"Your... Your Majesty!"
"Oh no! Your Majesty! Prince Huai can't hold on any longer!"
The Great Jiang Dynasty was in the middle of autumn in Chong'an. At midnight, the burning fire lit up the dark sky. The gate of the palace was closed tightly, and screams were everywhere. Corpses were scattered all over the field, and blood flowed like a river.
On the golden Southwood couch, Emperor Chong'an closed his eyes slightly, covering the expression in his eyes.
He looked like he was in his thirties. Originally, he was in his prime of life, but now, he looked as if he had fallen ill. He didn't have much time left.
His handsome face, which had been praised by the capital, was also ruined at this time. There were large patches of burned scars on his right face, which looked ferocious and terrible. His left face was also covered with black spots because of the poison.
The patron saint of the imperial capital, who was awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring back then, had, in the end, passed away and was in a state of utter defeat.
"Bang—"
With a loud noise, the door of the hall was opened.
A graceful woman in white walked in.
Emperor Chong'an opened his eyes and looked over, his gaze filled with gratitude.
This was his wife, Shen Ruyan, who was also known as the most beautiful woman in Jiang Country.
"Your Grace? Why haven't you left yet?" The old eunuch, Zhou De, said in a panic, "You'd better run away! Prince Huai can't hold on any longer. I'm afraid that Prince Song has already broken in with his troops!"
Before his voice had died away, there was a violent cough in the hall.
Zhou De stood on his knees in a hurry and stroked Emperor Chong'an's chest to help him breathe.
Shen Ruyan remained calm from beginning to end. She glanced indifferently at Emperor Chong'an on the couch and took the bowl of soup from the palace maid, Xia Zhu. Step by step, she stepped forward and sat beside Emperor Chong'an's couch.
"We've been husband and wife for ten years, and it's a bad relationship. Today, I'm here to see you off. I hope you can walk well all the way. From then on, we'll never see each other again."
As she spoke, she scooped up a mouthful of soup and handed it to Emperor Chong'an with an expressionless face.
"Your Grace..." Zhou De was stunned and said in disbelief, "What are you doing, Your Grace?"
"Come on." Shen Ruyan ordered coldly. "Take him out."
Immediately, a group of palace servants stepped forward, covered Zhou De whole's mouth, and dragged him out.
On the couch, Emperor Chong'an struggled to get up and patted off the late night in her hand. He asked with red eyes, "Shen Ruyan! Did I owe you anything? Why do you hate me so much?"
His question was full of heart-wrenching pain.
No one could hurt him except Shen Ruyan.
They had been husband and wife for ten years, and he regarded her as a treasure. How could she stab him in the heart?
Emperor Chong'an grabbed her wrist and growled, "If you want to be a couple for the rest of your life, I'll dismiss the imperial harem for you. If you like the Lotus of Hell, I'll also remove it myself!"
"I gave you supreme power and love. Why are you still dissatisfied? Do you want me to give you my whole heart so that you can take another look at me?"
His questions hit Shen Ruyan's heart and tore her calm disguise.
Shen Ruyan's emotions also became agitated. She broke away from his hand, stood up, took two steps back, and said in a trembling voice, "Do you think I don't know? Your so-called affection is just to treat me as a canary! It's you who schemed against me and ruined my life! It's you! You didn't even let go of my closest relatives, and you are still pretending to be a good person!"
"You want me to be satisfied? Okay! Then go to hell! If you die, I will be free! If you die, I will be satisfied! Do you dare to die? Are you willing to die?"
As she spoke, she turned around and took out the emperor's sword from the shelf and pointed it at him.
"Ten years! I have endured humiliation for ten years! It's all for today! As long as you die, I can take revenge and become my own person! I don't need to be your empress anymore. I've already worn my phoenix crown!"
She grabbed the exquisite and luxurious phoenix crown on her head and smashed it hard on Emperor Chong'an's old and ugly face.
The gold piece slipped down, leaving a few more blood marks on his scarred face.
Han Rui didn't feel any pain.
Her heart ached a thousand times more than the wound on her face.
He looked at the phoenix crown that had fallen into his arms, raised his trembling hand, and clenched it hard in his palm.
