Chapter 373 Death of Liang Yusong
Liang Yusong stared at Yuan Wanru in a daze, and suddenly burst into a crazy laugh: "Hahaha... Yuan Wanru, who do you think you are? Do you think you can do whatever you want with Lu Jiangnian's support?"
Her laughter echoed in the dark cell, with a hint of mournfulness. "I don't believe you can get away with killing me!"
She held on to her last bit of dignity, but her voice couldn't stop shaking: "And my family... You absolutely dare not touch them! This is under the feet of the emperor, Yuan Wanru, do you really dare to be so arrogant?"
Liang Yusong stared at Yuan Wanru, trying to find a flaw on her face.
She stubbornly believed that Yuan Wanru was just bluffing.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Wanru raised a meaningful smile at the corner of her lips: "I don't have to do it myself."
She walked forward slowly, her skirt embroidered with gold thread trailing an elegant arc on the ground, "It's the emperor who wants to kill them."
"When you, the Liang family, boasted of your intelligence and played everyone in your hands, did you ever think that one day the truth would come out?"
Yuan Wanru's voice was as gentle as water, but every word was heart-piercing.
Liang Yusong's pupils suddenly contracted, and the color on her face instantly faded. She subconsciously shrank back, her back against the cold wall.
Yuan Wanru leaned over and whispered in her ear: "How did Empress Sun die... Don't you Liang family know the most?"
"You...how do you know!" Liang Yusong's voice suddenly rose, so sharp that it almost pierced the eardrums.
Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, her fingers digging deep into her palms.
Yuan Wanru straightened up and admired her horrified expression from above: "The emperor knows, the prince knows... How long do you think Concubine Liang, the second prince, and the people of your Liang and Gao families can live?"
She shook her head gently. "I just... let you go first."
"No one cares whether you live or die."
This sentence was like the last straw that completely crushed Liang Yusong.
"It's over... It's all over..."
Liang Yusong collapsed to the ground, crying and laughing, looking like a madman. Her carefully combed hair was in disarray, and her pearl hairpin fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Yuan Wanru looked at her collapsing appearance coldly, then turned and walked towards the torture rack.
Her fingertips brushed over the red-hot iron, sparks flying: "I wanted to give you a taste of this..."
She suddenly turned around, a cruel smile flashed in her eyes: "But now I have changed my mind. For a woman, what is more important than innocence?"
Liang Yusong's crying stopped abruptly. She looked up in horror, her lips trembling: "You...what do you want to do?"
Yuan Wanru admired her expression on the verge of collapse, and slowly used the tip of the knife to pick up her belt: "I won't do anything. I will just throw you on the street... When the drug takes effect, someone will naturally do something for me."
"Liang Yusong, even if you die..."
Yuan Wanru leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You will also die in an extremely ugly way."
"No! Please!"
Liang Yusong finally collapsed completely. She crawled on her knees and grabbed the hem of Yuan Wanru's skirt, "Kill me! Kill me now!"
Tears mixed with powder left messy marks on her face, "You can ask me to do anything, just don't do this to me!"
Yuan Wanru pulled back her skirt indifferently and ordered Xuan Ying, who was standing in the shadows, "Take her out."
She paused, and a cruel arc appeared at the corner of her lips. "Remember... choose a lively place."
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Xuanying waved his hand expressionlessly, and two secret guards immediately stepped forward to support the limp Liang Yusong.
She was still struggling, and a hoarse cry came from her throat, but the effect of the drug had begun to take effect. Her struggle became weaker and weaker, and her eyes gradually became unfocused.
"Keep an eye on her." Xuan Ying ordered coldly, "The Crown Prince's wife said not to let her escape." He paused, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, "But there is no need to stop her from committing suicide."
The secret guard took the order and dragged Liang Yusong out of the dungeon.
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A ruined temple in the south city.
Summer nights come late, and a cool breeze blows. Outside the dilapidated temple, a few ragged beggars are roasting food around a weak campfire.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the distance. They looked up and saw two men in black dragging a disheveled woman towards them, and then mercilessly threw her into the mud in front of the temple.
"This, this is...?" One of the beggars widened his eyes.
The man in black glanced at them coldly, turned and disappeared into the darkness.
Liang Yusong's whole body was burning hot and her consciousness was blurred, but when her eyes met the greedy gazes of the beggars, an unprecedented fear instantly swept through her body.
She struggled to get up and staggered towards the temple, but the drug took effect and her legs were so weak that she could hardly stand.
"Hey, little girl, why are you here alone?"
A beggar with a grimy face approached with a grin.
Liang Yusong's vision was blurred and his limbs felt so soft that they didn't seem like his own.
She staggered backward, her back hitting the mottled stone pillars of the dilapidated temple, the rough texture hurting her.
"Get away! Don't touch me!"
Her voice was hoarse and broken, but even she couldn't hear it clearly.
Those dirty hands stretched out, and greedy faces swayed before my eyes, like evil spirits crawling out of hell.
Despair came over her like a tide, drowning her sanity.
She bit her lips tightly, and the taste of rust spread on the tip of her tongue - she would rather die than suffer such humiliation!
In a trance, she seemed to see her second brother.
He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe, standing under the pear tree in the backyard of the Liang Mansion, smiling and waving at her: "Xiao Yusong, come here, second brother brought you a candy man."
That was when she was seven years old, and her second brother had always loved her very much.
But her second brother was gone, and his death was so miserable, she hated it!
She saw her mother again.
Her mother sat in front of the dressing table, combing her hair gently, and whispered, "Our Yusong is so beautiful, your future husband will definitely love you."
She retorted to her mother coquettishly at that time: "The person I want to marry must be outstanding and high-ranking. I don't want an ordinary person."
And there is my aunt, Concubine Liang.
Her aunt, wearing a nine-phoenix golden crown, said to her affectionately, "Daughters of the Liang family are born to fight. Yusong, in the future, our Liang family will definitely become the most glorious family in the capital. Whatever you want, your aunt will give it to you."
She believed what her aunt said. She was willing to fight for it, and was willing to help her aunt and her cousin fight for it.
But in the end——
Lu Jiangnian's cold face appeared before her eyes. He didn't even want to look at her. Yuan Wanru stood beside him with a winner's smile on her lips, as if to say, "You lose."
Her life was so short and so ridiculous.
I have gained nothing and accomplished nothing, and I am going to die in such a miserable way.
"Bang!"
The moment his forehead hit the stone pillar, he felt a sharp pain and warm blood flowed down his brow bone, blurring his last glimmer of vision.
——I’m so unwilling.
This was her last thought before she fell into eternal darkness.
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Yuan Wanru had just visited Sun Haining and returned to Lingshuiju.
From the conversation just now, she realized that Liang Yusong really wanted to tarnish Haining's innocence. If it weren't for Haining and Qingshuang's desperate resistance...
She closed her eyes, cold anger boiling in her chest.
"The Crown Prince's wife."
Xuanying's voice rang out from outside the door, "Liang Yusong... committed suicide by hitting his head against a pillar."
Yuan Wanru slowly opened her eyes, with a cold look in her eyes.
I really shouldn't have been so soft-hearted and gave Liang Yusong the opportunity to commit suicide.
In the dilapidated temple in the south city, where beggars and refugees gathered, Liang Yusong's medicine had taken effect and he was left there...
Liang Yusong still had some courage and knew that committing suicide was better than living in humiliation.
But this is far from enough.
"Go to Jingzhao Yamen and report the case."
Yuan Wanru said coldly, "Just say that Miss Liang was found dead in a dilapidated temple in South City, and her death was tragic."
The corners of her lips curled up with a hint of sarcasm, "Let everyone in the capital know how she died."
Even if you die, don't expect to die with dignity!
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