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!" ”

She had known for as long as she could remember that she was beautiful, but she had never cared about it. She has a noble status and a unique appearance in the world, so there are countless people who fall in love with her, but she was born among thousands of men, and she fell in love with Jiang Yan, who is not particularly outstanding.

The prince Jiang Yan of the Great Thursday, his biological mother is humble and disliked by the emperor. The emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty had fourteen sons, all of whom were outstandingly talented, but these four princes were stupid and unsuccessful, because although they were not favored, they were not involved in the treacherous storm of the Great Zhou Dynasty at first.

Yan Zhao, as the most favored little princess of Beimo, has been different from ordinary women since she was a child. She was blessed by her father and did not have to follow the rules imposed on women by the world, but in the end, it was this unrestrained that harmed her life.

When she first met Jiang Yan, Yan Zhao decided that he was extraordinary, and the elegance in his eyes and the ambition in his heart made her obsessed with him. She loved him regardless of it, and in order to marry him, she disobeyed her father for the first time, and stubbornly knelt in the snow for several days, until she fainted with a high fever, and then let her father relax.

After a hundred miles of red makeup, the two countries celebrated together, she was crowned with a phoenix, and finally married him as she wished. After getting married, she washed her hands and made soup for him, and read military books for him. She did her best to assist him, accompanied him to dodge open guns and arrows again and again, and finally helped him become the Ninety-Five Supreme. But she didn't expect that after all, she had no eyes, and she regarded the unrighteous person as a good person.

Seeing her like this, Xu Qingling grabbed her wrist tightly and sneered in her ear: "Does my sister know? What my sister hates the most is her sister's high-minded and self-proclaimed appearance. In the next few days, my sister will invite someone to train my sister and sharpen my sister's temperament. I hope my sister can hold on, and at that time, my sister will have a big gift to give to my sister! ”

After that, Xu Qingling sent people to abuse her in every way, and her so-called husband has not been seen since the day she was imprisoned.

The door creaked open.

"I haven't seen you in January, I don't know if my sister is okay lately?" A clear and graceful voice sounded from the hall, Yan Zhao raised his head, and what caught his eye was a pair of brocade shoes embroidered with a phoenix Yu Fei.

The woman in front of her was dressed in a dark cyan phoenix robe, with an arrogant expression and a cold appearance. She looked down at the scarred Yan Zhao with a smile, followed by Wu Yang and the others.

That's what the villain looks like. Yan Zhao sneered in his heart, and a mouthful of blood spat straight on her phoenix robe: "You don't have to be complacent, Jiang Yan is kind, how do you know that my today will not be your next day." ”

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhao would behave like this, Xu Qingling was so angry that her eyebrows rose. She hatefully wiped the blood from her face, and her embroidered shoes stomped heavily on Yan Zhao's instep, which had been pierced by iron nails.

Seeing that Yan Zhao's face turned purple in pain, he still looked at her with disdain, Xu Qingling was extremely angry in his heart. She glanced at the eunuch behind her, and the short eunuch immediately stepped forward and placed a brocade box in front of Yan Zhao, and then slowly opened it, revealing a man's head.

When he saw the appearance of the head clearly, Yan Zhao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he screamed in a miserable voice: "Father! ”