Chapter 307 The Truth About the Sea of Fire
As soon as these words were spoken, the hall suddenly became eerily quiet.
Xiao Heng's gaze was like an ice-hardened blade, shooting towards Su Nanqing.
"What did you say?" His voice was as low as thunder, exploding in the dead silence of the hall.
Liu Yuetang curled the corners of her lips slightly. After using the nightmare incense, she began to talk nonsense and become unconscious on the third day.
So, no matter what should be said or not, Su Nanqing will say it all out.
In an instant, the smile on her face suddenly disappeared, and a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes, "Liu Yuetang? Isn't this the name of Concubine Xi?"
"Your Majesty... Could it be that Concubine Xi's death is related to Concubine Rou?"
Xiao Heng strode forward and glared at Su Nanqing fiercely: "Rou Jieyu! Was it you who set fire to Yaoyue Palace that night?"
"It's not my fault, Your Majesty!" Su Nanqing suddenly sat up from the couch, her messy hair hanging down and sticking to her face which was covered with tears and sweat.
She shook her head desperately, "It's her! It's Liu Yuetang! I gave her the antidote! She didn't trust me, so she didn't drink it... She just didn't drink it! Hahahaha..."
As she spoke, she threw her head back and laughed.
The laughter makes one's scalp tingle.
A "pop" sound interrupted her shrill laughter.
Xiao Heng's sudden slap almost knocked Su Nanqing to the ground. She stumbled and bumped into the bedpost, and blood instantly flowed from the corner of her mouth.
But she seemed not to feel the pain. She slowly raised her eyelids, and her gaze happened to meet Liu Yuetang's pupils.
"Ah--" Su Nanqing screamed in panic, clutching the quilt and shrinking into the corner on the other side.
"Ghost! You are a ghost! You are here to take my life, right? Then just kill me and don't torture me like this anymore... I beg you, don't torture me like this anymore."
Just as Liu Yuetang was about to step forward, Xiao Heng suddenly pulled her into his arms and said angrily, "Come here, take Concubine Rou to Zichen Palace. I want to give this vicious woman a thorough trial."
As soon as he finished speaking, eunuchs dragged Su Nanqing, the palace maids and others out.
"Let me go! You are all ghosts sent by Liu Yuetang, right? Let me go! Ugh——"
While struggling, Su Nanqing's mouth was blocked again.
Afterwards, Xiao Heng ordered someone to invite the queen to the Zichen Palace.
Liu Yuetang winked at Xue Ji behind him, and when they headed towards the Zichen Palace, Xue Ji retreated quietly.
Yaohua Palace.
When Rong Yue stepped into Yaohua Palace on the broken snow, she unconsciously pulled her cloak closer.
In the past, the underground dragons in Yaohua Palace would burn until March of the following year.
But now, the huge palace only has a pot of firewood burning for heating.
The breath he exhaled could still condense into white mist, and the pillars were icy cold.
Rong Yue took a look and saw Concubine Zhao lying on the couch.
Her face was as pale as rice paper, her lips were pale, and she was moving the pen tip on the paper intermittently.
Perhaps she heard some noise, her fingertips paused, and she raised her eyes nervously. When her eyes met Shi Rongyue, her tense face relaxed a little.
"Rongpin...why are you here?"
After saying that, she hurriedly turned over the written rice paper and covered it on several stacks of rice paper to hide the wet writing.
But the word "love" on the rice paper, "But if I burn my infatuation to the end, a trace of love will remain in the world," had not yet dried. When she hurriedly turned the paper, her fingertips accidentally rubbed it, and the ink immediately spread out a crooked mark.
It seemed as if it hinted at her ending.
Rong Yue stepped forward and looked at her: "You are also involved in the death of Concubine Shuyi."
Zhaopin's fingertips trembled, and the brush fell on the table with a "pa".
Seeing her actions, Rong Yue became more certain of her suspicions and said slowly, "Jieyu Rou is suffering from nightmares day and night. The Emperor has taken her to the Purple Palace for interrogation. I have come here to take you to confess your guilt."
"If you wait for Concubine Rou to betray you, the consequences... you know very well."
Just as Liu Yuetang said, Su Nanqing is a mad woman at the moment, and she would never think of giving out Zhaopin.
On the contrary, with Zhaopin's testimony, Su Nanqing's guilt could be further confirmed.
Zhaopin's heart trembled when she heard this: "The Emperor knows everything about Concubine Shuyi?"
Her fingertips clenched violently.
If... if Xiao Heng knew that he was involved in Liu Yuetang's death, would he hate him?
Even, regret knowing yourself?
"Yes, the Emperor knows everything."
After hearing Rong Yue's affirmation, her whole body went limp, as if all her bones had been pulled out, and she could only sit steadily by leaning on the edge of the table.
She slowly closed her eyes. "Why are you saying all this nonsense to me? Even if I don't go before the emperor, you will still tie me up and take me there, right?"
Rong Yue was slightly stunned. It was indeed so.
Zhaopin stood up, holding onto the table, looking dazed. "Wait a moment, I'll do this for you."
She walked slowly to the dressing table and sat down holding the edge of the stool.
Her pale face was reflected in the bronze mirror, and even her eyebrows showed a hint of illness.
Zhaopin picked up the crabapple-colored lip balm from her dressing table, slowly applied it on her lips, and with a light sip, her originally pale lips became rosy.
It was like a small cluster of spring flowers suddenly blooming in the snow, so bright that it was dazzling.
In a trance, she seemed to see her appearance when she first entered the palace in the bronze mirror.
She was not happy at that time. She was disgusted by the square palace walls.
She was fed up with all the women around him.
She was even more disgusted with her identity as a concubine.
But she loved him very much.
In this way, she entered the deep palace with hatred and love.
On their "wedding" night, she made him so angry that she stormed off.
Now I think, if...
If she had been more considerate and shown more weakness since she entered the palace, perhaps...
She and Xiao Heng would not have reached this point.
Thinking of this, she smiled with tears in her eyes.
Forget it, in this life, she did not let Xiao Heng down, she just didn't know how to love someone.
She always felt that as long as she stood there, that person would always look back at her and would always understand the softness hidden under her hard shell.
But she forgot that he was the emperor.
If you forget, people’s hearts will become cold and their love will fade.
But now, she doesn't have much time left.
She didn't want Xiao Heng to hate her.
Even if she died, she wanted to die in Xiao Heng's arms.
Thinking of this, she slowly stood up and took advantage of Rong Yue's inattention to hide a dagger in her wide sleeves.
When they reached the door, the guards wanted to stop Rong Yue, but Bu Zi'an, the emperor's attendant, happened to arrive at this moment.
"Empress Rong, the Emperor has graciously granted your request."
The guards quickly stepped aside.
When Zhaopin left, she looked back at Yaohua Palace.
This one glance ends the ties of half a lifetime.
She slowly turned her head, her palace skirt sweeping across the snow-covered blue bricks, and she never looked back.
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