The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 348 My Majesty, wait for me...

Mo Jiu's body suddenly moved forward, putting a dagger on his chest.

The dagger was put into Han Qingyan's right hand, and it was naturally pierced into his left chest, where there was a warm, scalding heart that was losing its temperature little by little.

It was obvious that her life was passing by, but Mo Jiu was smiling, and her smile was so intoxicating, just like the last ray of spring breeze blowing away her hair and confusing her heart.

Mo Jiu looked at Han Qingyan, whose pupils were trembling. Only his figure was reflected in her eyes, and her rosy face gradually turned pale.

"Don't cry, look at me carefully..." Mo Jiu's voice was as soft as a mosquito.

This sentence may have a ruthless flavor, but Han Qingyan still followed the words and stopped the tears that she didn't know were blood or tears, and looked at Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu looked at her with a smile, as if he could derive the pleasure and joy of successful revenge from her painful and desperate expression, or he was simply happy that he was leaving this dirty world.

"If you and I both have an afterlife, then next time, don't let those two people touch me again..." After Mo Jiu said the last sentence, he slowly closed his eyes.

There was complete silence here, and both Han Qingyan and Ye Rumeng could only watch the person in the former's arms losing his last breath little by little.

After a long time, Ye Rumeng said: "What...have you done to His Majesty?"

Han Qingyan's expression was already numb. She turned her head and glanced at Ye Rumeng blankly. The corners of her mouth moved slightly, and two drops of reddish liquid flowed into her mouth first.

Fishy, ​​salty... tears stained red by blood.

She opened her mouth slightly and looked down at Mo Jiu's bloodless face.

Your Majesty, what do you mean by what you just said? Afterlife, is there really an afterlife in this world? You and me, are you willing to meet me again? Or, were you originally planning to leave this world and those pains?

The past of despair and despair is sealed in your heart, and you may have gotten used to it. It was me who let those two jailers touch you, and that was the last straw that broke the camel's back...

She even couldn't help but wonder if it was possible that His Majesty had such a small amount of love for her, but because she had allowed those two people to taint him before her eyes, she had no room for maneuver.

Even if it is His Majesty's love for Ye Rumeng, if she does such a thing, Your Majesty will die...

Ye Rumeng watched Han Qingyan's mouth open wider and wider, seeming to be screaming silently in grief. She was so desperate that she lost her voice.

There is no need to know what Han Qingyan did to Mo Jiu to make him say such words at the end, because His Majesty is already dead.

Ye Rumeng is most familiar with Mo Jiu, and knows that his words may really contain a hint of feelings for Han Qingyan, but only Han Qingyan would think so. She would only think that His Majesty wanted Han Qing to

Yan would suffer so much for the rest of his life that he deliberately left such a trace of thought and light for Han Qingyan.

But light is not a good thing. It is precisely because you have not seen the light that you can live peacefully in the darkness. But once you see the beauty of the light, you will no longer be able to endure the coldness and deathly silence in the darkness.

But Ye Rumeng didn't have any sympathy. This was the fate that Han Qingyan deserved. She even stared at Han Qingyan with red eyes, with murderous intent in her eyes, wanting to kill her directly.

But His Majesty has said that Han Qingyan will become the emperor.

Therefore, she will not kill her, but will stay in the palace until she fulfills all His Majesty's wishes, supervising her every move until she passes the throne to a suitable heir!

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Mo Jiu did not leave a posthumous edict, nor did he go to court. He took the initiative to say that he would abdicate and give the throne to the right person.

This seemed to be the last problem he left to Han Qingyan.

But with Han Qingyan's current methods, it wasn't anything difficult.

She and Ye Rumeng found a suitable little girl together, changed her surname to "Su", and directly put her on the throne.

No minister dared to refuse or object. They all thought that it was Han Qingyan who finally dealt with Mo Jiu. This little girl was just a puppet emperor, and she was the real person in power. And I'm afraid it won't take long, when she has enough prestige.

At that time, even the puppet emperor is no longer needed, and he can sit on the throne openly and openly.

But to everyone's surprise, Han Qingyan actually buried Mo Jiu Fengguang and sent him to the grave.

Han Qingyan looked at the eminent monk she invited to do the ritual for Mo Jiu, and murmured, "Is there really an afterlife in this world?"

"If you believe in the Imperial Master, there will be something; if you don't believe in it, there will be nothing."

Facing Han Qingyan who was comparable to the emperor, the eminent monk naturally did not dare to fool her casually and gave such an answer.

Han Qingyan was silent for a moment and said with great determination: "I believe there is."

She looked at the silk thread connected to the coffin on the ground in front of her that had not been broken even after Mo Jiu died.

She believes it.

She believed that one day she and His Majesty would meet again.

The eminent monk could only remain silent.

Han Qingyan asked again: "Is there a way to immortality in this world?"

The eminent monk's heart trembled slightly and he shook his head slowly: "Only those who practice Taoism and Dharma and reach the pinnacle of cultivation can have a chance. But throughout the ages, there has been no one."

"But if the whole country and tens of millions of people work together, can it be done?"

"Master, you must not do this!" The eminent monk panicked, "This will cause a massacre, and you will go to hell after death, and you will never be able to recover!"

She was afraid that Han Qingyan was going to carry out an unprecedented massacre and use the blood of countless people to fulfill her dream of immortality.

And it's not like this has never happened in the past.

Han Qingyan glanced at her and knew she had misunderstood.

"I don't want to sacrifice the whole country with blood."

What Your Majesty wants is peace and prosperity, so how could she do the opposite?

"Faith, willpower." Han Qingyan murmured, "Isn't that what you worship Buddha?"

The eminent monk dared not speak. How dare she talk about this in front of Han Qingyan?

And looking at Han Qingyan's appearance, she had obviously made a decision.

Han Qingyan slowly raised a hand to touch the silk thread connecting Mo Jiu that only she could see.

Could it be that His Majesty is already in the afterlife?

In this life, he has experienced the cruelest and most cruel things in the world. She only hopes that her Majesty will be safe and happy in the next life.

Then, wait for her to find him.

Your Majesty, will you be unhappy that I am not as miserable and desperate as you expected?

Because now I have new hope, even if it is unrealistic, even if it is illusory, it is still a ray of light in the darkness.

I will try everything to catch this light as much as possible.

When the time comes, I find you and go in front of you. Can you punish me and make me suffer at will?

My Majesty...