Sheng Nuan was in a good mood when she returned from the library, and the minion in her head was still smiling "hehehehe".
But when she returned to the dormitory, she couldn't laugh anymore because she saw that Emperor Stephen, her nominal husband, who had left the royal city for inspection, had returned.
Stephen smiled at her with a glass of red wine in his hand.
"Ivy, my dear little rose... I'm finally done."
He picked up another glass of red wine and walked towards her: "Did you miss me these days when I was gone?"
No!
Sheng Nuan forced a smile: "Of course, Your Majesty."
While she was talking, Stephen's hand touched her ear, pinned up the hair that was scattered on her temples for her, and then took her into his arms.
His body has fully recovered and he can really enjoy this delicate rose tonight.
Stephen tilted his head and leaned over. Sheng Nuan was about to find an excuse to push the person away when the attendant's voice suddenly came from behind: "Your Highness, you can't go in..."
The next moment, Yingxue walked directly into the palace.
Seeing the intimate and ambiguous gesture of Stephen holding the young queen across from him, Yingxue paused slightly, then lowered her head: "Father, king, mother."
Impatience flashed in Stephen's eyes, and he sneered: "Yingxue, have you even forgotten the rules? Get out of here."
Yingxue lowered her head and said respectfully: "It's my fault, father. I just know that you are back and I am so happy. I have something to say to you."
Sheng Nuan had already taken the opportunity to take two steps back and smiled to appease: "Your Majesty, please don't be angry. Your Highness Yingxue is just too happy to see you after not seeing you for a long time."
Stephen looked at Yingxue expressionlessly: "I said get out, now!"
"yes."
The atmosphere in the palace had been broken. Yingxue bowed and retreated. Stephen was disturbed. In addition, it was not dark yet, so there was really nothing he could do, so he did not continue.
He drank the red wine in one gulp and then smiled at Sheng Nuan and said, "Ivy, I will come over early in the evening. Get ready, my dear little rose."
Sheng Nuan resisted to show a disgusted and disgusted expression. When Stephen went out, her face suddenly turned cold and she began to plan how to deal with the night.
Refuse to sleep with the greasy uncle!
Yingxue was scolded by her father and walked out. After leaving the queen's palace, she walked along the corridor alone, her face gloomy.
He didn't know why he did that just now... He also knew that it would anger the man who already hated him, but he still did it.
Yingxue knew in her heart that she had always hated that so-called father who didn't know what kind of monster he was, but he had never had such a strong thought as at this moment: I hope that man disappears!
He should have disappeared long ago.
Without this nominal father, he would not have been so miserable before. Today... he no longer has to be so afraid, afraid that he will take away the only person who makes him feel at ease, the only person who can wake him up from the nightmare of the abyss.
.
Really... I really want him to disappear!
At this moment, Yingxue suddenly heard a voice.
"Your Highness, what can I do for you?"
Yingxue paused slightly, frowned and raised her head with alert eyes.
The voice sounded again, leading him to look at the side hall next to him.
"Your Highness, come in, I'm here."
The voice said quietly: "I can help you with whatever you want to do."
Yingxue looked at the side hall with an expressionless face, not moving at all.
"Your Highness, I would like to sincerely introduce myself to you. I am the God of Mirrors. I can make the most noble people get their wishes... I look forward to serving you."
After a moment of silence, Yingxue reached out and slowly pushed open the palace door...
In the evening, Sheng Nuan had put on sick makeup in her bedroom, and lay on the bed with her face pale and weak.
Not long after, Stephen walked in from outside, and the maid next to him quickly stepped forward to take off his cloak.
Seeing that his little queen was already lying on the bed, looking like she was waiting for his favor, Stephen raised the corners of his lips, walked to the wine cabinet next to him and poured two glasses of red wine, then picked up the wine glass and walked towards the huge and luxurious bed.
go.
"Ivy, my dear little rose, have a drink with me first..."
Sheng Nuan sighed secretly and was about to pretend to be sick and refuse, but at this moment, Stephen suddenly let out a low cry, and then there was a bang, and then the maids next to him screamed and cried.
"Oh my God, Your Majesty!"
"Someone come quickly..."
Sheng Nuanyi Gulu got up from the bed and was dumbfounded at first glance.
I saw that Emperor Stephen, who had been so heroic just now, was lying on his back on the ground, with the back of his head hitting the sharp corner of the steps on the side of the wine cabinet, and dark red blood was quickly forming on the ground under his head.
Stephen's eyes widened and his lips trembled as he murmured.
"No, it's impossible, it's impossible..."
How could he die? He couldn't have died. He had used secret techniques to survive for so many years and had killed his son and grandson... He couldn't have died in such a ridiculous way.
But the cold aura around him became stronger and stronger, and at the last moment, Stephen suddenly saw a mirror.
In the mirror, his nominal son and real great-grandson Yingxue was looking at him coldly.
Impossible, impossible!
As long as he survives for another three years, he can declare Snow as the heir to the throne, then take away the healthy and strong body of his nephew, and live as Snow for several more decades... He will be immortal...
But now, he is dying.
"No, no..."
Stephen didn't understand what happened, but could only feel the arrival of death.
In the palace, the servants let out shocking cries, and Sheng Nuan was dumbfounded.
She knew that kings in fairy tales did not live long, but she did not expect that Stephen would die so hastily.
He was walking well, but he fell and killed himself... It was indeed a fairy tale, so sloppy that there was almost no logic at all.
However, from now on, she is a queen with money, power and no husband.
The happiest woman in the world!
Soon, the king's funeral arrived.
The funeral was held very grandly under the arrangement of the minister. Sheng Nuan wore a black dress and gauze hat, and kept wiping the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief.
Yingxue, the heir, also had a face full of sadness, and his eyes were full of his unique sense of brokenness, looking pitiful and helpless.
When Stephen was buried, the queen Sheng Nuan and the heir Yingxue stood together, Yingxue supported her, both of them looked very sad.
After the final farewell ceremony, Sheng Nuan heard the customer service reminder: "Host, it's time for you, the vicious stepmother, to reveal your true colors."
Sheng Nuan turned her head and glanced at Yingxue, who was standing closely next to her, and sighed silently.
This may be her last tenderness towards this poor little prince...
She reached out and patted Yingxue: "Your Highness, my condolences."
Before he finished speaking, he was hugged by the poor prince who had lost his father.
Yingxue's voice was trembling: "Queen Mother... From now on, there will only be two of us."
Sheng Nuan didn't speak, thinking helplessly: No, poor "Snow White", you will only have yourself from now on, and you will see the true face of your stepmother.
Sheng Nuan was planning in her mind how to start her journey as a vicious stepmother, but she didn't see the coldness and joy in the eyes of "Snow White" who was holding her...
