Male God, a Little Su

"Why you? Where's Jing'er? Where did he go?!" Why didn't you come to pick her up?

Concubine Mu was still in panic, she pinched the palm of her hand tightly, and reached out to grab Wen Yanqing.

But he was indifferently separated by the entourage who followed behind him.

"Wen Yanqing, I'm asking you something!" She was pushed to the ground, furious.

Wen Yanqing stretched out her hand to Su Yan gently, and smiled lowly, "Concubine Mu Gui is so smart, but it's a pity that she knew it too late."

Now that the dust has settled, he still felt that the blow was not enough, so he added slowly, "Now that the noble concubine has passed, maybe he can collect the sixth prince's body. Well, if he still has the whole body..."

"Wen, Yan, Qing!!" Concubine Mu said every word, bleeding from both hands, "Did you kill Jing'er?"

"yes."

Wen Yanqing didn't care to let her know, "If you want to blame, just blame yourself for doing too many crimes."

"ah!!"

The shrill scream pierced through the sky, and Concubine Mu's eyes were bloodshot, "You killed my son! This Palace will tear your corpse into thousands of pieces! This Palace will kill you!"

She rushed towards Wen Yanqing like a madman.

Su Yan shook her wrist and kicked her away.

Concubine Mu's body slammed heavily onto the chair, and then fell down heavily. Su Yan strode over, picked up Concubine Mu Gui, raised her hand and stuffed a pill into her mouth.

"It's hard for me to bear it until now, do you know why I'm looking for you? Huh?"

Su Yan's eyes were full of hostility, and she patted her face lightly, "I once said that those who hurt my little son will be cut into pieces and cut into pieces. Tell me, what should I do from you?" Is it better to start together?"

She pulled out a dagger from her waist, and slashed off Concubine Mu's face.

Instantly dripping with blood, Concubine Mu cursed and struggled desperately under her hands, Su Yan was so annoyed that she threw her out and stepped on her.

Concubine Mu was like a fish that had been knocked unconscious, lying on the ground trembling weakly.

The position on the face was exactly where Wen Yanqing was injured.

"My little son is so good-looking, I can't get enough of him every day, so you ruined him?"

one knife.

"If it weren't for you, he would have been happy all the time, and he would be safe and happy in this life."

Another knife.

"Do you think you can redeem your sins by dying? No, even if you die a hundred times, it will not be enough to repay the suffering he has suffered!"

Knife after knife.

Until her back was pressed against a broad chest, her eyes were covered by a big palm, pulling her away.

A warm and soft thing fell from his forehead, and Wen Yanqing's voice was soft, "It's over, don't let her get your hands dirty."

Su Yan took a deep breath.

Concubine Mu Gui lay on the ground, her face was completely unreadable.

Wen Yanqing didn't blink, watching such a bloody and cruel scene. The palm left Su Yan's eyes, but kept supporting her head, not allowing her to look back.

"I'll take you away—"

This time, they never separated again.

Su Yan raised her eyes, Wen Yanqing seemed to feel something, and slowly lowered her eyes.

The moment his four eyes met each other, his expression changed from cold winter to spring.

When the hostility dissipated, his eyes were as bright as stars.

It seems that the years have never changed.

...

Emperor Chengde passed away, Concubine Mu Gui was buried with him, and the six princes were rebels and traitors. After death, a roll of straw mat was thrown to a mass grave as the ending.

In the imperial mausoleum, it was damp and cold inside.

The woman sat on the ground disheveled, her face was ugly like a skeleton.