"Yan’er, I really know I was wrong." Hee Qingshan was still begging for rcy, his eyes hopeful.
Ling Shishi, however, burst into loud laughter, cursing, "You dog of a man."
"Useless thing!"
"You all should have died of illness."
Qiann Yan interrupted the quarrel, pouring out two pills from a small bottle. Before she could move, Ling Shishi straightforwardly opened her mouth.
Ling Shishi felt the pill dissolve in her mouth, suddenly thinking in her mind.
She followed Hee Qingshan, behaving obsequiously in front of him, wasn’t it just to pursue wealth and glory? But despite her sacrifice and hard efforts, she couldn’t warm this heartless creature.
If her target had been Yun Qianyan from the start, would the ending have been different?
"Your expression is strange." Qiann Yan was a bit puzzled, "Is it sothing you’ve realized before death? Say it while you’re still alive."
Ling Shishi: "..."
"If I had followed you, I would probably be enjoying prosperity now, right?"
Qiann Yan couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle, "If you went back to the start, would you follow ?"
Ling Shishi choked, most likely not, who would believe a woman could beco an emperor, to be so powerful? She wanted to say sothing more, but couldn’t gather her breath, her eyes widened, and she passed away.
"Died so quickly." Qiann Yan murmured softly, but it scared Hee Qingshan half to death.
He had struggled with Ling Shishi all night, exhausted, his voice for begging dwindling, let alone having the strength to kneel or escape.
Watching Qiann Yan squatting down with a pitch-black poison pill in hand, Hee Qingshan’s face was full of pleading, hoping she would show rcy.
"Yan’er, Yan’er... the two children are still young, they need a father."
"Yan’er, aren’t you afraid they’ll bla you for this?"
"I know you love them the most, you wouldn’t want them to be upset, right?"
Qiann Yan paused her actions, Hee Qingshan thought he had persuaded her and intended to continue his efforts, but Qiann Yan interrupted him: "Forgot to tell you sothing, in the future, the two children will have the last na Yun, naly Yun Wenqian, Yun Wenxuan, and have nothing to do with your Hee Family, not even a copper coin."
"Wenqian knew to take the Yun surna, and showed joy in front of the ministers, why do you think that is?"
Hee Qingshan only felt the blood in his body freeze, his children’s na change was yet another humiliation for him: "Yun Qianyan, how dare you?"
"No more nonsense, quickly take the dicine."
"You should have died of illness."
Hee Qingshan kept his mouth shut, refusing to swallow. Qiann Yan stepped on his hand, causing pain that made him open his mouth with an "ah," only to then feel a pill enter. He tried desperately to spit it out, but the pill dissolved instantly upon entering, making it impossible to expel.
Qiann Yan stood up, observing Hee Qingshan’s reaction with her chin cupped. Watching him struggle crazily, he died within monts; her pills were indeed a bit too swift.
She had no interest in staying here with the dead, putting away the dicine bottle, preparing to leave the Cold Palace. Having been busy half the night, she needed to rise before dawn for the court, better to get so rest so she wouldn’t be too tired.
As she stepped out of the Cold Palace with light steps, she unexpectedly saw Xun Zihuai waiting under the tree, not knowing how long he had been there. It was winter at this ti, with no snow yet, but extrely cold. She shone the lantern towards Xun Zihuai, noticing his lips turning pale from the cold.
"Why are you waiting here in this cold, not going inside?" Qiann Yan asked.
The State Preceptor is very wise, yet sotis so foolish.
In such cold weather, with his frail body, wouldn’t he be frozen sick?
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