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She woke up on a rainy night, crying out in despair.
At that time, Gu Lanjin was already pregnant, her belly round and heavy, close to giving birth.
The Empress Dowager did not punish her; instead, she placed her in the Cold Palace.
Upon learning this, she flew into a rage, drew her knife, and rushed to the Cold Palace, where she ended Gu Lanjin's life with a single stroke.
Thus, apart from the escaped Gu Jin'an, the entire the Gu Family was slaughtered, leaving no one alive.
When the Empress Dowager found out, she was furious and scolded her for being arrogant due to favoritism and plotting against the heir. She was imprisoned in Zongrenfu to await legal punishment. He received the news and rushed over from the court to carry her out of Zongrenfu.
At that moment, his brow was tightly furrowed, his lips pressed together as he held her tightly, repeatedly saying, "We will have children again... we will have children again!"
Indeed, they finally had one, but it was left as bait and killed by his own hands! Looking back now, everything from that year seemed like a preordained play.
The the Gu Family had fallen; Gu Lanjin could not be spared, nor could the child in her womb, even though that child bore his blood.
After her miscarriage, she was weak but still walked into the Cold Palace with a knife in hand, and not a single person stopped her. Wasn't it he who used her hand to eliminate Gu Lanjin and the disaster growing within her?
He was so ruthless, even towards his own wife and child.
After all, he had so many wives and so many people eager to bear children for him.
He spent five years setting this trap, first eliminating the Gu Family, then striking down the Guan.
In today’s battle, she was merely a pawn, just like Gu Jin'an, the fish that slipped through the net back then. What he aimed for was the Three Feudal Kings of the Southwest. After this battle, three of the five vassal kings in the realm had fallen, and the reduction of their power was inevitable; no one could stop his advance any longer.
Was it true that when one’s heart hurt to the point of numbness, they no longer felt pain? Yet why did she still feel agony, so intense that she wished to crash her head against something hard like the queen did, longing for an end?
She lifted her head, finding this life utterly ridiculous; everything she had clung to and fought for turned out to be wrong.
She crouched down and picked up the knife. It was too heavy; she swayed unsteadily and failed several times.
The guards watched her warily, as if fearing that this woman, barely clinging to life, might suddenly lash out and harm their emperor.
With a gentle movement, more blood surged from her body. The tip of the knife scraped against the ground, producing a piercing sound. The guards anxiously closed in, separating her from the emperor.
All around were bright red torches, as if they were about to ignite the very sky. The cold blade was lined up against her; any slight movement from her would result in her being torn apart.
Meng Suxin felt uneasy, her brows tightly knitted together. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked at her with a hint of reluctance.
Her fingers were slender and pale like exquisite jade as she gently tugged at the emperor's sleeve. Her fingertips trembled slightly as they brushed against his long wrist.
The emperor turned his head and comfortingly patted her hand before enclosing it in his palm. He stepped slightly forward, shielding her behind him. That small gesture nearly shattered Shubai's resolve in an instant.
She could only see large shadows flashing before her eyes, feeling dizzy to the point of almost collapsing.
She bit down hard on her tongue, nearly tearing it apart, and slowly stepped forward, leaving a trail of blood as she fixed her gaze on Yan Lin. In a hoarse voice, she asked, "I only want to ask you one thing: all the events of these years, every single day and night we spent together—were they all just lies?"
Yan Lin furrowed his brow slightly, yet his expression remained calm.
He stood there, illuminated by the brilliant lights behind him, radiating a dazzling glow like a deity. He appeared so noble and proud that everyone else seemed insignificant, like mere dust in his presence.
After a long silence, he finally nodded slightly and uttered a single word in a faint tone: "Yes."
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