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Crown Prince Ye is actually not the direct descendant of the Middle Palace Empress?

If news of this got out, the entire Yuejing would be in turmoil again.

Unfortunately, no one heard her words, and the only person who heard it was expressionless.

"Big sister, are you not going to consider begging me? Maybe I can even save his life?" The woman's soft voice was full of enchantment.

"Since his father doesn't care about his life or death, why would others care!"

cloaked woman looked at her coldly, her bloodthirsty gaze slowly moving down. Finally, her gaze fixed on her slightly bulging abdomen.

"As for his own mother, she died a long time ago. The Emperor announced her death himself to the world, and her coffin was even personally buried by you. Have you forgotten?" Luo Wuyou, she, had already died. And you, Luo Xian'er, even as the empress of the Six Palaces, what right do you have to think that you can change the Holy Will of the Son of Heaven? "

Every word was merciless, yet it was filled with blood.

It was the first time she had mentioned that name in twelve years.

Who would have thought that the one who was neither human nor ghost at this moment, would actually be the Prince Yu whose name filled with Qin Capital more than ten years ago, the birth mother of Ye, the Crown Prince's Wife who had almost reached the Ascendant Middle Palace — Luo Wuyou.

Even Luo Wuyou didn't expect that she would fall to such a state one day.

And all of these were thanks to the person in front of her, her good little sister, Luo Xian'er and her good husband, the old Lord of Prince Yu, and the current emperor Nangong Jingyu.

That year, First Emperor was seriously ill and sealed. She was just pregnant and everything was progressing in the direction she had planned. She was filled with hope for the future and was looking forward to the birth of this child.

However, something completely unexpected happened. On the day before Nangong Jingyu ascended the throne, the day she gave birth to Ye, her good husband even announced to the world that she had died in childbirth.

She was alive, but he said she was dead!

I remember that day.

In the spirit hall, there was a coffin of 'her'. Seated on the wall, she watched them walk past 'her' coffin with her own eyes. Nangong Jingyu was dressed in dragon robes, his face as handsome as jade, and at the end, was filled with the pride and dignity of a spring breeze. Beside him stood her good sister dressed in a robe of phoenix robe, holding her son, who was most likely born from her womb, by his side.

That scene had deeply stung her eyes …

She was shocked. She was stunned. She pulled at his sleeve and questioned him why he was doing this to her. How did that man reply to her?

She still remembers.

He shook her off and said word by word, "How can someone as vicious as you be worthy of her!"

His face was covered in frost, and his handsome face was no longer as warm as before. As he looked at her gaze, it was filled with disgust.

Yes, disgust.

She had never seen that expression on his face before. It was so direct and real, so dense that she didn't even conceal it in the slightest. It was so hard for her to believe, even when she wanted to deceive herself, she seemed so powerless.

The ground was ice-cold. Gravel had covered her dress, dirted her cheeks, and sent waves of bone-piercing pain through her body. But how could it compare to the pain in her heart?

"Heh, heh …" Luo Wuyou laughed suddenly. She was clearly smiling, but her expression was one of grief.

"How could someone as vicious as me be worthy! Heh, heh … Yes, vicious like me, I accompany you by your side day and night, washing my hands to make you Geng Tang! Vicious as me, I will scheme for you every night and support you with everything I have! Vicious like me, I will walk with you through the sea of fire and take on three calamities for you! Vicious like me, I will give my all for you, help you open up a path of blood, and finally obtain the reserve! Vicious like me, I will give birth to your child, yet you colluded with that slut to commit adultery, reneging on our vows for her sake, stealing my identity and my child!

If that could still be considered vicious, then she really was vicious enough!

Six years old husband and wife, against Nangong Jingyu, she treated him as her heaven, plotting everything for him.

All she had done was to ask for one thing — to be as vicious as you, how could you be worthy!

How could someone as vicious as you be worthy of it!

What a ridiculous six words!

Scenes from the past flashed through her mind, anger ignited all of her remaining rationality and she roared hysterically, "Nangong Jingyu, what about your conscience, was it eaten by a dog? How could a dignified ruler of a nation lie to the world and gain the trust of the common people by such repeated actions? How could such a despicable man be fit to command a hundred civil and military officials? Aren't you afraid that the throne you just sat on is crumbling again? "You …"

"Bang ~ ~ ~"

Before she could finish cursing, she was mercilessly chopped to pieces by that man's palm.

"No one can curse me. I am the true Son of Heaven, destined to rule the world. I will send all those who curse me or insult me to hell one by one."

His voice was extremely cold, and his entire body was brimming with killing intent. At that moment, she truly believed that he would not hesitate to kill her.

She was like a desperate beast that was on the verge of death.

But, the moment Luo Xian'er appeared, she truly understood that the despair she had felt was only the beginning.