When Fu Jiang stood up, all the people in the hall were kneeling, except for the emperor with a gloomy face and the queen mother who bowed her head and was silent next to her, and even the queen in the palace, Li Nan and others next to her, all of them knelt on the ground. Yao Jin, who was kneeling at the front, didn't see Fu Jiang get up, she just knelt straight, and Fu Jiang looked at the huge peony on Yao Jin's back shirt and walked over slowly.

This was the first time he had seen Yao Jin's princess dress, her head was full of jade, her hair was like a cloud towering, and countless golden hairpin tassels hung high and low on the back of her head, she was wearing a goose-yellow wide-sleeved long skirt, a milky white silk tulle shawl, and colorful tassels underneath. She looks like a princess of a dynasty, golden and noble, delicate and bright, but that face and that makeup are so out of place in Fu Jiang's eyes, even like a needle prick, every time he looks at it, it makes him even more miserable.

She is Yao Jin, who was once the beautiful and rich lord of Xiaonanguo, in Xiaonanguo, except for major occasions, she has always worn light men's clothes or very neat narrow-sleeved gowns, as if she is ready anytime and anywhere. She can talk to the county guards at the banquet, or she can tear up their reports and throw them to the ground in a fit of anger, she is even more ruthless than a man! The way she rides a horse, the way she practices her sword, and even the way she punishes her subordinates to order killing, Yao Jin at that time is so in line with the identity of a country lord, in Fu Jiang's eyes, she has never been a little princess from the deep palace, her age is not important, Gender doesn't matter, the important thing is that she has brought the whole Xiaonanguo a hopeful future, she has rekindled her self who has long been disappointed in the hearts of the rulers, and she is the monarch who made him want to follow with all his heart- Fu Jiang's heart was suddenly surging, and the scenes that had happened in the past few months came to his heart: since he learned the news, he secretly left Pucheng without waiting for the people from the capital to find him, with stubbornness and disbelief, with a hint of hope, he has been trying to inquire about the hidden truth behind this matter, although he knows that Wang Xiang has been looking for him everywhere, but he is unwilling to listen to Wang Xiang's explanation, he insists that Yao Jin was forced, she cannot give up Xiao Nanguo, she must be coerced or placed under house arrest, and even the letter may be forgedBut after searching for so long, he couldn't find anything, not even a single clue. Gradually, Fu Jiang began to doubt, doubt himself, doubt Yao Jin, doubt everything, he desperately wanted to see Yao Jin himself, he desperately and frantically wanted to hear Yao Jin say it himself, no matter what he said, he wanted to listen to her confirm it in person!

At the moment when Yao Jin noticed that Fu Jiang was approaching him and turned his head, the blood on her forehead finally flowed between her eyebrows, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Fu Jiang was still full of sadness and sadness just now, only sadness, all sadness. At that moment, Fu Jiang understood that this person was not the person he was looking for, this person was not Yao Jin, the lord of Xiaonan, she was just Yao Jin, the eldest princess of the Li Dynasty, and the Xiaonanguo in his heart would never be there, and the lord of Xiaonanguo would never have it anymore, the person in front of him was just a harem woman who was prostrate at the emperor's feet and begged.

"The northerners laugh, the south is sad! the south is sad! the south is sad—"

Just as Fu Jiang repeated the third sentence in a loud voice, Yao Jin suddenly shouted bitterly, her "no" word did not fall, her hand touched the blade of the sword, she threw herself over—but everything fell short after all, the blood brought by the soft sword hidden by Fu Jiang at his waist splashed her face head-on, mixed with the blood on her forehead that was about to coagulate, she didn't close her eyes, the blood weaved into a flowing net in front of her eyes, and Fu Jiang fell down outside the net-

His body fell in a large shape on the bright and beautiful carpet, his eyes stared straight at the top of the high Guanghua Palace, and his mouth seemed to be muttering something. Yao Jin rushed forward, she tried to cover the terrible wound on his neck with her hand, but the crimson blood quickly spread to the entire chest, and the location of the wound could no longer be seen. Yao Jin's hands were blood-red, and the heavy smell of blood quickly dispersed, and she screamed like crazy, shouting one after another: No, no, no......

Many people suddenly rushed over, including Wei Yan, Li Nan, and many white and clean hands, who desperately pulled Yao Jin, as if trying to pull her away from Fu Jiang's corpse. But Yao Jin felt that their hands were so dirty, their hands were suddenly covered with green, purple, slimy liquid, Yao Jin thought that it must be poisonous blood, or maybe some other venom - she really wanted to break free from them, but the venom stuck to her sleeves, her arms and hands, no matter how much she cried out, she couldn't break free. Finally, Yao Jin was gradually dragged up, the blood on his face seemed to be coagulated, and the eyelashes were also condensed on his eyes, which she couldn't see clearly, but her eyes were locked on Fu Jiang's face, Fu Jiang's eyes seemed to have been dilated, but his lips seemed to be moving, and he seemed to be saying: Your Royal Highness, you abandoned us, you abandoned Xiao Nanguo......

"No, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't!" Yao Jin's extreme madness frightened the palace people who came to pull her, Li Nan was pushed to the ground by her, Ah Yuan and Ah Meng couldn't grab her arm, Yao Jin's hair bun was completely scattered between the pulls, the beads were all over the ground, the shawl was trampled under people's feet, the neckline of the coat was not pulled out of shape, her hands were full of blood, and ghosts were grabbing in the air. At this time, Wei Yan couldn't bear it anymore, and struggled to push away Yao Jiaxi, who had been holding him tightly, rushed into the crowd and hugged Yao Jin tightly, buried her face in her chest, and tightly protected her entire trembling body, his jade-colored robe was instantly stained with pieces of blood, just like Yao Jiaxi's face, which had always been perfect and decent, suddenly became mottled and ugly.

Seeing the chaos under the steps, on the high steps separated by rows of guards waiting for him, on the throne of the emperor and queen, Li Yao's face was expressionless, and Lin Yuebai was still kneeling at his feet, she didn't say a word, but her tears had already washed away the rouge on her face, and washed away the good complexion that was originally faked, leaving only a pale and desperate face.