The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 612 Bondage
"Don't let Xin'er know...he can't beat the queen, let alone the crown prince...then he will lose his life for nothing..."

"It's my fault... He shouldn't have been too close to the Second Prince..."

Can't fight?Can he just cowardly hide in the corner and live the rest of his life?
"Hehe...haha..." He stopped crying, wiped away his tears, and laughed out loud.

Ten days later, Concubine Wen was haggard, coughed up blood and died of exhaustion.

He walked out of the side hall in a daze, and got the news that the two maids and wet nurses serving in the inner hall committed suicide.

Whether it was voluntary or silenced, it was no longer important to him.

Father Huang appeared, patted his head lovingly, and said "don't be too sad".

He sneered coldly in his heart, indeed, you have so many concubines, of course you won't be sad if one of your concubines dies.

"Your Majesty, the third prince is too young to live alone. Why don't you go to the concubine's side and be with the prince. The two children usually have a very good relationship and can help them out of the pain of losing their mother."

The familiar voice, he will never forget it for the rest of his life.

Turning around to meet the woman's beautiful eyes, the eyes are so calm that no waves can be seen.

The hypocrisy and the intention of surveillance and observation are well concealed.

"Xin'er, are you willing?" Father asked indifferently.

He collected his thoughts and said respectfully: "Of course, thank you Empress."

The seeds of revenge took root in his heart, but he never dared to act rashly.

He behaved so perfectly normal that it was impossible to tell.

I originally thought that one day, when the wings are full, Empress Hui must experience the same painful death as her mother and concubine.

Unexpectedly, within half a year, that woman also passed away.

"Oh, retribution."

However, how can God make up for his wounds when he took his life away?

There are no innocent people in this world.

Since there are causes and effects, then the prince that Empress Hui cares most about is the target of his destruction.

If you can't fight in one year, you can use it for many years.

He doesn't care about wealth and power, or the affection of his children.

The scene glimpsed in the cave is like a brand mark, deeply engraved on the chest.

Remind him all the time that the reason he lives is only for revenge.

After listening to Huangfu Xin's narration, he fell silent.

I did hear about Concubine Wen's serious illness back then, and she wanted to visit her, but her mother stopped her, saying that she should not add trouble.

As everyone knows, for the third younger brother, it was an earth-shaking change.

But even though the other party saw it with his own eyes, he still didn't believe it, and was forced by his mother.

"Do you want my life, or the truth?" He said in a deep voice.

The crimes committed by Huangfu Xin are indeed unforgivable.

But unlike the big brother who forced the harem to seek rebellion, after all, he wanted to give an explanation for this secret matter in the harem.

Let it die with peace of mind.

"Second brother, ever since the first assassination failed, I have understood that simply taking your life is meaningless." Mentioning this, the third prince regained some joy.

Pulling out a soft sword from his waist, he walked slowly towards the east wall.

The tip of the sword fell to the ground, making a piercing cracking sound.

"I said just now, Huangfu Yue, you are too affectionate and have weaknesses." She raised her lips and smiled wantonly, "As a good brother who has known each other for many years, I am very aware of your ability to plan strategies, but after all, you are a human being, not a god. , Can you really control everything back and forth? You discovered my plan, but you never discovered this secret passage that was repaired long ago."

Pressing the slightly protruding stone with the palm, a crack in the wall slowly moved away, revealing a small dark room.

The woman in the blouse was kneeling on the ground with her hands bound tightly, her mouth was stuffed with a cloth strip, her eyes were staring anxiously, and she whimpered helplessly.

A young child was curled up in her arms, her little hands were tightly clutching the skirt of her mother's clothes, her fair little face was slightly frightened, but there were no tears.

(End of this chapter)