The Cold-blooded Emperor's Vengeful Concubine

"Your Majesty, please... I beg you... Your Majesty, please have mercy... Please..." Yun Jingman crawled on the ground and kowtowed to Baili Haoxuan over and over again. Blood was slowly seeping out of her forehead, which looked particularly glaring on her fair skin.

"Yan'er, Yan'er, your father won't allow you to beg that beast, no!!!" King Cangming, who was choking and coughing up blood from his heart, shouted at Yun Jing fiercely. As an emperor with supreme dignity, he would not allow his dignity to be trampled upon, even if he died, he would never beg for anything.

Yun Jingman turned a deaf ear to her. She just wanted to numb herself. If she could kowtow and die, it would be a kind of relief for her...

The small wound on his forehead burst open after hitting the cold and hard ground. The blood on his forehead spurted out from the wound, and the blood flowed along the bridge of his nose.

Blood and tears are intertwined and blended together. The sweet blood, the bitter tears, and the broken heart all seem extremely ironic in these purest snowflakes.

"Yan'er! You have brought shame to the Sang Yu family! In the Sang Yu family, there is no place for a worthless girl like you!" King Cangming was extremely angry and ashamed that Yun Jingman turned a deaf ear to him and acted arbitrarily, and he said unpleasant words.

For an emperor, dignity and face are more important than anything else, even more important than his own life. Not to mention the corpse of his unloved queen. King Cangming naturally knows the significance of having no remains.

The people of the feudal empire believed that preserving the body after death would give the soul a place to rest, so that it would not be left without a place to rest after death. The loss of the body and the scattering of the soul were the most cruel and inhumane things for those who prayed for the afterlife.

It would be fine if he treated human life as worthless, but now, for the sake of his so-called dignity and face which was not worth anything at all, he wanted to make people unable to rest in peace even after death. Yun Jingman felt that this was what an emperor was like, cold-blooded, heartless and selfish.

Baili Haoxuan laughed contemptuously, pulled Yun Jingman's hair, asked her to face him, pointed his finger at King Cangming, and said coldly: "Look! He said you are a bitch! How bitch are you! Huh? Even with a bloody head, people still disdain to pay attention to you. Bitch!"

After throwing Yun Jingman to the ground, Yun Jingman quickly turned over and crawled to Baili Haoxuan's feet, pulling Baili Haoxuan's hem, and begged weakly: "Yes, I am a whore! I am a whore! I only ask you to spare my mother. I beg you."

Baili Haoxuan looked at Yun Jingman, who was crawling on the ground with empty eyes and a face covered with bright red blood. He ignored the pain of his wounds and the scolding from King Cangming. A trace of pain and hatred flashed in his blue eyes.

Like a puppet doll, it kowtowed mechanically, saying over and over again: "I am a bitch, I am a bitch, I am a bitch..."

Even Yan Zinuo, who was standing by, couldn't bear to watch. He wanted to step forward, help the woman up, and heal her pain... She was such a smart and clever woman in the past, but now she is like a puppet without a soul. Everything has been taken away, leaving only this empty shell that is neither alive nor dead...

However, Yan Zinuo knew that if he went forward to save the woman now, it would only anger the bloodthirsty and crazy Baili Haoxuan even more. Unless he stopped, it would only lead to a greater massacre... Isn't the empty city overnight the result of Baili Haoxuan's bloodthirsty and crazy massacre?

Baili Haoxuan, who has buried the hatred deep in his heart for ten years, suffers physical and mental torture every day, and suffers the pain of bones and marrow being drilled through every year, how can he forget and erase the most fanatical hatred in his heart?

Unless all the people in Cangming are dead, otherwise, it is impossible! Hatred is entangled, and only when one party dies can hatred stop. Fate plays tricks on people. The only thing to blame is that Sang Yuhanyan should not have been born in the royal family of Cangming, and she should not have fallen in love with Baili Haoxuan...