Chapter 552 One Day
"I'm sorry, Emperor Zhao of Zhou, I can only be your concubine for one day. When you give me the antidote to the living dead, I will agree to be your concubine for one day." Zhu Huaizhen said softly with an indifferent expression.
"Zhenzhen, aren't you afraid? I gave you poison." Emperor Zhao of Zhou sneered.
"Don't be afraid." Zhu Huaizhen said slowly, his eyes firm.
Her Taoyao Army was the predecessor of Princess Pingyang's Mudan Army.
When the Peony Army was angry, they were no different from the emperor. Millions of people were killed and blood flowed for thousands of miles.
"A tiger mother will never have a dog daughter." Emperor Zhao of Zhou smiled playfully.
"Oh, you have a one-sided love for my mother." Zhu Huaizhen said slowly.
This also explains Emperor Zhao of Zhou's attitude towards Concubine Bai and Zhao Lian'er.
One moment there was a grand ceremony, and jewelries were brought in like a stream.
Sometimes it is cold and ignored, like being in the cold palace.
"Princess Ronghua, you are indeed smart. In this respect, your mother cannot compare to you." Emperor Zhao of Zhou instantly restrained his smile, his eyes became deeper, and even revealed a hint of sharpness.
"Emperor Zhao of Zhou, if you really love my mother, you should not make such an unreasonable request. My mother hopes that I will have a peaceful and smooth life, and does not ask for glory and wealth." Zhu Huaizhen sighed lightly.
She didn't dare reveal her nervousness, and her fingertips trembled slightly under her sleeves.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I love her, but I also hate her. I hate that she abandoned me for a coward." Emperor Zhao of Zhou stretched out his cold fingertips and hooked Zhu Huaizhen's chin.
His fingertips were long and slender, leaving a shallow blood mark.
He showed great excitement and licked the bloody taste left on his fingertips, still feeling unsatisfied.
"Okay, whatever you want. As long as you are happy, I just want the antidote." Zhu Huaizhen whispered.
"Princess Ronghua, I am curious, what would you do if I humiliated you but did not give you the antidote?" asked Emperor Zhao of Zhou.
"Kill every Murong person and flatten Shangjing." Zhu Huaizhen said in a deep voice.
"Oh, that's it. I'm really looking forward to it." Emperor Zhao of Zhou shook his head and laughed.
"Emperor Zhao of Zhou, are you sure you won't regret it? What I meant by razing Shangjing is to expel all the people in Shangjing. If they don't want to, I won't care about their life or death. What I want to do is to completely destroy all traces of you, so that I will have no connection with my mother in this life, and we will not be involved in any future lives." Zhu Huaizhen spoke each word with an extremely serious look.
"I believe it." Emperor Zhao of Zhou suddenly revealed a sinister look.
Thus, the gentle fragrance and the mixed powder were mixed together again.
The ingredients of Gentle Incense are agarwood, orchid, clove, jasmine, magnolia, osmanthus, and honey. Fresh orchid, jasmine, magnolia, and osmanthus flowers are placed in a stone mortar and pounded into a floral paste. Cloves are ground into a fine powder, and agarwood into coarse grains. The fine clove powder and coarse agarwood grains are then mixed together and added to the floral paste, where they are further pounded. An appropriate amount of honey is added to form incense pellets, which are then pressed into cakes, dried, and then dried. The finished product is typically used for fumigation.
Midie Powder is non-toxic and has a light fragrance. After burning, no trace can be found.
The gentle fragrance mixed with the mist powder is the deadly love fragrance.
Zhu Huaizhen did not resist and was humiliated by Emperor Zhao of Zhou.
Her eyes were clear, bright, and even revealed a hint of mockery.
She knew she couldn't escape this disaster.
She once had illusions, but now she is disappointed, but not sad.
Emperor Zhao of Zhou wanted to see her cry so much that he did everything he could to make her cry.
Unfortunately, when she becomes strong, she can also be scary.
Just like those clusters of camellia flowers, they would rather fall like broken heads, sad and tragic, than surrender.
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