Under the vast night, the fire in the sky burned the palace of the Xia Kingdom as bright as day, and the sound of the handover of soldiers and armor and the wails of the palace people when they fled were endless.

A purple-clothed beauty stood at the gate of the palace in a daze in the company of the maid, her eyes were empty, looking at the sea of fire from afar.

After a long time, she suddenly burst into laughter and tears.

Seeing her look crazy, the two maids glanced at each other, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "Madam! Please go home! ”

The purple-clothed beauty frowned, glanced at them in disgust, and sneered: "Don't call Mrs. Bengong, disgusting!"

The heads of the two maidens hung lower, and they didn't dare to say anything at all.

At this moment, another delicate woman in a pink dress walked over.

"Xiahou Shuyao, what kind of majesty are you playing? Do you think you're still a golden princess? Your country will soon be a Lang's! ”

The woman in pink had a very pleasant voice, but her tone was extremely mean.

Seeing that the purple-clothed beauty was shocked, and her bulging belly trembled, the maid hurriedly stiffened her head and said, "Mrs. Murong, Mrs. Hou Ye is pregnant with Liujia, please be cautious!"

Hearing this, a trace of jealousy and hatred appeared in the eyes of the woman in pink, and she directly slapped the mouthy little maid.

If it weren't for the piece of meat in her belly, she would have replaced Xiahou Shuyao as Mrs. Changle Hou long ago!

After beating the maid, she was still angry.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on her lips.

"Xiahou Shuyao, your imperial brother has been poisoned to death three days ago! Prince Shen and his wife were also killed yesterday! Prince Shen and King Qingyang, father and son, who are guarding the palace today! She attached herself to Xiahou Shuyao's ear and gloated.

As soon as the words fell, Xiahou Shuyao's body went weak and fell to the ground, even though the two maids went to help them with their hands and feet, it was still too late.

Red blood snaked from under her skirt, and her gorgeous little face twisted into a ball of pain, but she still clutched the corner of the pink-clad woman's skirt.

"Murong Xiao, what you just said is the truth?" Xiahou Shu looked at Murong Xiao steadily.

Murong Xiao smiled brightly and said, "Is it necessary for me to lie to you about a princess of the dead country?"

After a pause, Murong Xiao said again: "Also, at most, in a quarter of an hour, Xun Lang will completely clean up the remnants of the Xiahou clan!"

Hearing this, the last glimmer of light in Xiahou Shuyao's eyes also disappeared.

No matter how the two maids cried, she no longer had the slightest response.

There is nothing more grief than the death of her heart, and she just wants to apologize for her sins with death at the moment.

If she hadn't believed Zhang Xun and Murong Xiao's nonsense, how could she have stirred up her imperial brother's originally impregnable country?

If she hadn't married Zhang Xun, which made the imperial brother favor and protect the Zhang family, how could a second-rate nobleman like the Zhang family be powerful in just a few years?

Just when Xiahou Shu was so painful that she was about to lose consciousness, a tall and handsome figure appeared in her field of vision.

"Smack!" The man slapped Murong Xiao directly, and then hurriedly squatted down and hugged Xiahou Shuyao in his arms and shouted, "Quickly pass on the imperial doctor!" Hold on! My husband will definitely save you! ”

Hearing this, Xiahou Shuyao, who had no strength, suddenly had strength again, she pushed Zhang Xun away, pulled off the phoenix hairpin on her head, and pressed it against her neck.

Zhang Xun looked shocked, and hurriedly said: "Auntie, you put down the hairpin quickly!"

"Down? Oh, you dream! It was Hongu who was blind to marry you! This palace only wishes to never see you again in life and death! With that, Xiahou Shuyao resolutely stabbed Feng Hai down.