The elder paused slightly, turned his head to look, but only saw the woman's back.

He muttered to himself, "It seems I've been too tired lately, and I'm even hallucinating."

The maid's profile just now reminded him of the ghost princess.

-

Wang Yun'er brought the tea to Di Qing's side. She lowered her eyelids and subtly sized up Di Qing.

"Your Excellency."

A soft voice rang out, and Wang Yun'er seemingly unintentionally moved closer to Di Qing.

A faint fragrance wafted to his nose, and Di Qing looked up to see a very familiar profile.

Di Qing's expression changed slightly, and his heart was filled with considerable turmoil.

Wang Yun'er, who was pouring tea for Di Qing, did not miss the change in the man's expression.

It seems she's about to succeed! The next second, Wang Yun'er's arm was gripped by a strong, powerful hand.

"Your Majesty!" Wang Yun'er cried out in alarm, spilling her tea.

"Your Majesty, I deserve to die! Please forgive me!" Wang Yun'er hurriedly knelt down, but her hand was held by Di Qing and she could not move.

Di Qing pinched Wang Yun'er's chin, forcing her to raise her head.

A face that bore a striking resemblance to one in my memory appeared right in front of me.

"Which palace are you from? I've never seen you before."

"Your Majesty, this servant is from Fengning Palace."

Wang Yun'er suppressed her excitement and said in a delicate voice.

"Fengning Palace?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Wang Yun'er nodded. "This servant was sent by the master to serve the lady and has only been in the palace for a short time."

Wang Yun'er said in a panic, "This servant didn't mean it, this servant will dry you."

Seeing that the water on the table had spilled onto Di Qing's body, Wang Yun'er quickly reached out and wiped it off with her sleeve.

The next second, Wang Yun'er's hand was grabbed.

"Are you from the Wang family?" Di Qing frowned.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Wang Yun'er nodded fearfully.

"Ha, a demon beast in disguise."

Di Qing kicked away Wang Yun'er, who was about to approach.

Wang Yun'er gasped and fell to the ground, looking down at the man who was looking down at her.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency."

In an instant, I was enveloped in a chill.

"You think you can seduce the real person by transforming into her appearance?"

Di Qing let out a cold laugh.

"Your Majesty, I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know anything." Wang Yun'er scrambled to her feet and knelt on the ground.

Facing the emperor's authority, he broke out in a cold sweat.

This is not what she imagined.

Back then... the Emperor and the Ghost Princess had a deep bond!

Although the Ghost Princess died, Di Qing never forgot her.

But why is it that Emperor Qing remains unmoved despite his identical appearance to the Ghost Clan princess?

"Oh."

Di Qing let out a cold laugh, "You don't deserve to use this face."

"Your Majesty..."

Wang Yun'er hurriedly raised her head, then quickly lowered it again, "This servant deserves to die!"

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through his face.

She gasped and instinctively touched her face.

His hands were covered in bright red blood.

ah-!

"My face... ah!"

A sharp pain shot through my face.

Wang Yun'er let out a scream.

Her face was a bloody mess!

The monster only has one chance to transform.

In other words, her face was ruined, completely ruined.

"Guards, throw her into Fengning Palace. If anyone from Fengning Palace escapes, kill them without mercy!"

Di Qing said coldly.

The guards dragged Wang Yun'er away and threw her into Fengning Palace.

"Let's go, let's go, this is bad luck!"

The two guards who threw Wang Yun'er in acted as if they had been smeared with something dirty, clapping their hands and quickly leaving.

The Fengning Palace used to be the residence of the Goddess, and it was incredibly prosperous. But now the Fengning Palace has been enclosed and imprisoned.

It's no different from being confined to the cold palace.

People who come here are afraid of getting bad luck.

Wang Xuanxin had long anticipated Wang Yun'er's fate, so she wasn't particularly surprised to see Wang Yun'er thrown in covered in blood.

"It seems he's still as cold-blooded and ruthless as ever," Wang Xuanxin sneered.

"Wang Xuanxin, stop making fun of me!" Wang Yun'er covered her face, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.

"Fool." Wang Xuanxin's face was still pale, but it was much better than before.

She knew the Wang family had been destroyed, but since Di Qing hadn't taken her life, she knew she had guessed correctly.

No matter what, she had continued Di Qing's bloodline. Perhaps Di Qing had no feelings for her, but he would not allow the reputation of the mother of his only daughter to be ruined.

If she were executed along with the Wang family at this time, people would surely speculate that Princess Qingluan's mother was also involved in the Wang family's Blood Spirit Pill affair.

Wang Xuanxin slowly poured herself a cup of tea.

"Wang Xuanxin, what makes you so great! You've been imprisoned for so long, has Di Qingluan even once come to see you?!"

Upon hearing this, Xuanxin paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

Scalding hot tea splashed onto Wang Yun'er's face.

ah!

The latter let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Wang Xuanxin, ah! You actually... ahhh!"

The scalding hot tea brought intense pain to the wound on my face, sending waves of intense pain through my body.

Wang Yun'er covered her face and didn't see Wang Xuanxin approaching with a dagger.

The next second, with a soft "plop," the dagger was plunged into Wang Yun'er's dantian.

It brutally shattered Wang Yun'er's dantian.

ah!

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, rang out.

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