The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 316 It’s hard to save the gods

Han Qingyan knocked down the torture frame with one kick and was still angry. She then raised her foot and trampled on these instruments of torture.

Her eyes were wide with anger, her hair was disheveled, and her ferocious look made it hard to believe that she was the usual calm and wise Imperial Master.

It was not until Han Qingyan kicked the torture rack that fell on the ground into pieces that she seemed to have vented her inner anger and calmed down.

But her breathing was still unusually rapid, and her peaks were undulating violently, showing that she was still not completely calm.

"Do you really want to die that much..." Han Qingyan gasped and murmured in a low voice.

She really wanted Mo Jiu to die at first, because at that time she saw the scene in the room through the window lattice. The tyrant who had never shown a smile to her smiled so brightly and charmingly at Ye Rumeng.

The expression in Li is so gentle...

His lips opened and closed. She couldn't tell what he said, but she could tell something from his expression.

At that moment, her anger spewed out like a volcano. She could not restrain or control it. She only had one thought, which was to fulfill the tyrant's wish and send him on his way.

But after Mo Jiu screamed for a while, Han Qingyan's anger weakened and she immediately regretted it.

As she listened to the tyrant's pitiful screams, it felt as if her heart had also been placed on the torture rack, suffering the same torture and feeling similar pain as him.

But it was too late to regret, because Pei Feng was standing beside her, witnessing all this. If she stopped suddenly, it would make Pei Feng suspicious and take action himself, and then Mo Jiu would have no chance of surviving.

Therefore, Han Qingyan could not stop, but she could find an opportunity. As long as Mo Jiu begged for mercy, she would have countless reasons to let him go, and it would not arouse Pei Feng's suspicion.

But this tyrant didn't. Even though he was in so much pain that he screamed in agony, and in the end he couldn't even make a sound, he still didn't make any move to beg for mercy.

She even used the excuse that his throat was mute and he could not speak. She only needed him to move his little finger slightly, and she would consider him begging for mercy. The thumb that kept twitching due to the severe pain actually stopped trembling the next moment.

Later, Han Qingyan's heart welled up with anger again, but she didn't know whether it was towards Mo Jiu, Pei Feng, or herself...

When she stopped, it didn't mean that Mo Jiu passed out and could no longer hold on. It just meant that his body couldn't support it, but his will never surrendered to her.

"Your Majesty, you win..." Han Qingyan said hoarsely.

No, maybe she lost. From the moment she saw Mo Jiu, she was destined to fail at this moment.

She couldn't kill Mo Jiu and couldn't let him go at all. When she thought that he might die, her heart gave birth to the answer before her mind.

Her heart will hurt, that is the answer.

Han Qingyan raised her head and looked at Mo Jiu, who was covered in blood, and the pupils in her eyes shrank suddenly.

Of course she wasn't trembling because she saw him like this, otherwise she would have been unable to do anything and made Pei Feng suspicious.

Instead, she saw that the thread connecting herself and Mo Jiu had become extremely illusory at some point, as if it would be broken by a gust of wind at the next moment.

This is the reason why Han Qingyan never stopped. As long as the thread between her and Mo Jiu is still there, she doesn't have to worry about his death.

But at this moment, the thread was so fragile that it was almost transparent, without any signs or steps. In a certain moment, it changed from solid to illusory.

No, no...

Han Qingyan was about to take Mo Jiu off the torture rack in a panic. After raising her hands, she realized that her hands were trembling, but she had never noticed it.

This tyrant is about to die... No, she will never let him die!

Han Qingyan took Mo Jiu down from the torture rack and hugged him into her arms regardless of the blood and dirt on his body. She had never felt that his body was so light, so light that it was as if there was only a skin left inside.

Became an empty shell.

She leaned over and her voice trembled slightly: "Your Majesty... it's not that easy to die..."

Immediately, Han Qingyan hugged Mo Jiu and hurried back to the palace as quickly as possible while keeping calm.

"Go, ask the imperial doctor!"

Han Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that her voice was also trembling, but her running pace was extremely steady.

The current confidants were all trained by her personally. Naturally, he could judge the seriousness of the matter from her tone and go to the imperial doctor as quickly as possible.

They even sent people to search the entire imperial city for Han Qingyan, so the noise caused by the imperial doctor seemed insignificant.

Han Qingyan closed her eyes, took several deep breaths, and finally calmed herself down.

She lowered her head to look down at Mo Jiu, raised her hand to caress his blood-stained face, and said in a weak voice, but full of determination: "Your Majesty, I will not let you die."

She has never failed before, so if she doesn't let this tyrant die, he must not die!

After a while, a group of imperial doctors were found. As soon as they stepped into the palace and saw a bloody man, their hearts trembled with their knowledge.

When they took a closer look at the bloody man's face, their hearts and faces were filled with fear at the same time.

This, this is the emperor?

Han Qingyan on the side tried her best to keep her expression normal so as not to scare these imperial doctors, but the expression she put on was still very scary, making their faces extremely pale.

"Master, please spare your life!" The group of imperial doctors all knelt down. They knew clearly that once involved in such a palace struggle, it would be difficult for even ten lives to be saved!

Han Qingyan's eyebrows stood up and she said in a cold voice, "Why spare your life? If you don't cure him, I will kill you!"

Under such threats, the group of imperial doctors supported each other, stood up tremblingly, and hurriedly gathered around to see Mo Jiu's injuries. They were still whispering among themselves, saying some professional terms that Han Qingyan couldn't even hear.

clear.

She just felt that it was almost done and said, "You haven't seen it yet?"

An imperial doctor mustered up the courage and spoke cautiously: "National Master... only two minutes have passed..."

Han Qingyan was startled when she heard this. It seemed like two dynasties had passed just now to her. She had never felt that time was so long and so painful.

She fell silent. Even though her heart was filled with anxiety, she tried not to rush her in order not to disturb the imperial doctor and the others.

The results obtained are not good.

"National Master, Your Majesty's injuries are too serious, and the ministers are indeed incompetent..."

Before he finished speaking, Han Qingyan kicked the chair, smashing it into pieces, and said angrily: "A group of imperial doctors are not as useful as ordinary doctors!"

She was naturally referring to the doctor who had been invited to the palace before. The reason why she did not invite him now was because she knew that with her medical skills, she might not be able to save Mo Jiu.

But even a group of imperial doctors with the most superb medical skills are helpless, so who else can save Mo Jiu?

Could it be that she could only watch his life passing by little by little...