In the late spring of March, the smoke and rain were misty, and the ink clouds were shrouded in the sky over the imperial city.

In front of the grassy Tangli Palace, the stone steps paved with white marble are covered with moss, and the cobweb-covered plaques are crumbling in the air, as if they are about to fall straight down in the next moment. In the candle-lit main hall, two fat guards were sitting lazily on rosewood chairs, gossiping wine and gossiping.

The younger guard spat the bones in his mouth to the ground and said dissatisfiedly: "It has been raining all day, and the musty smell in this hall is becoming more and more unpleasant. As he spoke, he glanced at the inner hall again, and asked in a low voice: "Boss, the person inside has been beaten like that, I don't think I can survive, I don't know when the emperor plans to dispose of her." ”

"Little rabbit, how do I teach you on weekdays," the older guard glanced at him fiercely, "If you want to survive in this palace, you have to talk less and do more, and inquire about the emperor's affairs, you have a few heads that are enough to cut off." ”

The little guard was trained, and nodded stupidly, but his eyes still looked in from time to time.

In the corrugated and dilapidated dormitory, the curtains were blown around by the wind. The spring cold was biting, and Yan Zhao knelt on the ground in disheveled clothes. Her hands were tightly bound in chains, and her feet were pierced by two iron nails, which were firmly anchored to the ground.

An originally delicate goose egg face has long been emaciated and exposed due to the torture in recent days, the face is covered with knife marks, and the skin is open, at first glance, it is really terrifying, and it is impossible for people to associate this person in front of him with Princess Zhaoyan, who was famous all over the world in the past.

Yan Zhao tried to move her feet, which had already been numb, and the pain in her heart immediately made her break out in a cold sweat. Looking at this bleak hall, she couldn't help but smile miserably thinking about her situation.

A month ago, she was killed by a traitor, and after losing her martial arts, she was imprisoned by Jiang Yan in the Tangli Palace.

Her former favorite cousin, Xu Qingling, smiled lightly and viciously slashed at her face, until there was no good piece of meat on her face, and then she stopped with satisfaction.

She was desperate and unwilling, but the man placed a bronze mirror in front of her and watched with interest at her sudden change in complexion.

"Who would have thought that Princess Zhaoyan, who was famous all over the world in the past, would end up so miserable now." Xu Qingling covered her lips and smiled, "But my sister is extremely happy when she sees her sister like this." ”

She smiled lightly and added: "I don't think my cousin knows yet, Your Majesty is going to make me the queen." Now that the country has been decided, my cousin has long lost its use value, don't worry, you can't see the great rivers and mountains, I will take a good look with Your Majesty. ”

"What did you say?" Yan Zhao's back stiffened, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Jiang Lang loves his sister, so naturally he only wants to share the honor with his sister, and his cousin is just a chess piece of Jiang Lang from beginning to end." The smile on Xu Qingling's face deepened, and her expression became more and more proud, she gently stroked her stomach, and said slowly in a gentle and vicious tone, "Jiang Lang cherishes his sister and worries that his sister will be unwell during pregnancy, but my sister and my sister have been in love for many years, and my sister has been tortured, how can I not come to visit as a sister." ”

"You talk nonsense!" Yan Zhao looked at her slightly bulging belly, only to feel five thunders thunder, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Sister thinks that if Jiang Lang doesn't give it, how can my sister hurt my sister so easily?" Xu Qingling covered her mouth and laughed, "Jiang Lang wants his sister to die, but his sister just obeys Jiang Lang's heart." ”

Yan Zhao looked suffocated, slumped to the ground weakly, and asked with tears in his eyes, "Why?" Why do you do this to me? ”

Xu Qingling held her cheeks and pretended to ponder: "Why? It's probably because my sister can't tolerate a grain of sand in her eyes, and my partial-born sister is blocking my way everywhere. ”

She bowed down slightly, held Yan Zhao's chin with her right hand, and her former meek eyes were full of cruelty: "Whether it is birth or appearance, you have pressed me everywhere, as long as you are gone, whether it is Beimo or Da Zhou, no one can compare to me." ”

Yan Zhao looked up at Xu Qingling, who had a hideous face in front of him, and roared angrily: "I think I treat you well, but I didn't expect you to be docile in front of others, and you did everything you could to calculate me behind your back, Xu Qingling, how can you be worthy of me!" ”