Chapter 297 The Queen's Death
The last trace of blood on Xie Zhenrong's face completely faded, leaving only a dead look of confusion and death.
The honor of being the queen that she depends on for survival, the position of the queen mother that she dreams of... is it really going to be lost?
Xie Zhenrong's gaze was fixed empty on the gorgeous caisson paintings on the dome of the hall.
There are auspicious dragons and phoenixes on it, and hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix...
How ironic!
"Hehe...hehe..." A broken laugh came from her throat, which was more unpleasant than crying and carried a strong smell of blood.
"Miscarriage...baby swap...hahaha..." She laughed until tears came out.
"What can I do! I just want a son!"
She raised her head, staring at Yan Shixu with bloodshot eyes, and screamed with her last bit of strength:
"Your Majesty, if I had told you about my miscarriage, would you have given me another child?"
Yan Shixu looked at her quietly without any hesitation.
"Won't."
"Hahahaha——" Xie Zhenrong laughed wildly with his head raised.
"So, what right do you have to blame me? What right do you have to punish me? I am your first wife, but you didn't even want to give me a child! Yan Shixu, you were the one who wronged me first! Not only do I want to confuse the bloodline of the royal family, I will also kill all of the royal family bloodline, kill all your sons... kill Wen..."
Xie Zhenrong's roar stopped abruptly!
A flash of cold light passed by! As fast as lightning!
No one could see clearly how the emperor moved, they only felt a gust of cold wind sweeping past.
Yan Shixu pulled out the sword from Zhang Sicheng's waist.
The cold tip of the sword pointed at Xie Zhenrong's throat with incredible precision!
Just one more inch and she would be killed on the spot.
The sword hummed and felt cold.
The sharp sword energy even pierced the skin on Xie Zhenrong's neck.
A drop of bright red blood slowly seeped out and slid down the cold sword blade.
The entire hall fell into a suffocating silence!
Everyone's eyes were fixed on that cold light and the blood beads oozing from Xie Zhenrong's throat.
Yan Shixu stood with a sword in his hand, his dragon robe fluttering in the wind, and a cold murderous intent emanating from his whole body.
There was no warmth on his handsome face, only the freezing cold and the indifference of looking down on an ant.
"Xie."
Yan Shixu's voice was low, and every word he said carried a tremendous force, striking Xie Zhenrong's heart.
"I have given you seven chances to secure your place as Queen. Do you know what I meant?"
Xie Zhenrong looked at him in a daze.
Seven times? Which seven times?
Xie Zhenrong didn't know what he was thinking about, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
Seven chances have passed, and the seven years of love between husband and wife are over.
Yan Shixu's hand holding the sword was as steady as a rock, the tip of the sword did not move at all, but his voice suddenly rose.
"You have failed in moral conduct, confused the royal bloodline, deceived the emperor, and disrupted the government... Each and every one of these crimes is unforgivable!"
"Convey my will—"
"Deposed Empress Xie is granted three feet of white silk. After her death, she will be sent back to the Duke of Rong's mansion and will not be allowed to enter the imperial mausoleum."
"The Xie family, the Liu family, anyone involved in this case, regardless of relationship, status, or wealth, will be executed by lingchi!"
"Duke Rong and Duke Wen's mansions have been stripped of their duke titles due to their poor parenting practices, resulting in grave errors. All officials within the mansions and the court are dismissed and sent back to their home countries, and are prohibited from entering the court for ten years."
The cold decree, word by word, was like the heaviest death knell, declaring the final fate of Xie Zhenrong and his accomplices!
It also announced the fate they brought to themselves and their families.
Xie Zhenrong's face was filled with numbness, as if it were a clay puppet whose life force had been drained away in an instant.
The cold sword tip against her throat and the emperor's ruthlessness that penetrated her soul finally crushed her last bit of delusion.
She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't speak...
"puff--"
A mouthful of boiling hot blood suddenly spurted out of her mouth!
Like an enchanting red plum blossom, it splashed cruelly onto the cold sword blade!
That glaring bright red was the dream that filled the room on the day she married him; it was the nightmare she had been chasing all her life, but which was ultimately shattered.
Her body fell back limply.
Before his consciousness completely sank into the endless darkness, Xie Zhenrong saw a graceful figure sitting quietly behind the rosewood screen inlaid with treasures.
It's her.
She is going to die, she is happy, right?
She really couldn't beat her because she had his love and she didn't.
How wonderful it would be if her life were not there.
Before Xie Zhenrong's last bit of consciousness faded, the scene in his mind froze on the day of their wedding.
——
She wore a phoenix crown and a red bridal gown, and drank the wedding wine with him.
He promised her that they would be together forever and shine together like the sun and the moon.
She replied that the husband and wife should follow each other and treat each other as equals.
——
Behind the screen, Wen Li'er put down the tea she had been holding for who knows how long.
She looked through the screen at the figure lying on the ground, who would never wake up again, and sighed softly.
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