"Xiao Yuanqing doesn't love you, why can't you admit it? Why do you have to arrest him back? If you let him live and let our family live, why would you end up like today?!" The corners of Zhuang Mengdie's mouth hooked up with a touch of ridicule and compassion, "However, Mengdie still has to thank the empress for not killing back then, and the empress for giving her the position of emperor of Tianxuan Kingdom." ”

"Shut up, Xiao Yuanqing loves me! If it weren't for your mother's use of the means to confuse his mind, how could he leave me!" Empress Zhuang heard Zhuang Mengdie say that Xiao Yuanqing didn't love her, she was even more excited than hearing that Tianxuan Kingdom had changed hands, she was resentful, sad, desperate, helpless, and all kinds of emotions in her eyes changed in turn, and finally returned to calm, like a pool of stagnant water that could no longer make waves.

"The empress has now been poisoned into the bone marrow, instead of suffering so hard, it is better to let Mengdie help you get free, as for whether your father loves you or your mother, under Jiuquan, you can ask again. After Zhuang Mengdie finished speaking, she pulled the imperial quilt and covered Empress Zhuang's head.

Zhuang Mengdie frowned slightly, the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows was like weeping, she tightly covered Empress Zhuang's mouth and nose with both hands through the quilt, and coldly watched Empress Zhuang's body writhing and twitching under the quilt.

Empress Zhuang's hands and feet were still kicking and struggling under the imperial quilt at first, but soon the force became weaker and weaker, until finally there was no movement.

Feeling that Empress Zhuang had no movement, Zhuang Mengdie took a long breath, even though the night was slightly cold in late autumn, but fine beads of sweat had oozed slightly on her forehead, she did not let go of the hands covering the imperial quilt, just like this, she maintained the action just now and passed another cup of tea, after making sure that Empress Zhuang was indeed dead, there would be no more accidents, she suddenly got up from the edge of the bed, and suddenly lifted the imperial quilt.

Empress Zhuang's face was bruised, her eyes were prominent, and she was not blind. Zhuang Mengdie stretched out her hand, slowly stroked Empress Zhuang's purple face, moved to her angry eyes, and soothed her eyes.

When she was young, she wished that she could be held in her arms by the most powerful and majestic woman in this Tianxuan country, and then use her soft little hands to caress her beautiful cheeks, but until she grew up, she didn't have a chance, and now, she finally touched the cheek of her mother as she wished, but she was no longer her mother queen, and she finally killed her with her own hands.

Leaving the bedside, Zhuang Mengdie found that Zhuang Feiyu had left without knowing when, and he also hated Empress Zhuang, but no matter what, she was also his biological mother, perhaps, he still couldn't bear to see her die like this.

Zhuang Mengdie stood in front of the bed and listened carefully to the movement outside Empress Zhuang's bedroom, but there was still no sound outside, and there was no abnormality. Empress Zhuang's bedroom had already been guarded by the guards brought by her and Zhuang Feiyu, and without their orders, the idlers and others naturally couldn't get close.

Zhuang Mengdie was born weak, coupled with the winter water when she was young, her physical condition cannot be compared with ordinary people, even if Empress Zhuang is terminally ill, it still takes a lot of effort for Zhuang Mengdie to cover a person who is struggling to die, she coughed a few times, showed a faint smile, slowly bypassed the several light gauze bead curtains behind Empress Zhuang's dragon bed, and reached out to press it somewhere on a wall.

The wall suddenly moved away slowly, and there was a secret room in Empress Zhuang's bedroom. But this secret room didn't seem to be a secret to Zhuang Mengdie, she flicked her sleeves and walked in.

The dim candlelight gradually illuminated the path in front of Zhuang Mengdie as the door of the secret room opened, and she stepped into the door leisurely, bypassing the delicate light gauze screen, and saw the layout of the entire secret room.

It was a fairly elegant and neatly furnished bedroom, and in the middle of the bedroom was a bookcase, on which were placed pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a red gold incense burner, accompanied by a faint aromatic smell, and a thin smoke was slowly drifting.

Zhuang Mengdie's gaze passed through the rising thin smoke, and looked coldly at the soft collapse behind the bookcase.

On the soft collapse on that side, a man in a simple and thin robe was sitting on top of the soft collapse with his back to Zhuang Mengdie. Hearing the door of the secret room open, and then the sound of approaching footsteps, the man slowly turned around, not at all surprised by Zhuang Mengdie's arrival.

The man's face is one or two points similar to Zhuang Feiyu, the grace and elegance on his body are very similar to Zhuang Feiyu's, his temples are slightly frosty white, and his face seems to be sickly pale because he has not seen the sun for a long time, he is elegant, quiet, and pitiful.

When the man saw Zhuang Mengdie, his eyes only stayed on her for a moment, and then he turned behind her, as if waiting for someone, but when he found that there was no one behind Zhuang Mengdie, and the door of the secret room was slowly closed again, he retracted his gaze with some disappointment.

"Non-fish, after all...... Still is...... Didn't come. The man's voice was hoarse and deep, and his tone of voice was very jerky and difficult, but he did not speak fluently in such a short sentence, and he spat out every word very slowly, as if he had not spoken for a long time.

That man is Sima Xuan of the Sima family, who was once a famous victorious general in the Tianxuan Kingdom, and the world only knows that he disappeared when he was set on fire by the enemy, but they don't know that he has been in the Tianxuan Kingdom and was locked in the secret room of his dormitory by Empress Zhuang.

"General Sima is unharmed. Zhuang Mengdie didn't answer Sima Xuan's words, and Sima Xuan's sentence was not a question sentence in the first place, and he didn't need Zhuang Mengdie to answer him anything.

"Except, except for life, life is still there, and, how can you say that you are okay?" Sima Xuan asked in a deep voice, he raised his hand to beckon Zhuang Mengdie to do it on the seat next to the bookcase, with the movement of his raised hand, a "clang" cold metal impact sound sounded, Zhuang Mengdie looked for the sound, and saw that Sima Xuan's hands and feet were locked with iron chains.

Not only that, when Zhuang Mengdie's eyes fell on Sima Xuan's legs, he also found that under the elegant and light robe, his two calves were thin and thin, and they were bent in a strange posture. And on the side of the soft collapse, there are still two crutches, and it is obvious that Sima Xuan has already been bad at walking.

Although this was the first time Zhuang Mengdie had seen Sima Xuan, thinking of General Sima's prestige, and looking at the embarrassed appearance of the person in front of him at this time, Zhuang Mengdie still felt a little uncomfortable.

She hated Empress Zhuang for killing her father, so that she couldn't even see her biological father's face, maybe she was too young when her father fell into the Yulong River and died, and she couldn't remember, in her memory, she didn't even know what her parents looked like.