Crossing the Palace Fighting Fox Harem

"So this is the real reason why you met me today." Hua Rong finally realized it. Rather than being surprised, she was more moved.

Yizhen struggled on the edge of death several times, and finally survived. Her character has become much stronger. She is no longer the timid woman who hid behind others and dared not speak. She began to be loyal to her desires and take positive actions. It was Huarong who awakened Yizhen.

At this time, Hua Rong heard some slight noises coming from the corridor behind her.

"Who are you? Come out." He turned his head and stared at the direction where the sound came from, and uttered a low shout.

After a few footsteps, a man appeared in front of Huarong and Yizhen.

"An Youchen?" Hua Rong's eyes widened slightly unconsciously.

Yizhen's behavior was even calmer. She glanced at An Youchen silently, and her gaze returned to Huarong again.

Hua Rong was extremely smart and guessed what happened immediately. "It seems that the queen will not let me go today."

An Youchen must have been waiting here for a long time, waiting for Hua Rong to hand over her head so that he can take it to Xidu to exchange it for the emperor.

Yizhen said, "I didn't dare tell Xiao Zhao because I was afraid she would not want to part with you. But your death was not meaningless, you sacrificed your life for the country and the emperor. The ministers racked their brains but couldn't come up with a way to save the emperor. The reason why Prince Ming ascended the throne was to get the emperor back. Now we can finally get him back, and the price is so small, no one will object."

"Yes, sacrificing a little palace maid can bring the emperor back safely, which is much better than sacrificing Xidu." Hua Rong nodded slightly, agreeing with Yizhen's statement. If she stood in Yizhen's position, she really couldn't find any reason to refuse.

"You are a smart person and should know what to do." Yizhen said and turned back to wink at An Youchen.

An Youchen walked up and handed a short knife to Hua Rong.

Hua Rong stared down at the dagger and hesitated to take it. It was not that she wanted to resist, but the incident happened too suddenly and she was a little dazed and found it difficult to accept this fact.

Yizhen asked An Youchen to hide in the dark and wait for the right moment. Even if Huarong didn't commit suicide tonight, An Youchen would definitely take her head. So Huarong had no choice at all.

Seeing that Hua Rong was still not making any move, Yizhen sighed softly, "I am helping you by giving you the chance to commit suicide. You worked so hard to put me on the throne, wasn't it just so that I could help you get revenge? I promise you, as long as you get the emperor back, I will help you overturn the case for the Xi family and give them justice."

Huarong looked up at Yizhen and suddenly realized that she had become very unfamiliar. Although Yizhen used to be timid and cowardly, she was not so cold.

Yizhen took the dagger from An Youchen and handed it to Huarong herself. Seeing that Huarong still didn't raise her hand, she grabbed Huarong's hand, spread her five fingers, and then forced the dagger into her hand, asking her to hold it tightly. "The reason you are still alive is for revenge, isn't it? Even if you kill all the An family members, so what? Can the Xi family be resurrected? It is better to overturn the case for the Xi family and give justice to the deceased. Now, you can't realize this wish while you are alive, but you can get it if you die. So your death is not in vain. In a big way, you sacrificed your life for the country; in a small way, you can wash away the injustice that your Xi family has suffered for so many years."

"I have served Her Majesty for such a long time, and only what you said tonight is the most correct." Huarong held the dagger, raised her eyes, and looked at Yizhen quietly.

"Don't worry, I will keep my word. If I break my promise, you can turn into a ghost and come to seek revenge on me." Yizhen raised the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly.

"Okay, I also believe that Your Majesty can do what she says." Hua Rong realized it and pulled out the knife in a flash.

The clear blade drew a white arc in the moonlight and finally landed on Huarong's neck.

Many years ago, Hua Rong stood on the execution ground, raised the knife and chopped off her father's head; many years later, as fate would have it, it was her turn to end her own life.

Yizhen was right. The reason she was still alive was to seek revenge and justice.

If it is impossible to realize this wish while alive, it is better to achieve it through death.

The blade passed over the neck with a "swish" sound. Bright red blood spurted out from the cut, reflecting the pale moonlight, appearing dazzling.

Hua Rong's body fell limply to the ground, and the blood-stained dagger in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp "clang".

Hua Rong slowly closed her eyes, and her eyes were filled with tears without her knowing, making her vision crystal clear and bright.

In the last moments of her life, she saw many beautiful pictures. She saw herself playing in the yard with her sister and Kang Xiaorong when she was a child. The blue sky, green lawn and light white clouds made the pictures in her memory bright and beautiful.

The three half-grown children seemed to never grow up. Everything was frozen on their smiling faces, becoming Huarong's final, eternal memory.

Yizhen stared at Huarong at her feet motionlessly until she was sure she was dead. Then she said softly to An Youchen, "Clean up this place."

An Youchen clasped his fists and accepted the order. At this moment, he suddenly remembered some of the words he had just heard, and asked worriedly: "My queen, are you really pregnant? Do you really want to kill Zhao Ji?"

Yizhen suddenly turned around and stared into An Youchen's eyes. The moment their eyes met, Yizhen's eyes glowed a faint red.

"Don't ask anything, don't think about anything, just listen to me." He stared into An Youchen's eyes and calmly uttered this order.

An Youchen subconsciously covered his forehead and uttered a soft "Ah". Yizhen's order was deeply imprinted in his mind, making him unable to resist. In the end, he replied "Yes, sir", and really didn't ask anything else, as if he had forgotten everything he had just heard.

The reason why Yizhen gave up Huarong and chose An Youchen is because she can control An Youchen but cannot control Huarong. Compared with An Youchen, Huarong is a dangerous double-edged sword.

Yizhen lowered her head and took one last look at Huarong, then turned around and slowly walked away, disappearing into the depths of the yard.

The night breeze blew gently, and her face felt cold. Before the incident, she had imagined it countless times. What would she feel when she saw Huarong die in front of her? Was she sad, grief-stricken, or happy, relieved? Only when Huarong really died did she realize that she had no thoughts at all, and her mood was as calm as a pool of stagnant water without ripples. Even if Zhaoji died before her, she would probably feel the same way.

It was not until the next day that Ji Anni learned that Hua Rong had committed suicide.

Huarong's head was placed in a wooden box, and then a team of ten people led by An Youchen rushed to the Western Capital at full speed.

An Youchen's trip was not only to exchange Hua Rong for the emperor, but also to have a more important mission.

The box containing the human head was smeared with poison. When Liuguang opened the box to check the human head, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm. He opened his palm and found that his palm was full of blood blisters. He screamed in fear, and at this moment, An Youchen suddenly rushed over. There was a sharp diamond-shaped dart hidden at the bottom of the box. He pulled out the dart, held Liuguang's shoulder with one hand, and raised the dart with the other hand to stab it into his neck.

A stream of blood spurted out and sprayed onto An Youchen's face. Liuguang's throat was cut, and he couldn't even scream. He could only stare at An Youchen with bloodshot eyes in fear and hatred. But soon, his pupils lost focus.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Liuguang was already dead, and then the others reacted and rushed towards An Youchen and his group.

An Youchen and his group fought and retreated. However, the enemy had more people and more power, and after a few rounds, they gradually fell into a disadvantage.

At this moment, a black wind blew in, bringing with it a strong smell of evil, exactly the same evil smell that was smelled at the White Tiger Gate on the day of the fire in the palace.

An Youchen exclaimed "Not good", and hurriedly ordered his men to cover their mouths and noses. However, this time the people who were bewitched by the magic were no longer his men, but the soldiers of the Mountain Ghost Clan. Although these soldiers had mastered some basic skills to break the magic, when the magic was too strong, they could only wait for death without enough magic power. The group of soldiers who were confused by the magic began to kill each other, and An Youchen and his men were miraculously safe.

They successfully found the palace where Long Mohan was and rescued him. Also imprisoned with Long Mohan were Concubine Gan and Xiaoxue.

An Youchen then realized that the White Tiger Gate and the magic just now were Xiaoxue's "masterpieces". The spell that sealed Xiaoxue was linked to Liuguang's life. When Liuguang died, the power of the spell weakened, so Xiaoxue could emit a more powerful demonic energy than that day at the White Tiger Gate.

An Youchen successfully rescued the emperor, Concubine Gan and Xiaoxue, and they immediately returned to the capital after surviving the disaster.

Yizhen followed the agreement and rehabilitated the Xi family, and all the dead in the Xi family were reburied.

When An Youchen returned from the Western Capital, he did not forget to bring back Hua Rong's head, which had made great contributions. Hua Rong's head and body were sewn together, and then buried with the etiquette of a first-class loyal minister of the country. All the etiquette used was the same as the funeral of General Kang Qingyuan, and Ji Anni personally carried her coffin to the funeral.

The graves of Huarong and Yuemao were placed next to each other. Their real names were written back on the tombstones. They had exchanged their identities for three years, and finally they were exchanged back on the day they were buried.

Ji Anni sat silently in front of Huarong's grave and stayed with her for a long time.

Huarong has been with me all the way, and now it is finally my turn to accompany her quietly.

Suddenly I remembered that when I first entered the palace, I was punished by Tianning in Renhe Hall. I lifted a teacup full of hot water and burned my fingers until they were swollen like radishes. It was Huarong who said that I must become the queen. From then on, Ji Anni knew that she was not an ordinary palace maid. Although she was both an enemy and a friend, and it was difficult to tell good from evil, she was always there to encourage Ji Anni when she was most sad and frustrated. Without Huarong, Ji Anni would not be where she is today.

"Huarong, are you satisfied now?" Ji Anni asked while looking at the tombstone.

The evening wind brought a hint of chill, making Ji Anni's cheeks cold. She always felt that Hua Rong was sitting in front of her, looking at her quietly.

The cold wind that blows on my face from time to time feels like a beautiful hand caressing me.

"Hua Rong, you have been too tired all your life, and you can finally take a break. Your family is finally back with you, and you are no longer alone..."

The last rays of sunset fell on the cemetery. Ji Annie's shadow cast a long shadow on the ground, overlapping with the shadow of the tombstone, as if it were the shape of two people leaning against each other side by side, lonely and desolate.