Wan Qiyan didn't want to look at her again.
If she weren't Gao Zheng's daughter, she would already be nothing more than a cold corpse.
"Guards, drag him away." He didn't want to look at Gao Rong again; his tone was icy, as if devoid of any emotion.
The guards outside the gate mechanically walked in, gently raised their hands to restrain Gao Rong, and tried to drag him out.
"No~" Gao Rong struggled desperately, "I am the Empress, you can't touch me."
She slowly stood up, looked directly at Wan Qiyan, and let out a miserable laugh, her voice mournful and terrifying.
Gao Rong weakly raised her hand, pointed at the expressionless and indifferent man in front of her, and said sarcastically, "Wan Qiyan, you are really pathetic."
Haha~
Suddenly, she rushed towards him as if she had gone mad, but was instantly subdued by the guards beside her and pressed hard to the ground.
"Take him out."
"yes."
Gao Rong's voice rang out in a shrill tone: "Wan Qiyan, no one will ever love you in your entire life, hahaha~"
"Poor Yan Zhen, so pitiful, hahaha~"
"Stop!" Wan Qiyan's voice trembled slightly as he walked heavily towards Gao Rong step by step.
His left hand gripped her chin tightly, his eyes bloodshot and filled with barely perceptible pain as he said, word by word, "What...what did you just say?"
"Yan Zhen?"
Gao Rong was almost insane, her eyes showing no fear, only disdain. Her pupils contracted sharply as she spoke nonchalantly, "Then I'll tell you, Wan Qiyan."
Do you know why Yan Zhen was lying with other men at that banquet six years ago?
"I did it."
Hehehe...
Gao Rong laughed ugly, her face contorted in a grotesque manner, and mocked, "Why won't you believe her?"
"Hehe, she really didn't do anything. Yan Zhen, she's really, really pitiful!"
"Much more pitiful than me~"
She slowly leaned her head close to his ear and whispered, "She was killed by your suspicions."
"You killed the woman you loved most, does it hurt?"
Haha~
"You!" Wan Qiyan gripped her neck tightly, increasing the pressure in his hand.
Gao Rong's face was contorted with rage, always carrying a sinister smile. As long as Wan Qiyan suffered a thousand times more than her, it was all worth it.
Even in death, she would drag him down to the deepest hell with her.
...
Wan Qiyan finally let go of Gao Rong's hand, and Gao Rong, without support, collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
The glaring red marks on his neck were particularly noticeable.
"To be sentenced to death."
A desperate cry echoed through the vast palace, "Wan Qiyan, I hate you~ You'll hate me for the rest of your life..." Gao Rong called out Wan Qiyan's name hatefully, but was dragged away by the guards and disappeared from his sight.
"Yan Zhen, I'm so sorry..." Tears fell silently, without making a sound.
The Cold Palace.
"Your Majesty, this is poisoned wine bestowed by the Emperor..." the maid said, her voice trembling, the wine in her hand rippling slightly.
Gao Rong sat gracefully on the dusty bed, exuding the pride of a high-ranking official's daughter, but at this moment she appeared even more desolate.
She slowly raised her glass and, without hesitation, drank it all in one gulp.
Poisoned wine enters the mouth, tearing at the liver and intestines; the cold night in the deep palace offers no warmth.
A wave of sadness washed over her, and tears welled up in her eyes, sliding down her cheeks.
She walked laboriously to the window and looked up at the distant starry sky.
Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth, with a sweet and fishy smell.
Unable to appreciate the scenery outside the window, she fell straight to the cold ground.
She felt her body trembling, and the blood seemed to be overflowing from her soul.
She stared blankly at the half-closed door, hoping to see the person she longed for day and night.
Why did she still want to see the man she hated most in her heart at her last glance?
Is it because of love? But he hates him so much...
Her consciousness began to blur, and in the blink of an eye, she seemed to see the day she first met Wan Qiyan again...
That day.
The spring waters of the lake reflected the pristine white pear blossoms on the shore.
Gao Rong picked flowers on the shore with a flower basket in her hand. "Mother, the flowers over there are more eye-catching. I want to go over there."
Gao's mother looked at Gao Rong with loving eyes and said gently, "Don't go too far, come back soon."
The little girl responded sweetly, then ran into the depths of the pear blossoms with her little flower basket in hand.
She picked a sprig and tucked it into her hair, looking like a fairy.
A voice came from afar, "Where did this little thief come from, daring to pick the pear blossoms from my garden?" Several chubby children walked towards her menacingly.
Nine-year-old Gao Rong had never seen anything like this before. Today, her mother had brought her to the pear orchard to admire the flowers, but she never expected to encounter such an unexpected event.
The flower basket in her hand fell to the ground. She ran desperately toward her mother, but found herself lost.
She sat alone under a pear tree and began to sob, heartbroken.
"Little sister, what's wrong?" The boy's voice rang out, and she slowly raised her head, looking at him with teary eyes.
The boy before me had a face like a peach blossom, an elegant demeanor, and a youthful, slender, and frosty appearance.
With just one glance, she etched him into her heart, and choked out, "I'm lost, sob sob sob..." Tears streamed down her face again.
The boy had a warm smile on his face and said gently, "Don't cry, I'll take you out."
"Really?" Gao Rong looked up at him, her voice timid.
"Um."
The boy walked ahead of her at a leisurely pace, stopping occasionally to wait for the little girl behind him, and finally led her out of the pear orchard.
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