Unfortunately, she no longer cared about her image in his mind.
Whether it is vicious or jealous, it doesn't matter.
Her long-term silence made him feel palpitations in his heart, filled with fear that was almost about to be disloyal.
Her voice was like the cold night, sounding emotionless, dry, like iron pieces, smashing into the pit one by one.
"Your Majesty, do you want to listen to my sincerity or falsehood?"
He was suffocated and did not dare to answer immediately.
Instead, she smiled: "Suppose, I should be kind and tolerant, strongly support your opinion, so that Beauty Gao can live well until her son ascends the throne, until she becomes Empress Dowager Gao, and until she lives until she lives to the end of her life.
Happiness and happiness to the top of the world, and become the number one woman in the world with great power..."
Tuoba Hong's forehead was covered with cold sweat, thinking, what about you?
"As for the sincerity, I wish she could die. Because she would not die, I would definitely die in the future. I am now loved by you, but I have no children to rely on. Which woman in the palace doesn't hate me to the core? Now you push me more and more
High, the more hatred and enemies you accumulate, the more people you want me to die... Which woman, your woman, doesn't want me to die?"
"!!!"
"And Gao Meiren is the person who most wants me to die! If she has the chance, she will never let me go. Now, she must think that I snatched her love, and in the future, she will definitely settle the score with me!"
"!!!"
Her laughter was very soft: "Your Majesty, why do you have to test me again? Didn't I say it clearly when I left the palace? Is it clear? Have you forgotten what kind of person I was?"
Tuoba Hong was shocked. Under the slight palace lantern, she saw her palms raised intentionally or unintentionally, and the cracks in her palms - the roar before she left the palace, crying, "You kill Meiren Gao, I hope Meiren Gao will die... You
If we don't kill her, we will be completely ruthless..."
If you don’t kill a beauty, you and I will never be grateful and righteous!
Gratefulness and righteousness are gone!
I once swear to the swearing in the carriage.
How can a woman destroy her broken palm under the circumstances of despair and hatred?