Weiyang Palace, the palace of the Queen of Yuelu Huacheng, is the most gorgeous and grand palace in the entire palace. Under the silver-clad exterior, the interior is full of eye-catching red decorations, red gauze, red curtains, and red curtains.
, even the water in the bath is red.
In the vast sea of red, a woman with raven hair was leaning on the edge of the red bathtub, glaring at the red petals floating in the red bathtub, her eyes cold and without any warmth.
Suddenly, a cold flash flashed in her eyes, and she heard a bang, and the red liquid in the entire bathtub was splashed all over the bathroom in an instant, flowing down the red wall, like human blood, sliding down bit by bit.
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This time, the woman's eyes calmed down. She seemed to feel much better after seeing such a scene. She slowly stood up. Under the light of the red candle, her skin exuded a faint red light, but it was full of
Dangerous fascination.
The two maids gingerly changed the queen's clothes with red gauze. The younger one was so frightened by the noise and the strange atmosphere that she shed tears.
Tears happened to fall on Wu Xiaoying's open arms. Her eyes were bloodthirsty. Before the maid could say mercy, her palm had already struck the young maid into pieces.
In the bathtub with water in the lower half of the pool.
After a moment, the little palace maid, who was only fourteen years old, floated up from the pool in a mess of blood and flesh. She had no breath. Her flesh and blood were mixed with the red liquid, and it was impossible to tell that it was her blood. Such a scene made people feel,
The red liquid in the pool seemed to be the blood of countless people.
"What are you looking at?" Wu Xiaoying's cold voice sounded, looking at the other palace maid who was swallowing her saliva and looking at the corpse in the pool in horror.
The palace maid was so frightened that she couldn't say a word. She immediately tied the ribbon on the queen's chest, lowered her head, backed away, and ran away after leaving the door. The queen, you are really terrible.
Wu Xiaoying smiled coldly and walked out of the bathroom. Her personal maid, Wu Mengting, stood coldly at the door of the inner room. When she saw her coming out, she respectfully stretched out her hand to support Wu Xiaoying.
"Empress, you seem to be in a bad mood." Only Wu Mengting, who had followed Wu Xiaoying from her natal family and had been with her for more than ten years, could ask such a question.
Mu Xianning's figure flashed before Wu Xiaoying's eyes again, and her pupils lit up strangely red.
"That little bitch's child got so crazy today that he came to the gathering hall." Wu Xiaoying's tone was cold, but her eyes were full of resentment.
"Princess Qingyue?" Wu Mengting asked in disbelief.
"Who else besides her?" Wu Xiaoying came to the table angrily and sat down.
Wu Mengting poured her a cup of tea while listening.
The red ceramic wine glass was held in Wu Xiaoying's hand, but she crushed it into pieces in an instant. The ceramic flakes pricked her palms one after another, but the strange thing was that there was not a drop of blood on her hands.
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"Why should the Queen be angry? She is weak and the imperial doctor has examined her and said she will not survive this year." Wu Mengting was relatively calm. Seeing the Queen's anger, she was a little shocked.
After the death of Concubine Yue, the Empress only had control of the palace. No one had ever dared to disobey her. She had not been so angry for at least seven or eight years. What on earth did that angry princess do today?
