However, a voice came from Bo Wanhua's headset that only she could hear.

It was Su Yan's voice.

"This show is wonderful, but it's time to end it."

Bo Wanhua knew that Su Yan was watching everything here in secret.

So she had no way to tell Bo Jinxiu and Shen Yiqi.

Su Yan is the mastermind behind this.

That is their death warrant.

Bo Wanhua wiped the tears from her face.

When Xiao Qinglin approached, she suddenly took a step back.

Then he spoke, quite politely.

"Captain Xiao, can you let me sing one more song on stage?"

Xiao Qinglin frowned and said nothing.

But there was no action.

Bo Wanhua turned around.

Slowly walked onto the stage.

Standing in the center of the stage.

She continued to sing.

She sang her favorite song, Farewell My Concubine.

She probably sang this song many times.

At this moment, she seemed to have really turned into Yu Ji, who was surrounded by enemies on all sides.

The gorgeous costumes on her body, with brilliant colors, reveal endless sadness at this moment.

Her face was as pale as snow, with only a hint of blood red on her lips, as if it was the last bit of color of her life.

"Seeing the king sleeping soundly in his tent, I will go outside to relieve my sorrow."

Bo Wanhua stretched out her hands lightly, raised her orchid fingers, and took rhythmic steps on the stage, like a stroll in a garden or wandering on a battlefield.

"I urge the king to drink and listen to Yu songs, and to relieve his worries with graceful dances. Ying Qin's unjust rule destroyed the country, and heroes started fighting on all sides..."

Bo Wanhua's every smile, every move was professional, and her voice was sad and full of nostalgia.

Time passed by minute by minute, and even Jiang Ciyou was immersed in it, as if he was in the historical picture scroll of the Chu-Han contention.

And as time goes by.

The atmosphere gradually reached a climax.

Bo Wanhua waved her long sleeves, her voice filled with reluctance and sorrow: "The Han army has already occupied the land, the sound of Chu songs can be heard everywhere, the king's spirit has been exhausted, what can I, a humble concubine, do?"

When I heard this word.

Everyone seemed to notice that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next second.

Bo Wanhua picked up the sword on the ground.

Across his neck.

Without the slightest hesitation...

The next second, blood splattered everywhere.

She fell straight back.

Everything happened too suddenly.

No one expected that Bo Wanhua would end up like this.

She acted so quickly, without even a hint of hesitation.

Bo Jinxiu and Shen Yiqi rushed onto the stage almost instinctively.

But Shen Yi was one step faster.

He hugged Bo Wanhua directly.

"Mom! Mom!! No, no!!"

Shen Yiqi was obviously panicking.

Blood gushed out from Bo Wanhua's neck.

Shen Yiqi knelt on the ground, trying to cover the gushing blood with his hands.

But it's completely useless.

"Mom, don't die, don't die."

No matter how many bad things Bo Wanhua has done, she is still his relative after all.

Shen Yi's fingers trembled, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

Bo Wanhua still had a breath left. She turned her head and looked at Bo Jinxiu who was standing beside her.

"Ah...Xiu..., I'm sorry...you..."

Her speech was already sporadic.

He was spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Bo Jinxiu stood by and looked down at Bo Wanhua who was on the verge of death.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that time had gone back.

He seemed to understand the feeling he had when he was ten years old and Bo Wanhua pushed him into the water and watched him die.

There is no pleasure of revenge.

On the contrary, it hurts...

Bo Wanhua slowly raised a hand towards Bo Jinxiu: "It's over, it's all... over..."

"Ash..."

Bo Jinxiu appeared indifferent.

But in my heart, there were already lightning and thunder, and mountains and earth were collapsing.

Watching her die right before his eyes, he felt so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"Can you... call me... Mom again..."