C1 Donghua's convulsion

Deep night, Donghua Palace.

"Ah, ah..." "Un, ah."

A satisfied panting sound of a man was emitted from within the Lovers Tent, and mixed within the waves of his breathing, there were even some moans of a woman mixed within.

The Spring Festival Gala was once a night, but neither of them noticed that the thick and heavy palace doors were slowly being opened. One big and one small, two pairs of black brocade boots.

"Father …"

"Shh!"

Meng Qianzhong pointed at a finger, and shook his head at the timid child. There was a narrow smile in his eyes, and he held his son's hand.

"Don't speak, Royal Father will bring you in."

Un, ah!" "Ah!

The man's breathing became heavier and heavier. The shaking between the beds became more intense. The two people, one big and one small, had already walked to the bedside.

"Xinglou!"

Meng Qianzhong squatted down, pointed to the curtains on the bed with his gentle and upright son's face, and spoke in a clear, unquestionable manner.

"Look, your mother is a slut. From now on, you have no mother."

Almost subconsciously, Meng Xinglou's face turned stiff, and her eyes instantly revealed traces of disgust.

This was not the first time he had heard such words, but this time, it was personally told to him by his royal father.

The wet nurse who took care of him, the bridesmaids who attended class with him, and the group of servants who whispered behind his back.

He kept telling him that his mother, the current empress, was a complete slut.

She had never even held him.

"She's not my mother."

The little child said hatefully.

"Such a good child."

Meng Qianzhong patted his son's head in approval, and continued to coax him with a gentle voice, "Then, you better watch carefully by royal father's side."

Meng Xinglou opened her eyes wide and clenched her small fists, looking at her father as if she did not understand what she meant.

Indeed!

In the next second, Meng Qianzhong fiercely stood up, opened the Hibiscus Branch, and revealed the two people who were entangled with each other inside.

His skin was as white as snow, without a single strand of hair.

However, her body was filled with traces of passion, making her look extremely obscene. On her body, however, lay a handsome man. The two of them suddenly lost track of each other, and the woman subconsciously turned her head.

"Hmm?"

As if she had just awoken from her stupor, her starry eyes slightly opened, and her cherry lips parted. However, after she clearly saw everything in front of her, her eyes abruptly opened wide, and she was so shocked that she couldn't even speak.

"Thousand?" How could I... "Who are you?"

"Whoosh!"

Time seemed to stop at the second of her shock.

Mu Langhua no longer had the chance to say a single word.

She opened her eyes wide as dozens of black arrows pierced through the air and pierced through her body.

Outside the palace gates that were opened wide, the most elite army was lying in ambush, and the one leading them, the moment the Sovereign King opened the curtains, he drew his bow steadily and aimed his arrows at the people inside.

One hit kill!

Blood slowly flowed out from every part of her body. The last arrow was even more accurate than the last, and it pierced through her throat with unstoppable ferocity.

She seemed to have become a broken puppet, falling onto his Bedchamber's bed while breathing her last.

"Why …"

In the last moment before she died, she struggled to speak.

There were too many questions, too many surprises.

How could she be naked in bed with another man?

How could she be ambushed by archers in her palace?

However, when she turned her head with much difficulty, what entered her sight was her biological son's look of disgust and Meng Qianzhong's expression that was yet not a smile.

"Lang Hua."

He called her name affectionately as usual, but the barely discernible viciousness in his eyes betrayed him.

"You betrayed us, and you also betrayed your Great Qi."