No, she didn't!

She just drank a cup of Spirit Calming Tea that Rushuang sent over, and after that she did not know anything else.

No, Rushuang?!

Tears fell from the corner of Mu Langhua's eyes as something flashed past her mind. She used her last bit of strength to extend her hand and shakily pointed at Meng Qianzhong.

"You and Rushuang, you two planned things out."

She mouthed the words silently. Even though her resentment was raging like stormy waves, she couldn't say a single word.

But Meng Qianzhong understood, he looked at the two words Mu Langhua repeated over and over again, and after a moment, he faintly smiled.

"Lang Hua, it's too late for you to understand."

"Squeak."

Finally, a beauty dressed in a red muslin dress walked over. With her slender waist and graceful figure, a phoenix hairpin in her hair accentuated her elegance. Like Meng Qianqian, she walked up to Mu Langhua and lowered her head with a slight smile.

"Elder sister, how is it? That bowl of Spirit Calming Tea cost me a lot of effort."

Her voice was very light and thin, even carrying the familiar pout, but it was like a sharp knife, slowly piercing into her heart.

Why!

Why did he treat her like this!

After the river and mountains stabilized the Eastern Palace, she had frequently accepted her as a companion. It was only now that Mu Langhua suddenly realized that all of this was just a complete joke, to the point where she was plotted against by her own husband and his close cousin until she died.

Seemingly seeing her unwillingness, Su Rushuang smiled gently, extended her hand and pulled Meng Xinglou, pulling him one step closer to Mu Langhua's bedside.

"Sister, there's one other thing I might not know."

Su Rushuang's fingers were gentle like spring onions as they caressed the youth's thin shoulders. His facial features and delicate features left a monotonous disgust on her face.

"Elder sister's biological son, Xinglou, has already died three years ago. The one currently in her possession is actually a substitute that little sister had found."

"This …"

After a small ripping sound, Su Rushuang's smile grew wider. She waved the mask in her hand and looked at Mu Langhua.

"In the end, it is because my sister trusts me and is busy with work that I am able to raise Xinglou."

"Su Rushuang!"

Mu Langhua's eyes were filled with hatred, she suddenly extended her hand and grabbed onto Su Rushuang's wrist, using all her remaining strength to bite on it.

Ah!

"Rushuang!"

Seeing that Su Rushuang had been attacked, Meng Qianzhong hurried forward. Although he did not really love Su Rushuang too much, it was just that the Su Family was an important official of the Great Qi, and their Mu Family had already fallen.

An unknown light flashed in Meng Qianzhong's eyes, the sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he slashed at his wife who was biting onto Su Rushuang tightly, only to see Mu Langhua's arm being chopped off in a flash of silver, the blood flowing from the wound had drenched the entire bed, but Mu Langhua did not seem to feel any pain, as she opened her mouth and spat out a piece of flesh, looking at the two people in front of him with contempt.

"Mu Qianzhi, Su Rushuang."

Her pupils had gradually dilated and her black hair was falling down, even though her whole body was shot like a hedgehog, her hatred, her shock, was still able to support her to finish each word, "In the future, I will transform into a ghost and make you beg for death!"

After a piece of Su Rushuang's flesh was bitten off, there was a mixture of fear and hate. At this moment, when she suddenly heard Mu Langhua's heart-piercing and venomous words, her beautiful face gradually twisted, and with strength that came from nowhere, she pulled out the sword in Meng Qianzhong's hand and fiercely stabbed into the pair of eyes that she had hated for twenty years with gritted teeth.