"Empress Yun was jealous, poisoned Consort Shu, Chen Fei, Beauty Zhang, and Lee Cairen, hard Noble Consort’s pregnancy. In consideration of past affections, she is deposed and sent to the Cold Palace." Emperor Hee Qingshan’s voice was indifferent.
"Hee Qingshan, do you also believe I’m such a person?"
No response.
With schadenfreude, palace attendants threw the Ex-Queen Yun into the icy Cold Palace, then walked away.
That night, the ex-queen died of illness.
...
"At fourteen, I gave up everything to conquer a kingdom for him, dressed in battle gear ever since. I rember the year my youngest daughter was born, I led the soldiers into battle to repel invaders for three days and nights without rest. My body was utterly depleted, leaving behind serious ailnts. My father also later lost his life protecting him. For him, I lost everything."
The space was oppressively dark, without sunlight, sowhat cold.
In the middle was a well emitting white light, and a woman with disheveled hair was leaning against the well, sobbing quietly—this was the soul of Ex-Queen Yun.
Her experiences evoke sympathy, yet the young girl sitting on the boulder looked indifferent. The girl leaned against a rust-covered giant sword, wearing a dark robe, black hair, and a silver mask covering only the right side of her face.
Suddenly, it beca silent, not even the sound of the wind blowing. Ex-Queen Yun felt uneasy, her fingers tightened, not daring to speak further.
"Continue, I’m listening." Qiann Yan spoke, her voice cool and detached.
Ex-Queen Yun was increasingly uncertain, could wishes truly be fulfilled here?
"At first, I thought Ling Shishi had bewitched him, but that night when Ling Shishi ca to the Cold Palace, I understood the truth."
"Hahaha... he was aware of everything! He just needed an excuse to eliminate as a major threat."
Ex-Queen Yun madly flung her hair aside, her face was ghastly pale: "I never imagined the outco of my life’s battles..."
"Never thought about becoming an emperor?" Qiann Yan languidly leaned against the giant sword, "Dying like this, content? If it were , I’d drag a couple down with . You conquered this kingdom, he beca emperor, and dared to revel in beauties, I’d chop him to pieces."
The giant sword humd in response, startling Ex-Queen Yun.
"I... I thought... besides, a woman being emperor..."
"Oh, prejudice."
"I know... I was wrong." Ex-Queen Yun looked defeated, "I heard that wishes can be fulfilled here, as long as my children can live safely, I am willing to pay any price."
System 666: [Cough, cough... to interject, Empress Yun needs to give up half of her soul.]
"My wish is for my children to live safely and peacefully." Ex-Queen Yun watched the bouncing light orb at Qiann Yan’s feet.
System 666: [That depends on the host. I only facilitate the tasks; you cannot persuade her. If she refuses, there’s nothing I can do either.]
Bound by force, the system’s life is tough.
Despite the host’s tiny stature, she’s inherently blessed with divine power, having witnessed her tear apart nurous systems himself. Those scrapped systems are still kept in the warehouse.
Cheer up, be strong, he might survive!
"No revenge?" Qiann Yan’s attractive eyes were filled with confusion, "Where do you want to chop him first? I can help you."
Ex-Queen Yun shook her head frantically: "No, don’t be too greedy."
Too many wishes might reduce the success rate.
"I grant your wish." Qiann Yan pulled up the giant sword with a shake of space, her slender body dragging the giant sword incongruously.
Ex-Queen Yun watched Qiann Yan’s eager eyes jump down the well, feeling sowhat worried.
[Host, wait for !]
Sigh, feeling a bit of bad premonition, hoping the first task is smooth, genuinely afraid the host might rip him apart if displeased.
...
The rain stopped.
The three-day and night battle finally ended, and King Ning Shan’s wife, General Yun, won a great victory.
"General, how should we deal with the slaves being held in the camp?" a young general asked, "Most of them are young, attractive n and won."
Their reason for being held here was self-evident.
The pleas for rcy were so noisy that Qiann Yan frowned tightly, her body uncomfortable, especially with a burning pain from her lower abdon.
The system had already infused all mories into her; this was the ti her predecessor gave birth to her youngest daughter, following the victorious battle fought over three days and nights.
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