They walked towards her slowly, just like a scene in a ghost movie, swarming around Murong Qianqian. She wanted to escape, but she couldn't move, so she was scared and struggled desperately.

I suddenly opened my eyes, but there was still a pink gauze tent above my head. The thin gauze was fluttering gently, which was in sharp contrast to the gray nightmare before.

"Are you having a nightmare?" The low voice was full of distress.

Murong Qianqian turned her head and saw Xuanyuan Yao sitting next to her with a frown on her face, his pale blue pupils reflecting her pale face.

"Yeah~" She nodded.

Xuanyuan Yao stretched out his knuckled hand and gently wiped away the sweat on her forehead due to fear, "Qianqian, I'm sorry, but I still want to let you know."

In fact, she didn't want to hear his apology at all.

Murong Qianqian looked at Xuanyuan Yao, as if she wanted to find something in those eyes, but she asked herself, what exactly was she looking for?

Half sitting up, she rested her head on Xuanyuan Yao's chest, "Yao Yao, I am your wife. Whether it is happy, sad, beautiful or ugly, I hope to share it with you."

Xu did not expect that she would say these words. Xuanyuan Yao paused his hand and said, "Fool, I hope that my Qianqian will be carefree and happy."

Murong Qianqian shook her head and tried her best to raise a smile on her lips, "No, my happiness is you. Only when Yaoyao is truly happy can I be happy."

Xuanyuan Yao's hand gently held her face, and his warm lips covered her smooth forehead, "Okay, I will share all my feelings and all my secrets with you in the future."

"Yao Yao~" Murong Qianqian pursed her lips, but some words were still stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them out.

Xuanyuan Yao tapped her nose with his finger, "What's wrong?"

"No, I just want to say, I love you." She looked away and put her head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart.

Hearing this, the corners of Xuanyuan Yao's lips raised unconsciously, with a warm smile, "Qianqian, I love you too."

The hot kiss fell, caressing every part of the body.

Lying under Xuanyuan Yao's body, letting his irritating palms roam around, there was a tender gaze in front of him, but at this moment, another voice sounded inexplicably in his mind.

Sharp as a knife, echoing over and over again.

"You didn't do it, but it's more terrible than if you did."

"Queen, are you not curious? Do you believe that the Emperor loves you deeply?"

"Haha, queen, are you too stupid, or are you too naive?"

…

No, no!

Don't doubt, don't waver, don't be at a loss.

Murong Qianqian told herself in her heart that Concubine Meng was jealous, so after she was thrown into the cold palace, she deliberately said this to herself in an attempt to separate her and Yaoyao.

Curling up in Xuanyuan Yao's arms, her strong chest was still soaked with a thin layer of sweat, and the air was filled with a faint breath of love.

Perhaps because he was tired, Xuanyuan Yao closed his eyes lightly, his thick and long eyelashes forming dense silhouettes under his eyelids, and hot and humid breath blew out from the wings of his nose, with a hint of ambergris.

Looking at the man in front of her, Murong Qianqian gently raised her hand and slowly traced his outline, trying hard to carve this mold into her heart.

However, she didn't know that this face had already been burned into her heart, so why did she need to do this strenuous act?

Raising her head, she placed her soft lips on his forehead, eyes, bridge of nose, and lips, kissing him cautiously, yet lusting after him wantonly.

At this moment, maybe Xuanyuan Yao was not asleep at all, or maybe he was woken up by her, and his sleeping body suddenly turned over and pressed her under him.

There is a smile in his eyes, and his deep pupils have a faint blue light, which is the color of the sea, the warmth of the sea, and the depth of the sea.

"Remember, you said, 'hold your hand and grow old together'. I sometimes think that holding Qianqian's hand, even though my hair is gray now, is not a bad thing."

"But, wouldn't Yaoyao feel regretful to grow old in such a hurry? Although we are no longer young, our years are still splendid."

"I won't regret it. As long as you are by my side, youth or age don't matter. I only care about the moment you are here. If you grow old, at least we will walk through life together."

This sentence made Murong Qianqian smile sincerely. If he was really so old and gray-haired, even if he had no youth, he would never lose it again.

Whether selfish, cold-blooded or ruthless, she did take away Concubine Meng and Concubine Zhen's world, but she just wanted one and only love.

Holding Xuanyuan Yao's neck with her hand, Murong Qianqian raised her head, pondered for a while and said: "Yao Yao, let Concubine Zhen die. It is better to die happily than to live like that."

Maybe it was a bit embarrassing to say these words in such a scene, or maybe he didn't expect these words to be spoken by Murong Qianqian. In short, Xuanyuan Yao's eyes flashed with shock.

However, in a fleeting moment, he hugged Murong Qianqian and said, "Fool, in fact, sometimes I really wish you could be bad, instead of being so simple and kind."

Murong Qianqian wondered if she was really innocent and kind. She just felt that she didn't want to blame herself or apologize, so she wanted to free Meng Fei.

But she understands this kind of thinking, Xuanyuan Yao understands it, will others understand it, will Concubine Zhen understand it?

On the day when Concubine Zhen was given the poisoned wine, there was a heavy rain in the sky, and crackling lightning pierced the sky, like the claws of the god of death, ferocious and terrifying.

It was pouring rain, and the big raindrops hit the green tiles, the puddles, and the leaves. The sound of splashing filled my ears.

However, the screams and the cruel laughter coming from the courtyard still could not be concealed.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you actually gave me death. Do you really hate me so much and have no affection for me at all?"

"Haha, Murong Qianqian, you are really ruthless. Even at this moment, you are not willing to let me go. Do you think you will feel at ease if I go to hell?"

"Bah, Murong Qianqian, even if I die, I will not let you go. If I become a ghost, I will haunt you every night to make you realize that life is worse than death!"

Amidst the angry scoldings, there was a vague noise from the palace people. It must be that the eunuch was subduing Concubine Zhen and trying to force her to drink poisonous wine.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty~" Concubine Zhen's voice contained a cry that broke before she died. She was forced to swallow a mouthful of poisonous wine and hugged each other twistedly due to the severe pain in her body.

Blood flowed from her mouth. She opened her mouth and bit the hand of one of the eunuchs. The eunuch screamed in pain, cursed and let go of her, then kicked her.
Chapter completed!