As for the princes in the harem, the concubines did not consider them for the future.
Even if some of them were their own children, they felt no reluctance or concern.
These princes grew up in the power struggles and distorted environment of the palace from a young age. They were all like little devils possessed by demons, and they were cruel and ruthless towards their mothers who gave birth to them, showing no affection whatsoever.
They either wantonly beat and killed palace maids and eunuchs in the palace, turning a deaf ear to their mother's teachings, or they spoke ill of their mother, their eyes full of disgust and disdain.
What is there for them to cherish and be reluctant to part with such heartless and cruel children?
It's a pity that none of those innocent and carefree princesses, except for Dark Moon, were lucky enough to live to adulthood.
The only one remaining is the little princess born to Murong Yan, who is not yet three years old.
The poor child had been weak and sickly since birth. He was lying in his crib with a pale face, a slightly furrowed brow, and faint breathing sounds coming from his mouth from time to time.
If it weren't for Murong Yan's all-out, life-or-death protection, she would probably have already perished under that scoundrel emperor's wanton torment.
Following Qin Qianluo's instructions, the soldiers meticulously collected and registered all the opium in the palace.
They would either bend over and lift heavy boxes of opium, the veins on their arms bulging as they did so, or squat on the ground, carefully counting the amount of opium.
His eyes were fixed on the record book in his hands, his expression focused and serious. He then began preparations for its destruction.
At this moment, in a corner of the palace, chests of opium were piled up, and a pungent, putrid stench permeated the air, as if this sinful thing was struggling before its death.
After properly settling the women in the harem, Qin Qianluo dared not slack off in the slightest. She took a deep breath, adjusted her state, and then strode straight to deal with the opium matter.
In her heart, only by thoroughly destroying these harmful substances could she truly restore a pure land to the world, so that opium would be completely eradicated from the world and no longer harm the people.
Accompanied by An Yue, Ling Xue and Ling Wei excitedly entered the gloomy and damp prison.
Upon entering the prison, the pungent stench and oppressive atmosphere immediately assaulted her senses. Ling Xue instinctively covered her nose, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with disgust.
Ling Wei gripped Ling Xue's arm tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and her body trembling slightly.
Water droplets hung on the surrounding walls, dripping down as if adding to the sorrow of this earthly hell.
They immediately spotted their own family members. Their mother had long since perished from the relentless torment inflicted by those family members, leaving only their father and brothers barely clinging to life.
Ling Xue and her companion looked at the emaciated and disheveled people in the prison, feeling a sense of satisfaction. How ironic this scene was.
Ling Xue's eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up in them. She bit her lip, trying hard not to let the tears fall.
Ling Wei burst into tears, covered her face with her hands, and her body convulsed uncontrollably.
All the pain and suffering that once felt like thorns in my back and were etched into my heart was finally released without reservation at this momentous occasion, like a flood bursting its banks.
At that time, dark clouds filled the sky, pressing heavily over the prison, much like the gloom that had accumulated in their hearts over the years, heavy and oppressive.
Those family members who acted like animals in the past, and whose behavior chilled people to the bone, have finally received their just deserts under the wheel of fate.
This retribution, like justice delayed, was slow yet unwavering, allowing the two to quell the resentment and grievances that had been building up in their hearts for years.
The tears streaming down their faces were not from witnessing their family's current wretched state, nor from grief over the sudden passing of their biological mother.
Those tears contained an outpouring and expression of the injustices she had silently endured for years.
For years, they lived in that so-called home as if they were in an ice cellar, suffering discrimination, insults and oppression. Every moment of their lives was marked with the marks of pain.
At this moment, all these pains and sorrows found some solace and comfort in these seemingly silent tears, as if fate were giving them a belated embrace.
Outside the prison, a fierce wind howled, making the withered branches tremble as if lamenting their past misfortunes.
Look, now they are like butterflies emerging from their cocoons, gracefully accompanying their masters, living peaceful and prosperous lives, with happiness like the warm spring sun, seeping into every crevice of their lives.
In contrast, those "relatives" who used to beat and verbally abuse them are now like grasshoppers in autumn, trapped in this dark and damp prison, barely surviving.
They while away the rest of their lives in despair and regret. This stark contrast is like an ironic painting drawn by fate itself.
It makes one sigh at the impermanence of life and the inevitable retribution for good and evil. The dim light inside the prison flickered, illuminating the haggard and disheveled faces of those people, a stark contrast to their current composure and calmness.
The feeling of exhilaration in their hearts was like a surging tide, crashing against their hearts wave after wave.
Ling Xue slightly raised her trembling right hand and gently placed it on her chest, as if trying to suppress the turmoil in her heart. Her other hand tightly gripped the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Ling Wei, standing beside her, took a deep breath and straightened her spine, as if adjusting her somewhat disordered breathing in response to what she was seeing.
The two raised their eyes again, their gazes filled with icy, chilling mockery as they coldly stared at the once arrogant crowd before them.
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