Chapter 112 Yang Guifei is dead
Nanny Zhong reached out and pulled the cloth out of Yang Guifei's mouth.
Yang Guifei finally felt afraid.
She begged for mercy from the person sitting at the head of the table: "Queen Dowager, I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance. I will definitely turn over a new leaf and be a good person. Please forgive me this time."
As she spoke, she kowtowed, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
The Queen Mother was not moved at all.
Oh……
If I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place?
She glanced at Nanny Zhong.
Nanny Zhong understood what she meant. She pinched Yang Guifei's jaw with one hand and picked up the poisoned wine on the palace maid's tray with the other.
The explosive force before death made Yang Guifei break free from Nanny Zhong's hand and continue to beg with tears.
"Empress Dowager, please forgive me this time for the sake of the three children I have given birth to for Your Majesty. If I die, Liang'er will be very sad. He is still so young..."
Unfortunately, Yang Guifei’s mistake was that she tried to use the same methods on the empress dowager as she used on the emperor.
If she had not struggled or begged for mercy, but had gone to death with her chest held high, the Queen Mother might have looked upon her with more respect.
Looking at the woman in front of her who had ambitions for the throne but did not have the courage to die, the Queen Mother's eyes flashed with impatience and annoyance.
Nanny Zhong pinched Yang Guifei's jaw again, and this time she used all her strength to prevent Yang Guifei from breaking free again.
When a cup of poisoned wine slowly poured into Yang Guifei's throat, she coughed hard, trying to cough out the wine in her throat.
Unfortunately, she didn't get what she wanted in the end.
Nanny Zhong held her jaw in place, forcing her to hold her head high.
The wine went down her throat and into her stomach, leaving no room for maneuver.
She coughed heart-wrenchingly, struggled frantically to break free from the crowd, and stabbed her throat with her hand, making her last struggle.
Until blood gushed out from the corner of her mouth.
"puff……"
She spat out a large mouthful of black blood and slowly fell to the ground with a dazed look on her face.
She squirmed, her face full of pain and torment.
The toxicity of the poisonous wine destroyed her will, and she slowly...slowly stopped struggling.
The fear and unwillingness before death were frozen on her face.
At the moment when Yang Guifei's heart stopped beating, she stared at the empress dowager sitting above her.
His eyes were bulging frighteningly, and the resentment in them seemed to say that even if he turned into a ghost, he would not let the empress dowager go.
The Queen Mother's expression was extremely calm.
She sat in the position she is in now, surrounded by corpses and blood, and her hands were stained with countless blood.
One more Yang Guifei is not too many.
The Queen Mother waved her hand and asked the two guards who had just imprisoned Yang Guifei to leave.
She sat quietly at the top, waiting for the emperor to come.
In the hall, Yang Guifei's body lay on the luxurious carpet, without a trace of life.
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The other side.
It was only after the emperor arrived at Guanju Palace that he learned that Yang Guifei had been taken to Cining Palace.
His heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition almost overwhelmed him.
The emperor ran towards the Cining Palace, and the palace servants carrying the imperial sedan chair behind him almost couldn't catch up with him.
When he arrived at the Cining Palace, he didn't even have time to tidy up his messy hair and clothes.
Before he even stepped in, he started shouting, "Mother, it is impossible for Yang Guifei to use witchcraft to harm me. I believe her. Someone must have framed her and wanted to kill her..."
The emperor hadn't finished his words when he was so shocked by the corpse lying in the hall that he stopped talking.
His eyes were bloodshot and he screamed heartbreakingly: "Ruru!"
The empress dowager sat on a three-paneled phoenix chair with a reclining back, watching coldly as the emperor rushed towards Yang Guifei's body.
The emperor fell to the ground with a thud. He picked up the cold body on the carpet and felt the blood stagnate in his body.
His teeth were chattering and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
It is totally unbelievable that such a lively person is now silent.
"Ru... Ru'er?"
No one responded to him.
"Ruru, wake up quickly."
"Wake up..."
"Please wake up."
The hall was eerily quiet, with only the spring breeze gently caressing the earth, making the scene inside the hall seem even more desolate.
The emperor buried his head in Yang Guifei's neck and begged in a low voice.
"Ruru, as long as you wake up, I will agree to anything for you, okay?"
"Don't you want Cheng'er to be the crown prince? As long as you wake up, I will agree to it, okay?"
"Please, Ru'er, I beg you to wake up..."
The emperor's low sobs drifted in the cold and silent air, and the palace servants in the hall felt their scalps tingling.
They looked at their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses, not daring to look at the two people in the hall.
Soon, there were messy footsteps running from outside.
They are Yan Shicheng and Yan Shiliang.
"Mother..."
"Mother..."
After all, Yan Shicheng was ten years older than Yan Shiliang, and he was much faster, leaving Yan Shiliang far behind.
He stared straight ahead, his mind was blank, and his only thought was to get to his mother as soon as possible.
He wanted to plead for his mother;
He could take his mother to his fiefdom and never return to the capital;
He didn't want to be the crown prince. He just wanted his mother to live well, watch him and his younger brother get married, have children, and enjoy having grandchildren.
The wind blurred his eyes and he could no longer see anything. He ran madly into the Cining Palace based on instinct.
"Bang……"
When stepping through the door, Yan Shicheng tripped over the threshold.
His body, like a kite with a broken string, suddenly pounced towards the corpse in the center of the hall.
When he saw his mother lying in his father's arms, already dead.
Yan Shicheng's pupils suddenly constricted, and his face turned pale as paper in an instant.
"Mother? Mother!"
He staggered to Yang Guifei's side, and with trembling hands he tried to feel her breath and her body temperature.
It’s gone. My mother’s body has turned cold.
He...is late.
Yan Shicheng felt like he was falling into an ice cave. He was like an ice sculpture and had forgotten how to react.
My mother was still so young, why did she pass away?
Didn’t my mother say some time ago that she wanted to find him a young lady from a noble family?
Don’t you want to see him get married and have children?
Why? Why did it become like this?
Why does my mother have to fight for the position of crown prince?
Is it really worth risking your life for this?
Yan Shicheng felt sad and desperate.
He prostrated himself on the ground, hysterically expressing his confusion and grief.
Really... dead.
Everything can never be returned.
Yan Shiliang had also rushed into the Cining Palace at this time.
Everything in front of him made him a little confused.
The dead mother, the grieving father, and the desperate brother.
He is only eight years old this year, and until now, he still hasn't figured out the current situation.
Mother...is dead?
At his age, he just thinks that death is very far away from him.
But suddenly, his mother died in front of him.
He cried out in disbelief and rushed forward.
He threw himself into his mother's arms as usual, calling her anxiously.
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