At least, he was still very unhappy because of his father, the emperor. It was really frustrating that the emperor had been wearing this green hat for so many years.

Lan Linxue stood up, looked at Xu Jinlan for a while, and then said expressionlessly, "Now that you've brought this up, I can't let you live anymore, do you understand?"

Xu Jinlan stared blankly at Lan Linxue for a moment, smiled slightly, and then forcefully stood up.

"Do you think I want to live? Do you think living with you and your father makes me happy? Let me tell you, although your mother died in that fire, she lives on forever in the Emperor's heart. All these years, Hu Qianyu and I have tried everything, but the Emperor still makes our lives worse than death. The Emperor wants us to suffer, so he confines us to the Cold Palace, watching us live a life worse than death every day. Countless times, I've wished that I was the one who died in the fire, so that at least the Emperor would remember me, and that my son is a true descendant of the Lan family!"

As she finished speaking, Xu Jinlan suddenly closed her eyes, and tears of despair streamed down her cheeks.

Lan Linxue looked at her, then suddenly let out a long sigh, and seemed to be tired as she turned to leave.

Just then, Xu Jinlan whispered from behind, "Would you spare Jia Yuan's life? He's innocent; he knows nothing!"

Lan Linxue paused for a moment, turned around and was about to speak when suddenly the door behind her was flung open and countless torches rushed in.

"Whether someone lives or dies is for me to decide!"

Lan Shanyang walked in with a large group of people, his face cold.