The rebirth of the first daughter of the poisonous concubine

Chapter 2 The Sad Ending
"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about?" Su Yanran smiled, and gently stroked Ying'er's hair, "Ying'er was born by my pregnancy in October, and she was raised by my side when she was born, how could she become an older sister? What about his son? Not only does the emperor not believe it, but no one in the entire Nan Kingdom will believe it. The emperor has already announced to the world that the prince is my son."

She paused for a moment, looking at the woman in front of her with an extremely crazy expression: "And you are just a poisonous woman who murdered Duke Huai and was executed. You should have died a long time ago, why are you still alive?"

Yes, why are you still alive.

Su Ruiran suddenly collapsed on the ground, she had already lost the strength to cry, and the tears rolled down her face stiffly.

She was originally the daughter of the prime minister of the current dynasty, and she married Nangong Mingxuan, the current emperor, at the age of 16.At that time, Nangong Mingxuan was just an unfavored concubine son of King De, not even qualified to inherit the throne.If he hadn't married himself, how could he have the current position.For Nangong Mingxuan, how many people has she harmed? From a weak and indifferent young lady to a poisonous woman with blood on her hands.Even in the end, in order to help Nangong Mingxuan clear away the last stumbling block on the road to becoming emperor, she did not hesitate to practice assassination skills and sneaked into Duke Huai's mansion as a singing girl, but she almost lost her life.However, in the end, King Huai died, and Nangong Mingxuan ascended the throne smoothly, and he put all the crimes on himself.

From the crowned princess for a while to the sinner spurned by thousands of people, if she really wanted to blame, she could only blame herself for loving the wrong person.

Nangong Mingxuan, how handsome is he, what about literary talent and military strategy.Which of the sweet words he said to himself is true?She gave him everything she had, but in exchange for such a tragic result.

And her own sister, who robbed her son, and found such a group of men, she didn't even leave the last bit of dignity to herself.

"Ying'er, let's go." Su Yanran stuffed a small knife into Ying'er's hand, her eyes full of anticipation.She can't compare to Su Ruiran, just because of her status as a concubine, how unwilling it is for her!
Ying'er held the handle of the knife with both hands, and the little figure was still trembling.

Seeing her son walking towards her, Su Ruiran felt an indescribable desolation in her heart. After being convicted and imprisoned for five or six years, the memory of Ying'er still remained in the infant Ying'er.

She couldn't help stretching out her hands and opening her arms, and in a trance, she saw Ying'er smiling and leaping towards her, calling "Mother", so sweet.

There was a stabbing pain in her chest, and she opened her eyes again, and a dagger was stuck in her chest.

Ying'er's immature face was covered with blood, her body was trembling but she still clenched her teeth: "Go to hell! You bad woman!"

Her heart was bleeding, but she smiled and raised her hand to gently wipe the blood off Ying'er's face.

Ying'er let go of her hand in fear, and stepped back behind Su Yanran.

"Sister, you should have died a long time ago. As a younger sister, I came to see you off at the end, which is considered to be the last bit of affection."

Yes, he should have died a long time ago. Instead of living like this, it would be better to die.

On Huangquan Road, she turned her head and saw her body thrown into a mass grave, bit by bit eaten by wild dogs into a pile of bones.Just like the yellow leaves falling from the branches in autumn, who will miss such a silent end?
The news of Su Ruiran's death spread to the Central Palace. The emperor, who was reviewing the memorial, lost his mind for a moment. He stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the glazed yellow tiles of the palace, and the eaves and corners of the corridor carved with dragons.

Thinking of the ten miles of red makeup back then, and the prosperity of the city paved for marrying that woman, I feel more or less sad.

For her, he felt ashamed in his heart.

However, the embarrassment of the emperor is only in this moment.

If you say regret, who doesn't regret it.

On the long corridor of the palace, Su Yanran led Ying'er into the palace.The setting sun dragged the two figures, one tall and one short, long. Su Yanran raised her head and glanced at the sky full of clouds, she felt that the dazzling splendor was no longer depressing.The unwillingness and hatred that had been suppressed in my heart for more than ten years completely dissipated at this moment with the loss of that woman.

It's just why in the end, the woman's eyes were not filled with that kind of crazy hatred, but with supercilious indifference.

But no matter what, from now on, no one in this palace will be able to contend with him.

(End of this chapter)