Chu Changning remained hidden in the woods behind the house.
She covered her nose with a light veil and covered her son's ears in her arms. She saw that he was completely unaffected and was staring at the fight in front of him with his big, round eyes. Upon closer inspection, he seemed to be quite excited.
She clicked her tongue slightly, then hugged her son and stepped back.
The baby is not even a year old yet, how can he/she be exposed to such a bloody scene?
Ayu was unhappy with her avoidance, so she snuggled closer to her and peeked out.
But his mother wouldn't let him look. He wanted to see how his father was doing, and he was so anxious that he started babbling and calling for his father.
Seeing him struggling like that, Chu Changning stopped caring and let him do as he pleased, then looked outside in the direction he was looking.
She glanced at the situation outside, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Princess."
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind.
Chu Changning was startled and turned around, only to see the Linwei appear out of nowhere.
What brings you here?
Xiao Yan glanced at the fighting outside and said urgently, "Ahead are 30,000 troops from Ji Province who are colluding with the Western Regions. Princess, please come with me."
Chu Changning frowned. How could it be such a coincidence? She couldn't help but glance at Yan Beimo not far away, and her unease grew stronger.
She pondered for a moment, glanced at the chaos outside, and saw that the people of Mo Nan were in trouble and began to flee. The other guards immediately gave chase.
Seeing this, Chu Changning handed the son in her arms to Xiao Yan, saying, "Take him and go first."
Xiao Yan immediately took A Yu from him and stepped back.
Once everyone left, Chu Changning glanced at Yan Beimo, who was injured and leaning against a tree, then lifted her skirt and ran out.
The ground was littered with corpses, and blood was everywhere, leaving a trail of bloodstains.
She walked over, knelt before him, checked his breath, and whispered, "Your Majesty."
There was no sound, and his breathing was weak.
How could that be? How could Yan Beimo's martial arts be so advanced?
She couldn't help but look around, recalling the flute music from a moment ago, and her thoughts sank.
The witchcraft of Mo Nan is skilled at killing with sound, and it shares the same origin as that of the Western Regions. She had seen Helian Ye play the song of the dead, which burst forth like an explosion, and even the strongest internal energy could not withstand it.
Chu Changning snapped out of his daze, glanced at the guards scattered on the ground, and then fixed his gaze on the face of the person in front of him.
She stared at it for a few moments, her mind involuntarily replaying the events from the beginning.
Now is the best opportunity to kill him.
He's dead, so no one will hold her back anymore. She can take her son and run away, ending all this sin, and no longer have to play along.
A dagger slipped from her sleeve, and she grasped it, its sharp edge pressed against his heart.
The air was thick with the stench of blood.
Chu Changning raised his wrist, the tip of the knife slicing through his clothes and pressing against his flesh.
She looked at his pale face, his labored breathing, his hand gripping the knife handle as if it weighed a ton and began to sweat. An unbearable pain spread from the depths of his heart, meandering through his entire body.
He personally bestowed upon her three broken bone nails, imprisoned and humiliated her, and made her his plaything. What was she hesitating about?
She killed him; he was her enemy to begin with.
Besides, he never said he loved her; he only softened his stance to continue his pleasure with her. From then on, she would have to live at the mercy of the emperor day and night, and without his favor, she would be a worthless person.
He never considered whether she was happy in the palace. The months of mutual support they had shared were nothing but a vain illusion.
But she, shamelessly, became increasingly addicted to him, sacrificing everything in return.
Her eyes suddenly turned red, the blade pierced her flesh, and the person beneath her suddenly opened their eyes.
The coolness on the back of her neck made her pupils dilate instantly.
Their eyes met, his gaze fixed on her, filled with hostility and a hint of barely perceptible disappointment.
Chu Changning turned around and saw Night Hawk holding a knife.
Her hand went limp, a mocking glint flashed in her eyes, and she turned to look at the man in front of her.
Yan Beimo glanced down at the knife in his chest and curled his lips in a mocking smile.
She was indeed lying to him all the time.
"You used the assassination attempt in Mo Nan as a pretext to plot against me?"
A calm, gentle voice rang out, but the ferocity in his eyes seemed capable of destroying the world. He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her close.
"Chu Changning, this little bit of strength won't kill anyone. Today I'll teach you another lesson: when you want to get rid of someone, you have to destroy them completely."
"Otherwise, he'll gnaw you down until there's nothing left but bones."
His voice was deep, cold, and terrifying, like a demon from hell, its chill penetrating to the bone.
Chu Changning was being choked by him, and the pain prevented him from speaking.
Yan Beimo saw the tears in her eyes, shoved her away, got up, took out a knife, and casually bandaged the wound.
The guards and assassins all rushed out, and even Ayu was brought back by the general, but she seemed to be asleep and didn't move at all.
"Your Majesty, Ashletur has withdrawn his troops back to Beiling, and General Wu has captured Yuancheng."
"All of you, step back."
The generals exchanged glances, looked at the empress who was slumped on the ground, mounted their horses, and rode away.
The others around also left immediately, and in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared.
In the desolate forest, only the two of them remained.
Yan Beimo, dressed in a white robe, stood high above her, the hem of his robe fluttering in the fierce wind.
"You've been lying to me from the very beginning."
Upon hearing his words, Chu Changning's eyes reddened, and she let out a mocking laugh.
"How ridiculous! The Emperor of the Great Qi, the eldest son of a noble family in Yandu, could actually be deceived by me?"
She lied to him, but when did he ever believe her? From beginning to end, he never believed her and always had a backup plan.
Today was nothing more than a test and a scheme by him.
Yan Beimo looked at her; his brows were as cold and aloof as frost and snow in late winter, chilling to the bone.
"You lied to me, poisoned me, and were looking for an opportunity to kill me."
"Yes." She answered decisively, raising her eyes to look at him with a smile, "Your Majesty doesn't think we can really forget the past and live out the rest of our lives in such a hypocritical way, does he?"
"Yan Beimo, what are you deceiving yourself about?"
"Shut up!" he suddenly roared in fury, leaning down and grabbing her by the neck. "Aren't you good at acting and deceiving people? Why don't you cry and beg me to spare your life?"
Ask him?
He was always so aloof and superior; she utterly loathed his arrogant demeanor.
“Yan Beimo, if you have any conscience left, for Ayu’s sake, let’s part ways. You’ve stabbed me with three bone-breaking nails, and I’ve stabbed you with a knife today. That’ll settle our debts.”
"You would be the emperor, with three palaces and six courtyards—"
The hand around his neck tightened suddenly, his gentle face filled with rage.
"Chu Changning, you really have backbone."
Chu Changning felt a sudden pain, but looking into his sinister eyes, she smiled with relief.
"Kill me or torture me, it's up to you."
Such a ruthless and vicious person as him dared to kill his father and brother. Those who betrayed him are all dead, and those who murdered him should be torn to pieces.
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