Your Majesty, the Empress Runs Again

"No, I want to see His Majesty. I'm innocent, not innocent. Your majesty, your majesty, chenqie is wrongly accused! Bitch, hurry and let go of me, have you forgotten who my father is? I want you to die, I want you to die, ah ~ "Wangde Fei was dragged off the bed by the palace maids who had been roughly washed in their dreams. Those palace maids were all used to rough work, and were already unhappy with the arrogant and domineering Wangde Fei.

Her clothes were in a mess, one side of her face was swollen from being hit by a palace maid while struggling, she raised her head and glared viciously at Consort Lin, who was seated on the main seat. Consort Lin's clothes were gorgeous, her makeup was exquisite, the more dignified and graceful she was, the more she looked like a helpless wangde concubine. From Consort Lin's gaze, Consort Wang saw herself falling. She really wanted to rush forward and kill her, but her hands and feet were firmly held down and unable to move.

"Big Sister Consort De, if I were you, you would have given up on struggling. Why would you go through all this trouble? Look, this isn't just us, the exalted Concubine De. It's really hard to look at! "Someone come, Imperial Concubine De plans to murder the Grand Emperor and is sentenced to capital punishment under Esteemed Empress Dowager's imperial law." Consort Lin was smiling like a flower, but the punishment for being executed was too cruel for the women of the harem. Wang Defei instantly went limp on the ground, and even the maids who were used to seeing the life and death of the harem had a change in expression.

The woman's scream lingered in the air above the cold palace for a long time. Occasionally, an attendant who was on duty would accidentally see this scene and would be so scared that he couldn't help but shiver. The so-called extreme punishment was to tie an evil palace concubine to a wooden horse, also known as' riding a wooden horse '. At the beginning, Gong Fei who rode the Trojan horse would feel waves of happiness, the longer the Trojan horse moved, the greater the golden light of the person being tortured would be passed through. The more she struggled, the deeper the Trojan horse would pierce through until the person was finally pierced through.

For the first half of her life, Consort Wang lived a peaceful and comfortable life. Because of the Wang family, she had been placed high above the concubines of the imperial harem. Even at her death, she didn't understand why she would end up like this. The imperial harem had lost a Consort, and the previous dynasty had lost a powerful general. Although these two events had taken place in a short period of time, the imperial court and the harem had never lacked ministers and concubines.

Shen Xin understood this the best. No matter what era it was, it was the law of the jungle, and if one could not win, there was only death. What she was more puzzled about was that since ancient times, the Emperor had always weighed the pros and cons with the most importance. Since Qin Ao did not seem to love the Consort Lin as much as he did on the surface, he had his suspicions towards the Lin Family.

Shen Xin had to admit that she was an inferior person in front of this ancient person. This man was always the one who wanted others to see what he was like, not someone who was able to see what he was like.

In Shen Xin's heart, Qin Ao was a shrewd person who was good at scheming, so when Shen Xin heard the news of the emperor's death, he immediately laughed it off.

"Miss, this is bad. Your Eminence was clearly not in the palace. For some reason, it was said that Your Eminence attempted to assassinate the Emperor. The entire capital is now filled with officers and soldiers who captured Your Eminence and Master. " Originally, Steamed Bun went to the streets to buy some plums to make ice crystals, but there were portraits of Shen Xin and Shen Zhui everywhere. She didn't even get to buy plums before she hurried back.

"Steamed Bun, go buy some plums." Shen Xin was neither arrogant nor impatient. Looking at the empty hands on the bun, she knew that she had not bought back the plum. As for the soldiers who had captured her, for the time being, she did not care about them.