He Feifei stared blankly at Nangong Yu. This man who once retired from the world for her, lived in isolation for her, and violated all his so-called moral principles for her, now turned around and abandoned her forever when she needed him most. He didn't
No longer concerned about her life and death, she suddenly sneered. Everything she had done for so many years had lost its meaning in an instant, and all her power, status, glory and wealth had disappeared. So why was she pleading for this person she once pretended she loved so much?
The man she was with and the man who once truly loved her?
Nangong Yu walked up to Luo Xiao and called out in a low voice: "Your Majesty!"
Luo Xiao's dark eyes looked at He Feifei with anger again. He had never expected the depth of this woman. He had always regarded her as the purest woman in the palace and even among the women he had ever seen.
And he actually found out five years after the child died that he had been grieving for other people's children. The silver hair on his head was the price of being sad for others. From then on, the silver hair on his head would become his shame.
, always reminding him of all the shameful past.
"Put her in the dungeon first and release Yu Hao. There is no point in him staying in the dungeon anymore. There are still many things waiting for him to deal with!" Luo Xiao ordered.
"Yes, my subordinates will do it now!"
Hearing the conversation between the two, He Feifei shouted angrily: "Nangong Yu! You actually conspired with them to plot against me!"
After saying that, he picked up the scissors on the ground and stabbed Nangong Yu. Before he could get close, Luo Xiao waved him away with a palm, and He Feifei fell to the ground slumped.
He Feifei entered the dungeon for the third time, but as a prisoner. In the morning, he was still dreaming about becoming a princess, but in the afternoon, he was already a prisoner. She obviously had not adapted to this gap. She sat on a pile of withered grass, her eyes dull.
Looking at the roof of the cell, from now on, she will be far away from her glory and wealth. She doesn't know what kind of future is waiting for her. The fear of the unknown and the memory of everything lost. After struggling for a long time,
She finally burst into tears. On this day, she lost everything, including the person who was once willing to love her with his life.
Nangong Yu looked at He Feifei from a distance, with helplessness on his face. This woman had nothing to do with him from now on. It was not that he was not reluctant to give up. He also hesitated and wanted to believe her again, but he also agreed.
Hao will follow Luo Xiao from now on. Before He Feifei killed him, he could have abandoned all of this, but now, he no longer has the courage to abandon everything for him again. Yu Hao patted his shoulder, turned and left for a moment
After that, Nangong Yu also left.
An Zhisu was awakened by He Feifei's howling. She had a headache that was about to split. She reached out and touched the back of her head. There was something sticky. She remembered that she had hit a fence and fell backwards. The ground was originally a layer of withered grass.
, and now there are mud and rocks under the withered grass. She hit the rocks and her blood has solidified. An Zhisu no longer cares about the injury on the back of her head. She will continue to dig her tunnel while the water on the ground has not dried up.
But she found that the heat from her body had evaporated most of the remaining water on her clothes, and the water on the ground had almost seeped into the soil.
The cries were getting louder and louder, and An Zhisu was a little irritated. She didn't know which woman had provoked Luo Xiao again. She didn't know whether she was jealous or framed. In her impression, the truly ruthless people in Luo Xiao's house had never been punished.
Give him all his love.
An Zhisu gradually felt that this voice was very familiar. After careful identification, it turned out to be He Feifei. Evil must be punished. She sighed, but what does it mean to her? Could it be that An Zhisu had done all the bad things and wanted to be punished on her?
?
He Feifei's crying didn't stop, and An Zhisu became upset. She couldn't eat or sleep well, and she had to listen to a woman crying endlessly like a ghost in the dungeon. She finally yelled in a hoarse voice:
"Stop howling!"
He Feifei heard the sound and stopped crying suddenly. She forgot that there was another woman in the dungeon. Although An Zhisu was in prison, she was still the princess. She had been dead in the eyes of the world for many years, but Luo Xiao still remained
This has never happened before. He Feifei knows that Luo Xiao is not willing to have anyone replace the princess in his heart. He has never known it himself. Maybe he is unwilling to admit it, but he cares about this woman, so
He wanted to torture An Zhisu, but he didn't want her to die. It was she who made him unable to become the princess even when there was only one woman in the palace. He Feifei felt a sense of unwillingness in his heart, which turned into hatred.
She wiped away her tears and said in a voice that had become raw: "An Zhisu, you are no longer the princess. What right do you have to order me? This is a dungeon. I can do whatever I want!"
"I didn't order you, I just wanted to tell you that it's annoying for you to cry like this, and crying can't solve the problem. But I really wonder why Luo Xiao is willing to put Mrs. He in the dungeon." An Zhisu coughed lightly,
Her throat was so dry that it was almost smoking.
"You don't need to worry about my wife's affairs. You should take care of yourself!" He Feifei said coldly, "At least I still have a chance to go out, but you can only wait here to die slowly!"
An Zhisu stopped paying attention to her. She wanted to conserve her strength. She still had things to do. Since there was no water, she had to seize the time to dig out the dry and hard soil. While digging, An Zhisu felt a tingling sensation in her hands.
It hurt. The stones blocking the tunnel were all cobblestones, round and smooth, so she had to dig at the soil bit by bit with her hands. The stinging pain surprised her, and she quickly dug away the surrounding soil, and found a stone with a slightly sharp edge.
exposed.
An Zhisu dug out the stone, rubbed it on her clothes a few times, and touched it happily. Her fingers had long been out of shape and her nails had almost fallen off. She finally had a tool that could replace her fingers for digging tunnels.
Seeing that An Zhisu was no longer moving, He Feifei lay down on the withered grass and prepared to go to sleep first. However, she was accustomed to fine clothes and fine food, and how could she bear such suffering. The uneven ground made her skin and tender flesh dry.
The withered grass made a slight crackling sound under the body. The fine grass penetrated into the skin through the gaps in the clothes, and there was a stinging pain wherever it hit. Mosquitoes kept flying around the ears, and the body was bitten red by lice.
The big lump was painful and itchy. After tossing and turning for a long time, He Feifei sat up. She suddenly didn't know how An Zhisu survived in the dungeon for such a long time. She admired her a little, but in an instant, this admiration was annihilated by hatred.