Sitting on the cross-border trading group, the country is chasing after it

Late at night, the king, who thought he had been blessed by God and had recovered, immediately took a bath and changed his clothes. He sat beside the bed in high spirits, looking at the state affairs that had piled up for many days.

He now had a sense of pleasure of surviving a calamity, and was completely filled with enthusiasm, thinking that he would have more time to be king in the future.

He can find a new queen, and if the new son is not good enough, he can have a new son.

As long as he finds a new queen with a clean family background and a certain status, the child will have the support of her mother's family and there will be no need to worry about his younger brother taking the throne.

The more the king thought about it, the more excited he became.

In fact, he had long been tired of his second queen, and now he had the perfect opportunity to marry a new, younger and more beautiful wife.

The king was fantasizing about a bright future and beautiful women while watching the state report in boredom.

Time passed unknowingly and it was late at night. An unknown fatigue suddenly came over him, sweeping over his body with overwhelming force. He almost collapsed on the bed instantly.

His eyes widened in disbelief and he struggled to make a sound to summon the servants outside.

Come on——

Someone come!!!

But no matter how hard he tried, all that came out of his throat was a hoarse hissing sound.

A deep sense of fear and powerlessness filled his heart.

The king moved his body with difficulty, his fingers tightly gripping the edge of the bed, and his legs weakly kicked outwards, trying to make some noise to attract people outside.

He struggled and rolled off the bed, his shriveled skin scratched by the expensive gems.

Come on——

Someone come quickly!!! You bastards, you're not here when we need you!

The king was so angry that he wanted to execute the lazy guards!

At this moment, a slender figure appeared in front of the king.

He was overjoyed and raised his head stiffly and with difficulty. Under the dim light, his gray face looked as pale as a corpse in a coffin.

The person came against the light, so the king could not see her face clearly, but he could vaguely tell that she should be a beautiful woman.

Jiang Ruochu lowered his eyes and looked at the king indifferently: "You don't have to struggle, no one will come."

Jiang Ruochu revealed the secret in one sentence.

The king felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He suddenly realized that he had just recovered and there was no one guarding him.

This is so unreasonable.

The only explanation is that no one wants him to recover.

"Please, save me."

The king pulled Jiang Ruochu's trouser legs with trembling fingers and begged her in fear.

"I can give you money, lots of money, so much money that you can never spend it all."

"Please, if you can, save me."

Jiang Ruochu chuckled coldly, revealing a hint of disdain and contempt.

At this time, under the effect of the poison, the king's vision gradually began to blur. The person in front of him was like a strange shadow reflected in his pupils. All the bones in his body seemed to be gnawed by ants, and they were swollen and painful.

"The person who could save you is no longer here. You killed him with your own hands."

Hearing this, the king looked at Jiang Ruchu blankly. He tried hard to blink, but everything in front of him was still blurry.

"You have someone who truly loves you."

"She won't poison you, betray you, or sell you out."

"If she were still alive, you would not die."

"What a pity, you didn't want it."

"Who are you talking about?" the king asked hoarsely.

"Your first queen, someone who truly loved you." Jiang Ruochu's voice was neither hurried nor slow, so that the king, whose hearing was already poor, could hear it clearly.

The king's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said weakly: "Are you from Hackney?"

Jiang Ruochu did not deny it. After all, there was no need to hide the truth about a dead person.

Jiang Ruochu smiled slightly: "I am the person she sent to see if you are doing well."

"She felt relieved to see that you were not doing well."

When the king heard this, he immediately became excited and made a hoarse sound in his throat.

At this point, he could no longer utter a complete sentence.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab Jiang Ruochu, grab the hope of life. His hand was like old tree bark, full of cracks, with traces of red flesh exposed in some places, as terrifying as ghost claws. This was a sign that the poison was beginning to spread to his limbs.

The king fell to the ground, twitching, his life gradually fading away.

Jiang Ruochu stood up and looked at the king coldly, then she glanced at the documents beside the bed, which contained photos of several beautiful women.

At this time, I was still thinking about choosing a concubine.

This man is truly unrepentant and deserves no pity for his death.