Reborn from the bottom of the coffin, the miracle doctor and the ugly concubine fight against the wo

The mourning hall was already quiet, but this crisp and loud slap made the surrounding area even quieter.

Su Nuanyu's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly hid her hands in her sleeves, ignoring the burning pain on her face.

"What are you hiding? Do you dare to do it or not?" Chu Zhao suddenly grabbed her hand and broke it with force. With a "click", the nail of her little finger was forcefully broken off.

"what!"

Su Nuanyu let out a shrill scream, and blood quickly flowed out from her fingers, dyeing her white mourning clothes red.

Everyone shuddered and clenched their hands in unison.

With their fingers connected to their hearts, Princess Jingnan is so cruel!

"Chu Zhao, don't go too far!" Murong Xiao stepped forward to protect Su Nuanyu, and his sharp eyes swept across Chu Zhao's face like a knife.

Chu Zhao didn't answer his words and his eyes fell on Su Nuanyu's feet again.

Under the plain white skirt, the toes of red embroidered shoes are exposed.

"Before the main concubine was buried, the concubine couldn't wait to wear bright red. Is she blind, or is the entire Jingnan Palace blind?"

The hoarse voice was so calm that there was no fluctuation, but it caused the mourning hall to fall into silence again.

Everyone looked at Concubine Su's skirt with a bit more contempt and ridicule in their eyes.

No wonder the princess was so resentful. There were rumors that King Jingnan despised the ugly concubine and doted on his concubines to destroy his wives. It seemed that it was not groundless.

Doting on concubines and destroying wives was a crime personally set by the founding empress of Dayan. If someone wanted to persecute Murong Xiao, he could just write a letter to the court to make him suffer.

Su Nuanyu knew that she had gotten into trouble, and was afraid that Murong Xiao would be implicated, so she knelt down to Chu Zhao while holding her bloody hands.

"Princess, please calm down. I am too sad because of the death of the princess. I accidentally did not notice anything wrong with the clothes prepared by the servant. I also ask the princess to forgive me this time. I will never dare to do it again."

Murong Xiao's dark eyes were filled with coldness. He didn't know whether he was blaming Su Nuanyu for being troublesome or blaming Chu Zhao for embarrassing him in public.

"The concubine said she didn't mean it. You're almost done. Don't embarrass me here!" He warned Chu Zhao in a low voice.

Chu Zhao sneered in his heart, not afraid of the man's coercion.

Although she still didn't know who she was, the fact that she was lying in a coffin with injuries all over her body must have something to do with someone from the palace.

Therefore, she must establish a prestige in public so that these people will not dare to trouble her at will.

"I am not an unkind person. Since the prince pleads for mercy on behalf of the concubine, I will pluck out her fingernails and put fifty nails on them so that she can have a memory!"

what?

Su Nuanyu's face was ashen, she clenched her hands tightly in her sleeves, and her body was shaking uncontrollably.

You have to pull out your nails and still have to hit fifty boards?

How could Chu Zhao, a bitch, become so vicious after dying once?

"Your Highness, save me!" Su Nuanyu was so frightened that she no longer cared about whether it would harm Murong Xiao, and cried to him for help.

Murong Xiao's expression was extremely ugly, and he couldn't say much in front of the guests. He gritted his teeth and asked Chu Zhao: "Did the princess punish you too harshly?"

"The punishment is harsher so that you won't be impeached by the official." Chu Zhao said seriously, "Your Highness, I am thinking about you."

Murong Xiao's eyes narrowed.

This ugly woman was right. What he was about to do was extremely risky, and he could lose his head at any time. Nothing could go wrong before the time was ripe.

But even so, for a delicate woman, the punishment of pulling off her fingers is too harsh.

While Murong Xiao was hesitating, a maidservant suddenly knelt down in front of Chu Zhao in tears: "Princess Mingjian, the slaves are responsible for Concubine Su's clothes. If the princess wants to punish her, she can only punish the slaves. It has nothing to do with my concubine."

"What a loyal girl!" Chu Zhao raised his eyebrows at her and sneered, "Are you sure you want to be punished for your concubine?"

The maid looked at Su Nuanyu, then at Murong Xiao, and said firmly: "This matter is my fault and has nothing to do with the concubine. Please punish me, Princess."

"Okay, I'll help you." Chu Zhao nodded and looked at Murong Xiao with a half-smile, "Since the prince feels sorry for his concubine, let's kill this girl with a cane to make an example. It would be a pity to throw away my coffin. For the sake of her loyal protection of the Lord, I rewarded her together."

The maid was startled and her expression suddenly changed.

She had admired the prince for a long time, and originally wanted to give the concubine a slap in the face in exchange for the opportunity to serve the prince closely. Unexpectedly, the princess wanted to kill her with a cane.

Murong Xiao was quite satisfied with this proposal. He waved his hand with a cold face and motioned for the steward to drag the maid away.

The maid was so regretful that she dug into the floor tiles with both hands and begged loudly for mercy: "Your Majesty, spare your life, Princess, please spare your life. This slave is talking nonsense. This matter has nothing to do with this slave. It's the concubine who wants to wear red shoes and says that the Princess is dead." Well, she finally got over it..."

Su Nuanyu was horrified: "You bitch, how dare you act like a slave girl when you are about to die? Someone, please drag her out and beat her to death with sticks!"

The steward and several guards came forward and dragged the person out.

Soon, the maid's screams sounded outside the mourning hall, and soon fell silent.

The mourning hall became deathly silent again.

The guests who watched the big show all murmured in their hearts that Princess Jingnan not only had a dark face, but also had a cruel heart. She could save a life in just a few words. She was worthy of someone who had been through the gates of hell.

By the way, was it because she was too cruel that the Lord of Hell did not dare to accept her, so he sent her back again?

Chu Zhao glanced at everyone's faces and knew that he had established his power. He calmly said to Chu Huai, "Brother, I'm tired. Send me back to rest."

what?

Chu Huai was so mesmerized by the show that if it weren't for the "brother", he would have forgotten who he was.

"Okay, eldest sister." He agreed quickly and carefully helped Chu Zhao out.

Although every wound on her body was in excruciating pain, Chu Zhao walked steadily and calmly, as if she was not in a mourning hall, but in a court where mountains roared and tsunamis roared, and thousands of people knelt down to worship.

And she, like a lofty emperor, was walking towards her throne step by step.

Even the weird shroud on her body gave her the feeling of a dragon robe.

Everyone was silent behind her, not daring to breathe. It wasn't until her back disappeared that the invisible pressure slowly dissipated.

Murong Xiao's eyes stayed at the door and did not look back for a long time.

This woman, no matter how she looked, looked nothing like the timid, crying ugly woman Chu Zhao who could only hide in the dark and be obsessed with him.

So, who is she?