Suddenly, a stream of blood gushed out of Ran Qiyue's mouth, staining the ground in front of him red. His body slumped forward, finally collapsing in a pool of blood. Her eyes revealed endless exhaustion, as if all hope had been shattered at that moment.
The candlelight on the incense table flickered in the breeze, as if mourning Ran Qiyue's failure. The entire scene was filled with a suffocating silence, with only Ran Qiyue's blood flowing on the ground, forming a shocking scene.
Seeing Ran Qiyue's failure once again, Su Mutianjun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile: "Good-for-nothing! I knew it would be like this! Ran Qiyue, what else do you have to say?"
"Your Majesty!" Ran Qiyue, lying on the ground, clutched her heart, aching from the backlash of her failed method, and said weakly, "Your Majesty, it seems this child's soul has fallen into the hands of an expert. I'm afraid that the method of sacrificing a pure yin virgin soul will be difficult to complete for the time being."
After experiencing Shangguan Yuechan and Ran Qiyue's romantic scandal, as well as Crown Prince Su Mulihan's descent into idiocy, Su Mu Tianjun no longer trusted Ran Qiyue as much as he once did. Upon hearing Ran Qiyue's words, he angrily retorted, "Why don't you just say you're not very skilled? You're still making up all these excuses!"
"Your Majesty!" A hint of cruelty flashed in Ran Qiyue's narrow, almond-shaped eyes. He looked up at Su Mutianjun and said meaningfully, "It's not that there is no way out. If this road is blocked, there are naturally other ways to go."
Su Mutianjun narrowed his eyes, glanced at Ran Qiyue coldly, and shouted: "Speak!"
Ran Qiyue turned her head to look westward at the capital of Laifeng Kingdom, her eyes wicked and cruel, and said, "Use the blood and soul of the Chosen Girl to make a soul pill. Not to mention restoring the soul of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, even a long life of a hundred years is no problem..."
However, upon hearing Ran Qiyue's words, Su Mutianjun simply sneered, "Haha, Nalan Qingcheng is far away in Laifeng Country, and even her Saint Son has been killed. How can you obtain her heart blood and soul?"
Ran Qiyue's lips curled slightly as she said sinisterly, "Prince Helun is the biological son of Empress Shangguan and the Emperor. If he knew that the Empress was seriously ill... do you think he would take Nalan Qingcheng back to Zhaoyang Kingdom to see the Empress one last time?"
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