The passage in the tomb was still dark and cold, and the dancing fire illuminated the Queen Mother's face, and the looming shadows made it unreal.
Huang Beiyue slowly stood up, her feet softened, and she held onto the cold wall of the tomb.
"Yue'er, in that situation, the Queen Mother has no choice." King Xiaoyao slowly spoke, his voice echoing far in the middle of the long tomb passage.
Huang Beiyue raised her eyes, her dark and clear eyes had always been filled with determination, but now, they were also stained with a hint of hazy tears.
The truth is often much easier to accept when deceived. If she had to choose again, she probably wouldn't want such a cruel truth.
"Before she died, she told me not to enter the emperor's house again." Huang Beiyue slowly turned back and looked at the tearful Queen Mother, "She already knew that the person who poisoned her was you, the Queen Mother.
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The Queen Mother covered her face with her hands and cried softly.
Huang Beiyue raised her head, with a little redness around her eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and said coldly: "I remember King Jing'an of Nanyi Kingdom and Wei Wuchen of Dongli Kingdom."
"Yue'er?" King Xiaoyao looked at her with worry on his face, "What do you want to do?"
"Pay debts with money, murder with life!"
Huang Beiyue finished speaking coldly, strode down the stairs, and pushed open the door of the main tomb.
"Miss!" Dong Ling followed up with Xiaohu and Zhizhi in her arms.
"Don't come in." Huang Beiyue whispered, walked into the cold main tomb chamber, and closed the tomb door.
This tomb was not built for a long time, and it did not have the weird atmosphere accumulated over time. In modern times, she once again accidentally entered an ancient tomb from the Warring States Period, and she still has that feeling in her heart.
A cold feeling on the hair.
Maybe he and Princess Huiwen are mother and daughter, so when I walked into this tomb, except for the cold air around me, I didn't feel any chill in my heart.
The surrounding walls are painted with colorful murals, describing the glorious deeds of Princess Huiwen's life, but the cold walls, no matter how bright the colors are, can only make people feel sad.
The coffin was placed in the center of the tomb. According to the custom of Nanyi Kingdom, the coffin was covered with gorgeous brocade and silk in bright colors, as if the deceased was still wearing rich clothes.
Huang Beiyue walked over slowly. On the ground in front of the coffin, there was a bouquet of dried lotus flowers. The color had not faded yet, and she could vaguely imagine the beauty and refinement of the flowers when they bloomed.
The tomb was completely sealed after the eldest princess's coffin was buried. There were mausoleum guards outside, and no one would be allowed to enter.
Who put this bouquet of flowers here?
Huang Beiyue knelt down in front of the coffin, looked up at the coffin covered with gorgeous silk and satin, and spoke in a low voice.
"Princess Huiwen, to this day, I have helped your daughter seek justice, and I have made those who killed her suffer retribution one by one. Can you rest in peace under the Nine Springs?"
Her voice was very low, echoing quietly in the closed tomb.
"For so many years, you have died with hatred. Today I will give you the truth. I will make those who are sorry for you pay the price!"
Huang Beiyue took out the dagger from the ring, cut off a strand of long hair, tied it with a ribbon, and placed it gently on the coffin.
"Think of this strand of hair as your daughter and stay with you."
