Hand over the rivers and mountains to please you: wrong to be the emperor's wife

Chapter 5
"Do not……."

"Sister, are you warm? Haha, why don't you enjoy the big gift my sister gave you?"

Concubine Zeng laughed and turned around, and the followers behind her left one after another.

The woman shivered and shrank back, but she only felt that her body was getting hotter and hotter, and it was difficult to control.

While taking off their clothes, the two men walked towards the woman with wretched smiles.

The woman suddenly bit her tongue fiercely, and the pain suddenly spread from the tip of her tongue, which forced herself to wake up a lot.

The woman raised her eyes, and suddenly saw the small body lying unconscious in the corner, tears streaming down her eyes.

Her mind gradually reflected everything since she entered the palace, and when she thought of the emperor, she suddenly smirked foolishly: "The previous three thousand favors... It was just a play made by you, you are really ruthless——Qi Xuan Zuo, I hate you, I curse you, you will never get true love in this life."

Endless hatred suddenly shot out from the eyes, shaking the two wretched men's footsteps, but when they thought of that task, they still bit the bullet and took it.

A dagger slipped out of the queen's wide sleeve, she closed her eyes, and stabbed hard in the heart.

Blood spilled out, and the red dress became more and more enchanting...

It's just an instant, and the fragrance disappears and the jade dies is actually just a matter of the blink of an eye.

Seeing the pale woman slipping to the ground gradually and feebly, the two men were stunned on the spot.

Unexpectedly, the queen actually...

The two glanced at each other quickly, put on their clothes in horror, and hurried away—after all, she was the queen, and if she really died, it would be their fault.

The cold palace was silent, and the body that was lying in a pool of blood gradually became cold.

I don't know how long it took, but after the last bit of warmth on the person on the bed had disappeared, the fingers hanging by the side of the bed moved slightly.

A gust of cold wind blew past, blowing the dilapidated curtains, and suddenly, the person who should have died in the morning suddenly opened his eyes.

The smell of blood is all in the nose, and besides the coldness, the body is almost frozen to the point of unconsciousness.

Jiang Yuan frowned, and slowly stood up.

Except for the pool of blood on the chest, the dagger and the wound disappeared strangely...

(End of this chapter)