Zhao Xing raised his head and looked at Zou Qingwan coldly: "If you think about my temper carefully, how could I come here to confront you without conclusive evidence?
Is it easy to wear a cuckold? Qingwan, you and I have shared joys and sorrows. You are Yan'er's biological mother and the queen of Zhao.
I don't want to go that far with you. Tell me honestly, who is that person?
If you tell me this, I am willing to forget it. You are still the queen. If you don’t tell me, I will definitely..."
He couldn't finish his words because dark red blood flowed down Zou Qingwan's skirt and instantly flowed on the ground.
Zou Qingwan knelt down holding her belly, her face as pale as a ghost: "I...my...child...your majesty, help...brother Xing, help...I hurt..."
She looked at him, her eyes blurred with tears, and she screamed hoarse.
At that time, they had just gotten married, and the young couple complemented each other so well that they had nicknames for each other in private.
He called her "Wanwan" and she called him "Brother Xing".
Later, on the way to Qi as a hostage, she lost their first child.
In the ice and snow, she was lying in the dilapidated inn, her tears had dried up, and she kept calling him: "Brother Xing, Brother Xing, I feel pain, help... our child..."
Zhao Xing burst into tears suddenly. He looked at Zou Qingwan kneeling in a pool of blood and thought of that windy and snowy inn. He thought of the misery, helplessness and swearing he had felt at that time.
He must be good to her, he is sorry for her, and one day in the future, he will let her live a life that is envied by everyone in the world.
But why, after they returned to Lanjing, became emperors and empresses, stood at the pinnacle of power, and had almost everything they wanted, they gradually drifted away and ended up where they are today?
He knelt down and looked at Zou Qingwan's increasingly pale face. He wanted to touch her belly with his hand and stop the gurgling blood.
"Qingwan, I don't want to..." He wanted to say, I don't want to pursue it anymore. If this child is gone, it will be gone. I don't want your life...
But he saw Zou Qingwan's eyes suddenly widen, and then there was a sound of wind behind his head and a sharp dull pain in his head.
He turned around with difficulty and saw Xifu standing behind him, holding a heavy golden Ruyi high in his hand. The golden Ruyi was bright red, which was his blood.
He moved his lips, wanting to say something, but he saw Xifu's face was ferocious, and he hit Ruyi on the head and face.
It hurt so much that countless warm blood rushed out. The cold and wet clothes finally felt a little warmer, but then he became even colder.
He fell to the ground, struggled, grabbed Queen Zou's hand, and whispered: "Wanwan, I feel so much pain..."
A pair of scissors stabbed his throat.
He never died with his eyes in peace.
The cold wind caused the candlelight to flicker, and the room was filled with blood.
Queen Zou finally came to her senses. She wanted to scream, but the fear was so extreme that she couldn't scream a word.
She could only lie on the ground, grab Zhao Xing's hand with difficulty, and cry like a wild animal: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Xifu calmly threw the blood-stained Ruyi scissors in front of her, pulled up her clothes and wiped her hands, saying: "My queen, don't be afraid, I have eliminated the threat for you, you no longer have to worry about being crippled or losing your life."
Already."
Queen Zou said angrily: "Why are you doing this?"
Xifu smiled faintly: "For the sake of your Majesty, I have a deep love for you as my master and servant. When I see you in crisis, I will definitely help you."