The heroine takes revenge on me, I am a sickly girl, I conquer the country and enjoy happiness

The current emperor's younger sister, the second lady of the Lu family, is dead.

A distinguished family background, amazing talent, extraordinary beauty, a frail body, a rough life, and a passionate and romantic personality.

She was like a meteor streaking across the sky, leaving behind a brief but brilliant landscape in the dark and chaotic last days of the dynasty.

Flipping through the poetry collection she left behind, although she never admitted that she wrote them, there was no trace of those people inside or outside the court, so the poetry collection naturally bore her name.

Lu Yingxue took the imperial pen and wrote the imperial decree for the posthumous title:

"Lu Ningshuang, my sister, is beautiful and intelligent, with a sharp mind. She lives in a time of chaos. Although she is weak, she has the heart to save the world... She has led heroes from all over the world to come to Jinyang to surrender to me, and join hands with me to stop the collapse of the mountains and rivers and save the people.

……

Now that the country has just been established, everything is in ruins. The evil ones are hiding in the dark and watching covetously. My sister has lured the enemy with her own body and made him lose his soul to another land! Alas, my heart is in great pain, it penetrates my heart!

I hereby posthumously confer the title of Princess Jinyang on my sister Ningshuang, and her final resting place is the Phoenix Mausoleum. I have dispatched 30,000 soldiers to hasten the construction... May my sister's heroic soul rest in peace."

After blowing away the ink where he had stopped writing, Xiao Linzi bent over and quietly walked forward to take it away. Lu Yingxue leaned back and looked away.

Next to the white jade carved railing at the end of the corridor outside the hall stood a thin man with dim eyes and deep wrinkles between his brows, which reduced his original stunning elegance.

The faint gray hair at his temples made him look like a withered peony, which made people feel sad.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in your own palace?"

Having ignored him many times, Lu Yingxue finally walked out of the hall, and the words she spoke froze the atmosphere.

Xiao Churan pulled the corners of his mouth and looked directly into the other person's cold eyes. The pain turned into a thick paste, rolling over and over in his mouth.

"Are you still blaming me?"

"Shouldn't it be?"

Lu Yingxue sneered, "Do you dare to say that Xiaoshuang's death has nothing to do with you?"

She approached step by step, "Even if you didn't instigate the murder of Xiao Shuang, you acquiesced to your subordinates' actions, right? At the very least, you must have been guilty of negligence, right?"

Lu Yingxue stopped in front of Xiao Churan, tilted her head and whispered in his ear:

"In fact, I hate myself even more. I am the most delicate and weak person, but I have suffered the most. I wish I was the one who died!"

She couldn't imagine how desperate Xiaoshuang was when she heard that she was replaced and abandoned. She had been looking forward to going home!

Xiao Churan froze and stammered:

"In your heart, she is more...important than yourself?"

Lu Yingxue took a step back, staring at Xiao Churan deeply, raised her hand and touched her abdomen, her tone was distant and cold, hurting both others and herself.

She said businesslike:

"The world needs a happy event now, the country needs an heir, and I need a prince.

The crown prince of the new dynasty cannot have the bloodline of the previous dynasty, and my children cannot be related to you by blood.

"Xiao Churan, I will not let you go, and don't even think about dying! You can only be my husband, and you and I will spend our whole lives together!"

Xiao Churan staggered, and when he raised his eyes, the corners of his eyes were already red.

"Why?"

Why did they become like this?

"because--"

Lu Yingxue curled her lips and said coldly,

"We are all the sinners who killed Xiao Shuang. We don't deserve to live happily!"

……

A young man ran breathlessly towards the bamboo house in the mountains, and before he could catch his breath he blurted out everything he had heard on the street.

"That Second Miss Lu is really dead! General Jiang personally carried the coffin back home. She got married and had a funeral more than ten days ago, which caused a lot of trouble.

Moreover, the imperial edict for the posthumous title has been issued. Your Majesty will use the title of Guodu as the title, posthumously confer the title of Princess Jinyang on Miss Lu Er, and the Mawang Mountain where she was buried will be renamed the Phoenix Mausoleum!"

Just as the young man finished speaking, there was a sound of something heavy falling in the house. He ran in hurriedly and saw the man falling to the ground and spitting out a large pool of blood.

"Master, how are you?"

The young man went forward to help him, but the man was like a madman, lying on the ground with his hair disheveled, laughing.

"The law of heaven is clear, retribution will not be happy!"

"Hahahahahaha, Lu Ningshuang! You are such a vicious and heartless woman. I told you that you would get your comeuppance sooner or later. Sure enough! Sure enough!"

"It seems that even God can't bear to see this. Look, it's only been such a short time since we last met that you're dead! Hahahahahaha, you're dead, you're actually dead!

How can you die? I haven't taken revenge yet! I haven't seen you kneel down and admit your mistakes, I haven't! Dig out your heart! See what color it is! "

"Isn't it said that good people don't live long, but evil people live for thousands of years?"

The man beat his chest in pain, blood gushing out, tears and blood stained his bamboo green robe.

He murmured softly:

"Lu Ningshuang, why did you die? You still haven't repaid the debt you owe me."

"Master!!!"

……

The wind blew the bamboo leaves, and they fell slowly in circles.

An envelope floated down from the window onto the table like a bamboo leaf.

"Cough cough..."

After Liu Xunfeng woke up, he struggled to sit up on the bed. In the yard, the kid who called him master without his permission was guarding the medicine furnace without blinking.

Liu Xunfeng frowned, withdrew his gaze, leaned blankly on the bed, staring blankly into the void.

The news of Lu Ningshuang's death had a great impact on him. Not only did the ups and downs of his life over the past decade come to an end in an instant, but he didn't even know what to do in the future.

After all, the motivation that allowed him to endure the pain of broken bones and survive was revenge.

He wanted to imprison the woman who had betrayed him, skin her alive bit by bit, and watch her cry and admit her mistake in front of him.

But she died.

He hadn't done anything yet and she died.

The death was so sudden that his hatred came to an abrupt end, without any foundation or basis.

The wind was blowing, and the letters on the table turned into leaves and floated to the bed.

His dull eyeballs moved, and his pale, skinny hands slowly picked it up and tore it open.

Inside, there were messy and weak handwriting.

There are still traces of the owner's blood and tears.

Liu Xunfeng's hands trembled uncontrollably as he unfolded the letter, filled with hatred, anger, and heartache.

[When a dying man is about to speak good words, I never thought that I would be a good person before I die.

I have a feeling that my end is near, so I want to write about my inner feelings. It is quite ironic and interesting that I never told anyone about my feelings when I was alive, but I have the desire to talk to anyone before I die.

Fortunately, these things will never be delivered to those people, and I am still a calculating, cruel and ruthless villain. 】

Cross out, a puddle of ink.

[It's a pity, Doctor Liu, you can't kill your enemy yourself because I'm going to die.

Liu Xunfeng, what I want to tell you is that falling in love with me is the worst thing you have ever done in your life.

You are really stupid. Your initial purpose of approaching me was just to compete with me, but in the end you fell in love with me.

I have always enjoyed hurting those who love me, and I have always been looking for opportunities to find fault with everyone. It was you who handed the knife that hurt yourself to me.

After seeing it too much, I feel that love is really useless and can only bring me trouble. I am always forced to give you feedback on your emotional value.

I'm glad that you're not without bottom line, giving me a chance to get rid of you. 】