Chapter 1988 - 1926: Adding Insult Before Death
Chapter 1988: Chapter 1926: Adding Insult Before Death
This is a road of no return, the Empress Song had anticipated failure, but did not expect it to be so ugly. She felt like a fool, with a trap already laid for her, waiting for her to bring her people into it and be caught all at once.
Truly, it’s so unbearable!
The Empress Song watched Wufu crouch down, and heard her say, "Dying by my hand is actually the most comfortable way to die. If you were to die on Emperor Yan’s side, do you think it could be better than now?"
This fiend!
Empress Song widened her eyes, wanting to speak, but her mouth was blocked, and her vital force was gradually dissipating.
Wufu brushed aside a lock of her hair and continued, "You are also a pitiable person. In the next life, make sure you remember not to get involved with the imperial family!"
The Empress Song glared at her fiercely.
Wufu leaned closer, lowering her voice, "Rest assured, he won’t live much longer either. When you both reach the underworld, however you fight, I won’t interfere. But for now, I can’t let it happen!"
Ah Jiu cares about Empress Dowager Mo, cares about this kinship, so she can’t stand to see him heartbroken.
Empress Song’s eyes filled with tears. She was unwilling, so unwilling.
The failed assassination ended without suspense. The women had long been led away, and Emperor Yan was carried to the Viewing Opera Pavilion.
Empress Dowager Mo didn’t come. Today was her birthday, so why see this bloodshed?
Ah Jiu walked up to Wufu, gave her a look, silently asking if everything was fine.
Wufu shook her head.
Commander Zhao knelt on one knee before Emperor Yan, reporting, "Your Majesty, all the assassins have been executed."
Emperor Yan nodded, waved his hand, and Commander Zhao led the people to clear the scene.
He looked at Lady Song lying on the ground, filled with hatred as she stared at him, and ordered the handkerchief in her mouth to be removed.
Empress Song was already more exhaling than inhaling, yet she continued to glare at Emperor Yan, as if trying to engrave the person before her into her heart, taking him to Hell with her.
Tyrant, butcher!
"Dog... Emperor... the child in my belly..." Empress Song panted like an old ox, speaking intermittently, "is Brother Xing’s. Hahaha..."
Everyone’s expressions changed. They didn’t even dare to look at Emperor Yan.
Wufu glanced at Emperor Yan from the corner of her eye, thinking that Empress Song was indeed fierce, even in death not forgetting to trouble Emperor Yan.
The dignified Emperor, cuckolded and left with a bastard child, it surely felt like swallowing a fly!
Emperor Yan’s face was expressionless, a storm brewing in his eyes.
"Tyrant... I will... wait in Hell."
Suddenly, Emperor Yan grabbed the matching sword from Commander Zhao’s waist, stabbing Empress Song in the abdomen.
Empress Song coughed up a mouthful of blood, her head tilting, her hand clawing towards Emperor Yan, her lips moved slightly, pupils gradually dilating.
"Drag her to the Mass Burial Mound and feed her to the dogs."
She heard the last words, Mass Burial Mound, hehe, should there be a day of rebirth, should there be another life, she would definitely stay away from this tyrant, never marrying into the imperial family.
If there is a next life, she would definitely hold that person’s hand, follow him, and wander the world.
That year, also in the bright spring of March, her father brought home a boy, his eyes big and deep.
That year, the boy asked her to leave with him, yet she chose the Phoenix Robe!
That year, she once again refused the boy’s departure. Caught in the whirlpool, she could no longer retreat.
This year...
Such hatred, such regret, such unwillingness!
"Huaner, I came to take you away!" that person called her by her nickname.
"Okay."
Empress Song’s lips twitched slightly, a tear slid from the corner of her eye, the glory belonging to her in this life scattered with the wind.