Standing behind her, Ning Qing reached out and placed a hand firmly on Wu Chenxi's shoulder.
The other person remained squatting on the ground, motionless, their eyes fixed on the person who had already stopped breathing.
Wu Chenxi's feelings were incredibly complicated at this moment. The enemy she had been thinking about for ten years was now taking his own life with his own sword.
There was no sense of satisfaction from revenge, nor any feeling of relief; instead, my mood became even heavier.
Could it be? Suddenly, something came to mind.
Wu Chenxi's eyes sharpened, and she suddenly stood up, sword in hand, heading towards the bed.
Seeing this, Ning Qing quickly ran over and reached out to stop the sword that he was about to thrust at the bed.
Wu Chenxi looked at her bloodied hand gripping her sword with her bare hands, her eyes flashed, and she quickly let go of the sword as if she had been burned.
She turned her head to look at Ning Qing, her eyes filled with disbelief and anger, but even more so with heartache.
He growled, "Are you stupid?! Why are you doing this? Isn't this your hand?"
Then, pointing to the half-dead person on the bed, he said, "Is this person worth all this for? You'd even give up your hands?"
Ning Qing looked completely innocent, raising her bloodied hand to precisely attract the man's attention before speaking, "Wife, it hurts."
Wu Chenxi could no longer care about anything else. She quickly grabbed the teapot containing cooled boiled water from the table and carefully cleaned Ning Qing's wounds. Then she took out some wound powder from her bosom and sprinkled it on the wounds.
Then she took out a white silk handkerchief from her bosom, wrapped it around her arm, and finally tied a knot.
With eyes full of heartache, Wu Chenxi reached out and gently stroked Ning Qing's long, black, and lustrous hair.
Looking intently at Ning Qing, he said, "Fortunately, the wound isn't very deep. But you mustn't do that again, understand?"
Ning Qing uncomfortably turned her head away to avoid the harassment of a certain claw.
He said, "I'm just in a hurry, aren't I? Of course I wouldn't be stupid enough to use my own flesh as a shield."
Upon hearing this, Wu Chenxi's eyes flashed, and her expression became inscrutable.
He asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
Ning Qing looked at him intently and said, "Killing one's father is unacceptable to the world, and one should not be allowed to be reincarnated as a human."
She silently added in her heart: "Kid, I don't want you to bear the stigma of patricide and live a life condemned by everyone."
I can help you solve all your problems.
After a moment of silence, Wu Chenxi said, "I just want revenge."
Ning Qing nodded and said, "Don't worry, you will get what you want."
Ning Qing stood up, but her hand was suddenly grabbed tightly from behind. "No, Qingqing, you mustn't do anything reckless. The crime of regicide is unforgivable. At best, you'll be executed and your entire family will be wiped out; at worst, your entire clan will be exterminated."
Ning Qing turned around, gently placing her other hand on the back of his hand, and comforted him, "It's alright, as long as he doesn't die at our hands."
Although Wu Chenxi was puzzled, he was willing to believe his wife.
Even if Qingqing really killed him, he would be willing to bear the name of regicide for him, let alone the fact that he killed for him.
No, I cannot let my delicate, beautiful fingers, as white as scallions, be stained with even a speck of that person's blood. That person is unworthy.
Just as Wu Chenxi stood up with her sword in hand, she saw Ning Qing's warning glance and abruptly stopped in her tracks.
My heart is filled with regret and remorse. I shouldn't have dragged him into my hatred.
Seeing that Wu Chenxi had stopped causing trouble, Ning Qing walked briskly to the bright yellow dragon bed with its canopy, stopped, and looked down at the person on the bed with empty, lifeless eyes.
Leaning close to his ear, she spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, "In your entire life, for the sake of supreme power, you personally pushed the person you loved most into hell, and turned a blind eye to your birth mother's cries for help."
The emperor suddenly remembered some terrifying scene, his expression blank, his eyes wide open.
Ning Qing continued, "When your mother begged you for help, why did you pretend not to see her and flee in panic?"
He paused for a moment and then asked, "When you dreamt of returning to your dream, did you see your beloved woman and your mother? What did they say to you? What did they do? Do you remember everything?"
Then, pointing to Wu Chenxi standing not far behind him, he said, "That's your only son."
Then she got up, walked to Wu Chenxi's side, took his hand, and walked out the door.
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