The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 324 Pain

At this moment, Han Qingyan finally understood everything and understood why when she asked Mo Jiu to issue the edict of sin, the tyrant would resist like that. He would rather be insulted than compromise or give in.

Because it was his sister and stepfather who caused his tragic and dark past... How could he admit his mistake?

But she self-righteously believed that even if the former emperor and her father did something excessive, it would not be a reason to kill them cruelly, so she forced Mo Jiuchao to severely hurt and torture the murderers who had tortured him to confess...

To Mo Jiu, what is the difference between her behavior and that of his sister and stepfather?

Han Qingyan also understood why Mo Jiu was so afraid of the humiliation of beggars. It wasn't that they were of low status or humble, or that they were too dirty. It was simply that he had suffered their humiliation before...

And what about her? She regarded the tyrant's fear as a weakness and used it to threaten him. Even if she didn't actually let the beggar do anything to him in the end, would every threat and persecution make Mo Jiu keep recalling it?

Everything in the past?

More importantly, even if Mo Jiu is so afraid of this matter, he will not give in to his crime of "killing his sister and killing his father", and would rather face his fear...

Could it be that what the former emperor and her father did to Mo Jiu was more cruel than she imagined? Is it because King Zhou said so much but didn't reveal everything?

Han Qingyan opened her eyes and stared blankly at the dagger that had pierced her palm. Regardless of the pain and secondary injury, she slowly pulled it out.

Blood stained her entire arm, her body was shaking more violently, and streams of cold sweat continued to seep from her forehead.

However, even so, Han Qingyan did not make a sound.

She seemed to be numbing or punishing herself with pain, or perhaps diverting her perception from feeling the indescribable pain in her heart.

Ye Rumeng looked at her in shock, not expecting Han Qingyan to be so cruel to her.

But Han Qingyan's injury, or even her life or death, had nothing to do with her. Ye Rumeng said, "How is it?"

She was asking Han Qingyan whether he would accept the proposal she just made.

Han Qingyan put her hand down tremblingly and said hoarsely: "Follow me back to the palace."

Ye Rumeng's heart froze, did she accept it or not? Or had an ambush been set up in the palace, intending for her to fall into a trap?

Han Qingyan knew what she was thinking, and said softly: "He is not dead, he is alive and well, but..."

"But what?" Ye Rumeng suddenly became excited.

"But there is a possibility that she will never wake up again..." Han Qingyan closed her eyes again. She thought that as long as she made her body suffer, she could weaken the pain in her heart. However, as soon as she thought about Mo Jiu, she might never wake up.

, her heart began to feel a dull pain.

Ye Rumeng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he couldn't care about anything else anymore. He grabbed Han Qingyan's collar and his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed: "Why is your Majesty like this?!"

The eyes containing murderous intent were right in front of her, as if Ye Rumeng would be unable to restrain herself the next moment and kill her here, but Han Qingyan didn't have the slightest thought of resisting or struggling.

She suddenly understood why the tyrant was not afraid of death. When a person discovers that everything he has insisted on for a long time is wrong, and his faith collapses, how can he have the motivation to live?

And this was caused by her self-righteousness, and she asked for it. Only the tyrant was forced to suffer the pain, and then his faith in living was wiped out by despair and torture...

"I..." Han Qingyan opened her lips, "You will understand if you go and see him..."

She didn't dare to tell the truth because she was worried that Ye Rumeng would really kill her.

She can't die now. The tyrant hasn't woken up yet, so how can she leave before him?

Ye Rumeng looked at the pain and gloom in Han Qingyan's eyes, and suddenly understood something, let go of her, and said slowly: "You... like your Majesty?"

Even if Han Qingyan knew about Mo Jiu's tragic past, the most she should have shown was some sympathy, but it definitely shouldn't be the look that contained regret in the pain.

Then there is only one possible explanation...

Han Qingyan was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."

She admitted so frankly that Ye Rumeng still found it unbelievable. If she really liked His Majesty, how could she hurt him like that?

"At that time, we all thought it was him who gave you the order to kill Wang Feng and the others. Pei Feng was so angry that he immediately wanted to kill him. In order to save his life, I could only..." Han Qing

Yan found it difficult to continue speaking. She seemed to be explaining, but wasn't she looking for a reason for hurting Mo Jiu?

Ye Rumeng thought about it carefully and couldn't tell whether this sentence was true or false. So, by torturing His Majesty, Han Qingyan was actually saving him?

She slowly clenched her hands, hesitated for a long time, gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I'll go back with you."

Even if Han Qingyan was lying to her, she must return to the palace and see His Majesty no matter what.

"Um."

After the two of them walked some distance away from the room, many figures rushed out of the shadows.

They found blood everywhere on Han Qingyan's upper body. They were shocked and wanted to take action against Ye Rumeng.

"Stop." Han Qingyan stopped them, her voice weak but still containing majesty, "Go and take the corpse out of the room, and then...send it to General Pei's house."

When Pei Feng saw that his cronies had brought the body of King Zhou, he would definitely come to the palace to see her, and then she would tell her the truth about all this.

"But Imperial Master, your injury..."

Han Qingyan lowered her head and glanced down. The blood was still flowing. She whispered: "Call the imperial doctor over and bandage it for me."

"yes!"

When Han Qingyan and Ye Rumeng returned to the palace, two imperial doctors were waiting there to treat her wounds.

However, when she returned here, Han Qingyan ignored her injuries and pushed open the door first. She walked all the way to the dragon bed, looked at the man with his eyes closed, and then stopped.

Mo Jiu lay there, sleeping quietly, her face still pale.

The two imperial doctors caught up with her, but they did not dare to let Han Qingyan raise her hands, half-kneeling on the ground, and in this posture, they put medicine on her hands and bandaged them.

When the medicine was poured into the metacarpal bone, the pain really penetrated into the bone marrow. The pain was so painful that Han Qingyan's whole arm was trembling slightly.

But she felt that this was not enough, not enough, far less than the pain in her heart, she couldn't even feel it.

She seemed to understand why this tyrant was not afraid of death or pain. Because he had suffered too much torture and abuse, people had long been numb, and naturally they could no longer feel the pain...