The woman on the throne vented fiercely and finally calmed down.

At this time, a thin girl came out of the small door on the side of the main hall, dressed as a maid.

With a little fear and nervousness on her face, she cautiously walked out after hesitation, she tried to avoid the mirror shards all over the floor, but accidentally a sharp mirror pierced the foot plate, and the red blood suddenly flowed out, staining the white skirt and socks on her feet.

The maid let out a painful snort, but she was too busy to close her mouth tightly, walked quickly to the throne, bowed down and whispered, "Your Majesty, the blood bath is ready." ”

The woman nodded faintly and said indifferently: "Bring my dwarf slave dog here, and prepare another mirror." ”

"Yes. ”

The maid respectfully complied, then turned to leave, and in a few moments a special iron cage was pushed over.

The iron cage was not large, like a cage for ordinary beasts, and there were wheels underneath, and the thick iron locks inside the cage tightly bound seven strange old men who were extremely short in stature and extremely ugly in appearance.

These seven old men were only knee-high, with a messy gray beard, and their faces were wrinkled, and they were so old that they could barely open their eyes.

Their shriveled mouths opened and closed with a "babbling" sound, and the seven dwarves snuggled together in exchange for that pitiful temperature, as their thin clothes were thin, and the thick iron chains became a heavy burden on them, almost bending their chests to the ground.

The woman saw the seven poor old and ugly dwarves, and a vicious smile appeared on her face, and she stepped down from the throne step by step, and with each step the temperature in the hall dropped by a point, and the frost climbed up the wall, and the bodies of the seven dwarves trembled like chaff.

The sharp, shattered mirror, covered in snow and ice, became the steps on which the woman had landed, and she had finally stepped out of the shadow of the throne and could barely see her form.

It bears a striking resemblance to the huge statue of the Empress outside the palace, but looks a little older.

She had long, curly hair of dark blue and almost black, and wore a golden crown studded with precious stones of various colors, her features were extremely beautiful, her eyebrows were like the leaves of an irise, her lips were brighter than roses, but the faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were full of meanness and malice, and her skin was whiter than snow, but it had lost some luster and was dulled.

The woman's slender right hand grasped lightly in the void, and a whip carved like black crystal and covered with spikes appeared in her hand.

The black whip shot out like a poisonous snake and slammed into the iron cage, and in a single moment, the iron cage door twisted and deformed.

The dwarves in the cage trembled instantly, their eyes were full of horror and despair, and they grew their mouths and "babbled" and screamed, but they could not make any sound other than that.

"Huh.."

The hall resounded with the sound of a woman's hearty and vicious laughter, and the sound of whips thrashing, and the timid maid hid in a corner, trembling with a brand-new vanity mirror in her hand.

The sound continued for a long time, until the whip ceased to beat, and the woman's indifferent voice rang in the maid's ears.

"Take them down.."

The maid came in with the palace guards carefully, and on the ground were seven figures curled up in a small group with bruises, and someone would take them down and give them the best treatment to prepare for the next venting of Her Majesty's needs.

The maid presented the mirror she had just brought, and hurried out of the hall as if she had fled, and behind her there was the sound of the mirror shattering and the woman cursing, and her steps couldn't help but be faster.

A cold wind blew in from outside the palace, and the maid shrank back, unexpectedly cold, as if something had passed by her.

Probably an illusion...

The woman looked at the "extremely ugly" face in the mirror, and the pain, anger, and desolation in her heart grew like a thorny vine.

"Damn, why did I block that trick for two sluts in the first place, my unparalleled beauty!!"

The woman screamed frantically again, she didn't want to see herself in the mirror again, and was about to smash the mirror, as she had done countless times before, when suddenly, a fair, slender palm gently reached out from the darkness and pressed the mirror.

The cold sensation began to spread from the cheeks, like a snake crawling past, leaving a slippery and tingling sensation, and then all the way down the neck and collarbones.

The woman's body froze suddenly, and she saw that it was not a snake, but a human finger.

Who can get close to her body without her knowing and she doesn't notice it, then it would be easy to kill herself.

The woman shuddered as she felt someone leaning over her smooth shoulders, the heat from her mouth gently lapping her earlobes, and a dreamlike voice reaching her ears.

"You haven't changed at all, Sophia... You're still so good-looking.."

The woman's eyes widened suddenly, her dark blue eyes were instantly filled with tears, and her body trembled involuntarily.

The woman saw the figure behind her clearly from the reflection of the mirror, her lips trembled, and she murmured in a low voice, "Lord... The host.."

Carlo leaned down, dropped a kiss on Sophia's cheek, and whispered, "Sophia, long time no see.."

"Ahh

Similar to Cinderella's original state, Sophia let out a hysterical scream to vent her shock and ecstasy, then turned around and grabbed Carlo's palm, covering her cheek, and looked at Carlo with affection in her eyes.

Of the three, I'm afraid that only Sophia is really in love with Carlo, because she has looked at Carlo's seductive pupils, and she doesn't think of herself as Carlo's slave, but thinks that she should be a woman.

Like Cinderella and Talia, the two of them fear and respect Carlo more than they love.

"My Snow White... Oh no, I should call you the Ice Empress by now."

Carlo caressed Sophia's smooth cheeks, a hint of a hint of laughter in her tone.

Sophia's face suddenly changed, she took two steps back, hid herself in the dark shadows, and cried out in despair, "No, master... I shouldn't have let you see me like this... I watched myself get older, I got ugly, I became an old woman..."

Sophia smashed the last mirror as well, crouched down, curled up in the corner and sobbed lowly.

A woman's playful voice sounded in the empty hall: "It turns out that Her Majesty the great Empress Sophia will also hide like a milking maid and wipe her tears secretly."

Two dark blue lights suddenly lit up in the darkness, and it was Sophia who raised her head, she squeezed out a vicious and resentful voice from between her teeth, and said fiercely: "Damn slut, it's not all because of you!"

A violent blizzard suddenly surged out of the depths of the dark corners...