"Bitch, Zhenshan, you bitch!"

An Ling frantically tried to pounce on Zhen Shan, but the man in black suddenly appeared and held her arm down. She could only pounce and kill her with her eyes.

Zhen Shan covered his lips and coughed a few times, "So, Miss An, do you still think you can become the queen? If Wuchen knew about it again, the emperor would suddenly know that he was the emperor's eldest grandson, and it was you and your father who secretly reported the incident to the emperor in revenge.

State, do you think he will let you settle down?"

"you you……"

An Ling's eyes widened and she looked at Zhen Shan in horror.

"You just need to understand that no matter how much you jump around, you are just a clown and you will never be as good as me. Do you understand?"

"You're a scheming bitch who doesn't want to die a good death..."

"Break her limbs and throw her into the cold palace to keep company with Zhen Xin. After all, they were once allies and should share the blessings and hardships."

Isn’t it a good death?

Before the empress can die a happy death, she always makes the other person's life worse than death.

"Remember when the An Mansion was liquidated later, I took Miss An to see her family off. I am kind and will not ask her to not even see her family for the last time."

"Yes," the man in black responded respectfully with a mechanical voice.

An Ling's face turned pale. She wanted to not believe that Zhen Shan had such ability, but what she said before made her understand that this woman really had the ability to make her life worse than death.

An Ling still wanted to struggle, but Zhen Shan didn't want to pay attention to her and raised his hand lightly.

The man in black knocked him unconscious with one palm and took him away.

"Ahem," Zhen Shan looked at the blood stains on the silk handkerchief, then turned to look at the hourglass. Looking over there, Wuchen should have settled down soon.

"Qie'er, Sha'er."

"Miss."

"Hel me up and help me change my clothes and make up."

The two of them lowered their eyes, hiding their sorrow, "Yes."

Zhen Shan was not wearing palace clothes, but was wearing a plain gauze skirt, just like how she looked when she spent time with him day and night in the national temple.

She looked at the bronze mirror and stroked her face with her pale fingers, "Isn't I not as good looking as before?"

Her body had finally reached the end of its strength, and her face was so pale that even rouge could not cover up her illness.

"How can there be? Miss is always the most beautiful."

Zhen Shan gently curled her lips, and in the bronze mirror, the weak and pale woman slowly opened her face, dreamy and beautiful, but also broken.

"Have you eaten sweets today?"

Que'er suppressed her tears, her mouth was extremely bitter, and she forced a smile and said, "Qer'er is telling the truth. If you don't believe me, please ask Sha'er."

"Your Majesty is the most touching and beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Zhen Shan turned her eyes and looked at the two girls who had been with her in the end. She patted their hands and said, "Help me get on the bed."

"yes."

Que'er gave Zhen Shan a soft pillow so that she could lean on it comfortably.

"Ahem, Que'er, I may not be able to wait for him anymore."

Zhen Shan felt that his life force was gradually draining away and it was almost the end, so he sighed lowly.

Que'er burst into tears and knelt in front of the bed, "Miss, he has entered the palace and will come soon. You must hold on, he will definitely be able to save you!"

"I know my body myself," Zhen Shan shook his head, sadness flashed in his eyes, "It's just that I don't want him to see my sick and ugly look, and I don't want... to be restrained by that palace dress."

"Miss……"

"Ahem, Que'er, when he comes, tell him to cremate my body and take the ashes to the mountain behind the national temple and scatter them with the wind."

"Miss! What are you talking about?"

Zhen Shan's eyes drooped slightly, his breath became weaker and weaker, and he couldn't connect his words, "I'm not...nonsense, the demon concubine, it's time to crush her bones and spread her ashes. In this way, no one will object to him and he ascends the throne."

"Miss, how can he be worthy of you?" Que'er asked with tears in his eyes.

"The one I love has no regrets." Tears fell from the corners of Zhen Shan's eyes and he held her hand. "Qier, he is my last concern. Please promise me."

Que'er held Zhen Shan's hand tightly, with tears on her face, and nodded heavily.

"That's it, that's good. From now on, you two should live well..."

Zhen Shan raised his hand gently, as if he wanted to catch something, but in the end he couldn't catch anything. He dropped his hand sadly, and his gentle and beautiful phoenix eyes were closed forever!

"Miss!"

The bird collapsed and cried.

The beauty has passed away.

Wuchen had just arrived at Guanju Palace when he heard the sad and mournful cries. His heart skipped a beat and his steps staggered.

Why, why are people crying?

Will not!

Will not!

He has been ordering people to bring her the antidote, and the spies in the palace have been telling him that her health is gradually improving and she has been waiting for him.

Wu Xin will wait for him, she said, waiting for him to come back to pick her up.

His enlightenment has never failed him.

Wuchen calmed down, maybe Queer did something wrong and was scolded by her, so she cried.

It must be so!

Wuchen's whole body was trembling, and his heart was constantly comforting him, but his steps were so heavy that every step he took was very difficult.

Soon, he would be able to see the person he missed so much.

She was wearing her favorite white dress and looked at him tenderly with a smile.

"Enlighten your heart!"

Wuchen walked around the screen, seemingly unaware of the deathly aura in the bedroom, and said softly: "I'm here!"

Hearing the sound, Queer suddenly turned his head, his eyes full of hatred, got up, pushed him hard, broke down and shouted: "Get out, get out!"

Wuchen took a step back, ignored her, walked slowly to the bed, held her pale hand, and felt a quiet pulse with his fingertips.

The light in his eyes died out and became cold and empty.

"Wu Xin, how come you've fallen asleep after not seeing me for more than half a year? In the past, you were always up at this hour."

Wuchen gently picked her up, caressed her pale and picturesque face, and looked at her affectionately and intently, as if there was only a person sleeping peacefully in his arms in the world.

"You are not allowed to touch Miss..."

"Quieer!"

Sha'er grabbed Que'er who wanted to snatch Zhen Shan's body back, "My queen has been waiting for him!"

Que'er froze, squatted down and cried, "Miss, what's so good about him? What's so good about him..."

"Shut up," Wuchen, who had always been gentle and kind, glanced at Que'er coldly, his eyes filled with blood, "You've disturbed her!"

Wuchen hugged Zhenshan and patted her gently on the back, as if coaxing a child, "It's okay, it's okay, Wu Xin is tired, it's okay to sleep a little longer, Wuchen is with you and will always be with you.

"

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and splashed on her snow-white skirt, which was dazzlingly red.

Wuchen felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and murmured in panic, "What should I do? Your clothes are soiled? Will Wu Xin be angry with me when he wakes up?"

"No, Wu Xin is the gentlest girl." Wu Xin also loves him the most. How could she be angry with him...how could she have the heart to leave him?

She just fell asleep. When she wakes up later, she will be very happy to see him.
Chapter completed!