"You're a madwoman!" Liu looked at Fucha in horror. After hearing Fucha's words, Liu looked at Fucha with fear, the words "scapegoat" swirling in her mind.
Lady Liu's expression pleased Lady Fucha, who changed her mind and said, "Since Lady Liu is about to die, I will tell you, because the dead cannot speak! Consider this my last gift to you, so that you can die knowing the truth! This lady and that bitch Nian have been enemies for life, and this time, this lady is here to take revenge."
Liu couldn't understand Fucha's words and thought she was a madwoman. She became extremely angry, her teeth itching with hatred. She glared at Fucha and said furiously, "You're the one who deserves to die! Consort Nian will never let you get away with this!"
Upon hearing this, Lady Fucha covered her mouth and burst into laughter, giving Lady Liu a disdainful sidelong glance: "It doesn't matter who the real culprit is now, because everyone knows you're the murderer! As for me, I'll continue living my life, while you slowly rot in the ground..."
Liu's eyes reddened, and she struggled to get up, wanting to grab and hit Fucha, but her body was powerless, as if she were stepping on cotton.
"I will die with you..." he shouted, grabbed a small porcelain bottle from the low cabinet beside him, and ran towards Fucha.
Having been imprisoned for several days without food, he had no strength in his hands. His vision blurred, stars flashed, and his body swayed precariously. Before he could even get close to Lady Fucha, she pushed him away.
Liu staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground, shattering the porcelain bottle in her hand. She lay there unable to move.
Liu was unwilling to be killed by Fucha. She recalled how she had been favored by the Fourth Prince when she first entered the manor, but now she had fallen to this state. She seemed to have lost control, repeatedly muttering, "This vile woman, why did you harm me? I have no grudge against you, why did you do this to me?"
Lady Fucha glanced disdainfully at Lady Liu, stretched out her hand, examined it carefully from side to side, and coldly replied, "You're not qualified. I originally wanted to get rid of that vile woman, Lady Nian, and her precious son!" She then clenched her fist as if grasping something in the air, and said with some disappointment, "Unfortunately, that vile woman was lucky enough to escape. Her son wasn't so fortunate; he ultimately perished..."
Fucha pointed at Liu and said with a sneer, "You just happened to be there. If it weren't for the Fourth Prince instructing Lanqin to thoroughly investigate Hongsheng's death, I wouldn't have been worried about being implicated and resorting to this desperate measure. So if you want to blame someone, blame Nian for not dying with the Third Prince. Or hate the Concubine for not letting go of the Third Prince's death... If you want to hate someone, hate them."
Liu finally understood the truth, but it was too late. She hated Fucha to the core, but she was powerless to do anything about it.
Enraged, Lady Liu laughed coldly, pointing at Lady Fucha. Her voice, like a curse from hell, uttered each word with venom: "You've done so many evil deeds, aren't you afraid of divine retribution? If the Prince knew what you've done, would he still allow you to run rampant in this mansion? One day you will die without a burial place... I'll be waiting for that day..."
Liu's appearance sent a chill down Fucha's spine, and she felt a little panicked. She waved her hand and said, "You're already about to die, and you're still being stubborn! Princess Liu, you'd better go on your way properly, or you'll miss the auspicious time, and the King of Hell will be angry!"
After Fucha finished speaking, she picked up the wine pot, bent down and pinched Liu's chin tightly, preparing to pour the poisoned wine into Liu's mouth.
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