The Cold-blooded Emperor's Vengeful Concubine

The night was as dark as ink, with no stars or moon, and the thick clouds could not let out any light. On the winter night of December, the north wind howled, and the roaring sound continued to ravage people's ears. The biting cold wind blew mercilessly on this thin land, like a sharp blade, piercing and hurting people.

On the dry branch, the last dying leaf was mercilessly blown down by the cruel cold wind, and was innocently caught in this heartless cold night.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning struck fiercely across the dark night sky, tearing apart the weight of the night and breaking the gloomy night veil.

Then, more lightning bolts as bright as white light came pouring in, turning the pitch-dark night into a bright daylight. Along with the overwhelming lightning, there were thunders filled with power, shaking the earth. Lightning bolts, rolling thunder, and torrential rain that broke the sky. The sky had changed. Yun Jingman, who was crawling on the ground, did not tremble at all. She was not afraid at all, even though the sky seemed to be falling apart... What right did she have to be afraid of this lingering life? Could she still fall into the fictitious tenderness and sweetness of that person as before? Oh, Yun Jingman, Yun Jingman, it's already been a long time, do you still have a little fantasy about that bloodthirsty devil? Wasn't everything in the past few days deep enough? Wasn't the wound on her body painful enough? Wasn't this broken heart full of holes? Otherwise, why would she still think of him? Thinking of that heartless and heartless devil? How could she be so heartless and heartless? She still didn't understand the man who had slept in the same bed with her for two years. She didn't understand everything he gave her, whether it was pain, love, pampering, drowning, or hurt and pain. She didn't understand anything... Weren't they in love? Didn't he say that he would only pamper and love her in this life?

Why...now...like this...

Oh, Yun Jingman, you deserve to die, you deserve to die long ago... You deserve to die with your father, mother, and the royal family members, you deserve to die together... But, no! She can't die, because she has a child, her child with him... is her only blood relative in this world, the only, the only one...

All the bloody memories of that day suddenly jumped into Yun Jingman's mind again. The devil abducted her father and the entire royal family, pulled Yun Jingman's hair, and forcibly dragged her to the execution platform, forcing her to open her eyes and watch how her beloved mother was cut into pieces, how her respected father was tied with ropes to a horse and torn to pieces, and how her brothers and sisters were trampled by galloping horses and pierced by thousands of arrows.

She didn't know how many times she fainted during the whole process, but each time she was woken up by basins of freezing cold water, and she was forced to watch the scenes of blood and flesh flying and the brutal killing.

Whenever Yun Jingman thought of this scene, his hatred would become even stronger.

Love and hate have been tugged at her heart over the past few days.

The deeper the love, the stronger the hatred. Love and hate tore her apart, every moment, every minute, without stopping. Love, hate, sorrow, entanglement and torture...

If possible, she really wanted to die with her family, without any physical injury or heartache.

My child, you are the only one I have in this world. You are my only relative. Please stay strong for me, okay? You are the only one I have. You are the only one I have...

He lifted up the almost disabled hand, and moved it slowly and with difficulty to the abdomen that had not yet been exposed. He pulled at the countless wounds of all sizes on his body, just to touch this young and fragile life, to give him encouragement, and also to give himself encouragement.

The encouragement to survive together and the tenacious desire for life.

My child, work hard with your mother, okay?

The child of her own flesh and blood was the reason why Yun Jingman dared not close her eyes and let death take her away. Looking at the wounds of all sizes on her body, she should have died long ago, either from starvation or from festering wounds on her body, but she was tenacious and held on to her life...

Immersed in her own thoughts, she didn't notice that there were two more people in the cold palace, looking down on her pitiful and miserable life...