it's truly a do-or-die situation.
Having failed to achieve her goal through such a shameful method, she might as well just jump into the moat.
Even now, she finds it strange that she actually listened to that scoundrel's terrible idea.
Ji Rong's head felt heavy, and she was losing consciousness: "Yan'er, Yan'er..."
She leaned into Liu Boyan's arms.
"Yan'er..."
The soft, gentle calls completely softened Liu Boyan's heart.
The moonlight was gentle, and Liu Boyan gazed at the person she had loved in her youth from a close distance. Even as the years passed, her feelings for her had not diminished in the slightest; on the contrary, they had only grown stronger with time.
"Sister Rong, shall I help you back to your room?"
"Okay, let's go back to the room..."
Ji Rong tugged at her sleeve, and as the drug took effect, she couldn't help but rub her face against her hand.
Liu Boyan felt inexplicably flustered as she was rubbed against her, and half-supported, half-carried her towards the back room.
The door opened, and the maids brought water to the princess, unaware that she had suddenly launched an attack.
A group of people were kicked out, and the only beautiful woman left in the room was both amused and exasperated. She could only personally go forward to serve this precious daughter.
"Yan'er..." Ji Rong was barely conscious and could hardly recognize anyone: "Is it Yan'er? I want Yan'er..."
She kept calling out her own name while drunk, and Liu Boyan felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She wrung out a towel and wiped her sweaty forehead: "It's me, Sister Rong."
"My cigarette..."
Smelling the faint scent of wine in the air, Liu Boyan's heart raced faster than usual. She steadied herself to wipe Rong's face, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Looking down shyly, she realized something was wrong and hurriedly said, "Sister Rong? Are you feeling unwell? I—"
"I'll go and fetch the miracle doctor," the words stuck in his throat. Fueled by alcohol and the effects of the medicine, Ji Rong mustered his courage and kissed the woman's lips.
Although Liu Boyan had been married before, she was very innocent in this matter: "Sister Rong?"
She touched her lips with one hand, feeling as if they were about to burn.
Ji Rong mustered the last of her strength to speak into her ear.
Red candles stand in pairs, and the people reflected in the mirror are a pair.
"Good branch, tie it tighter..."
"Um……"