Chapter 179 Death
Han Fuxue was shocked and looked at the woman who appeared in front of him in disbelief.
"Feng? Why are you here?"
"I've been waiting here for you for a long time."
Feng Qingsui said with a smile.
"The dung cart moves so slowly, and the dung bucket is so smelly and stuffy. Your Majesty, I wonder how worried I am that you'll suffocate to death in the bucket."
how so?
Han Fuxue was in a state of confusion.
She just hid in the manure cart on a whim to escape from the palace. How could Feng know?
Could it be that someone in the palace has been keeping an eye on her?
Yes, since Ji Changqing was able to tamper with her embroidered screen without anyone noticing, he must have a secret connection in the palace.
She was always under secret surveillance, and even her departure from the palace might have been possible only because someone was secretly helping her.
Ji Changqing and Feng were probably waiting for me to leave the palace so that they could deal with me.
She made a bad move!
After figuring things out, she forced herself to calm down.
"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Feng."
She stood up and stepped out of the barrel.
"This is not the place to talk. If Madam Feng wants to talk to me about something, it would be better to discuss it somewhere else."
After saying that, he turned and ran away.
After running a few steps, he suddenly felt a pain in his knee, stumbled, and fell to the ground, breaking a tooth.
Unspeakable pain shot up from her gums to the top of her head, causing her to dig her fingertips into the soil with spasms.
Feng's indifferent voice came from behind him.
"I think this place is very good. It matches the Queen's temperament very well. It is the most suitable place for the Queen's burial."
Han Fuxue supported himself on the ground with his hands and turned around with difficulty.
"I have no grudge against you, why do you want to kill me?"
"No grudges or hatred?"
Feng Qingsui smiled sarcastically, took out a piece of paper from his arms and spread it out in front of her.
"Does your Majesty still remember Minister Jiang's wife?"
After recognizing the handwriting on the note, Han Fuxue's pupils suddenly shrank.
Why did the note she wrote to the secret guard to threaten Xun Shan to kill Minister Jiang's wife end up in Feng's hands?
"Your Majesty must be very proud."
Feng Qingsui put the note back into his arms.
"You can take someone's life by just writing a note."
"Thinking that no one could find out about her since she was in the harem, she wrote recklessly using the only floral-scented ink in the world."
"However, as the saying goes, 'When the sky is wild, it rains; when people are wild, they bring disaster.' How can Your Majesty, who is so arrogant, have a good end?"
The teeth are bleeding continuously.
The nose is full of fishy smell.
Sharp pains continued to torment the nerves.
Han Fuxue suddenly recalled the words the Crown Prince had said in Fanghua Palace: "I never told you that these teeth are pretending to hurt. They hurt all the time, and it hurts so much that I want to go crazy."
She hadn't been able to imagine the pain he was talking about until this moment.
It turns out that breaking a tooth really hurts.
If she had been able to control her temper back then, and had not slapped the prince and broken his teeth, would the prince not have grown up to be a tyrannical person?
Wouldn’t he develop such a bad habit and torture Minister Jiang’s daughter to death?
If she didn't have to kill the entire Jiang family to clean up his mess, would she not have fallen to this point?
But how could she control it!
She truly loved the emperor at that time, but the emperor only had eyes for that woman.
Even though that woman betrayed him, he remained obsessed and took a village girl who looked like that woman into the palace and promoted her to a noble concubine.
How many shameful and dirty things did the Han family do for him?
He demolished the bridge after crossing it, without any regard for her feelings at all. He was too lazy to even be perfunctory. How could she tolerate it?
Unfortunately, the prince was stupid and could not bring honor to her, nor could he understand her or support her.
He actually said such heart-wrenching words that he wanted the imperial concubine to be his mother.
He didn't even think about it, if the imperial concubine became the queen, how could the Eastern Palace be his!
If she had to do it again, she would still do it.
This is probably the fate of them, mother and son.
Seeing the serene expression on Feng's face, she knew she was doomed to die today. She asked in a hoarse voice, "What is your relationship with the Jiang family?"
Feng Qingsui said calmly, "You don't need to know."
"Just know that today is the anniversary of your death."
After saying that, he looked at Wuhua.
Wuhua picked up the shit stirring stick beside the pit, picked up Han Fuxue's belt, and threw her into the pit.
Han Fuxue was suddenly startled and opened his mouth to call for help.
Feces mixed with maggots poured into his mouth.
Block the throat.
She couldn't make a sound.
The thick feces submerged her, filling her eyes, ears, nose, tongue and mouth.
The stench was overwhelming and boundless, and the pain was equally overwhelming and boundless.
She struggled in vain.
Getting deeper and deeper.
finally.
All perception came to an abrupt halt.
Feng Qingsui watched the cesspool gradually return to calm, then turned around and left with Wuhua.
The sky was as black as ink, leaving only a pale tint on the horizon.
The wind rises.
Heavy rain is coming soon.
The rain washed away all traces on the ground.
Three days later, a dung man who was carrying dung for fertilizer dug out a female corpse from the dung pit and reported it to the police in horror.
Based on the clothes on the female corpse, the government judged that it was a palace maid. They suspected that she had escaped from the palace by using a manure cart and fell into the manure pit and died, so they reported it to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
The Ministry of Internal Affairs has discovered the body of the palace maid guarding Fanghua Palace and is worried about Han Fuxue's disappearance. After checking in the morgue, they confirm that it is Han Fuxue.
Report it to the emperor quickly.
The emperor said calmly, "Return it to the Han family."
Old Madam Han was already in poor health. After receiving her daughter's body, she saw that her face was unrecognizable and she fainted from crying.
The Han family was in financial difficulty, and Han Fuxue's death was ignominious, so the Han family bought a thin coffin, placed Han Fuxue's body in it, and buried him hastily without a wake.
The outside world did not know that Han Fuxue was dead, and the rumor was still circulating that she had been deposed from the throne and banished to the cold palace because of witchcraft.
As early as the afternoon of the day when the Ji family entered the palace to attend the birthday banquet, Bi Yue'er left the Ji Mansion on the pretext that her grandmother was ill.
To prevent the Ji family from being confiscated and exiled, including her.
However, after returning home, he did not receive the news that Ji Changqing was beheaded and his property was confiscated for cursing the monarch and destroying the royal auspiciousness.
Instead, something went wrong with the Queen's birthday gift and she was tragically deposed.
"Grandma, what's going on?"
She asked Youshi anxiously.
"Grandfather clearly added words to Ji Changqing's painting, and he did give the painting as a gift, so why didn't anything go wrong at the birthday party?"
Yu Shi was also feeling uneasy.
She had no idea who was threatening her before, but when the Queen's embroidered screen burned out a skull, she suspected that it was related to the harem.
But she had no way of knowing whether the Queen failed to harm Ji Changqing and was retaliated against, or was framed like Ji Changqing.
She has been living in fear these past few days, fearing that the person behind the scenes would make public her evidence of guilt because he failed to frame Ji Changqing.
"Maybe the room temperature is not high enough, so it doesn't show up."
She comforted her granddaughter.
Bi Yue'er could only think so.
Unexpectedly, the next day Tang's paper-binding shop was closed down by the government, and her grandfather and two uncles were thrown into jail.
The charge was that they repeatedly concealed the original works and replaced them with high-quality imitations when framing them.
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