It's all ruined, who cares about the chastity arch

Qin Nianxi's resistance became more and more fierce. Her long hair was disheveled due to her struggle, and her pearls and jade were scattered everywhere. The guards' iron clamps made her shake her head helplessly. She repeatedly uttered helpless words: "No... No...", and each word carried her deep despair.

Soon, a green word "slave" appeared on her snow-white skin. The word bore traces of previous cuts, silently telling us that she had tried to cut her skin with a knife to cover up the secret of her origin.

But the scar is so deep that it has penetrated into the bone marrow, and any external concealment will only increase the physical pain.

She had painstakingly searched for the secret recipe, and finally found out that only special materials mixed with frost powder could achieve skin-adhering camouflage.

This layer of disguise can only be dissolved by clear oil, and Su Wanyu seemed to have planned all of this in mind.

Today, no matter how Qin Nianxi struggles, her reputation, identity, and all her past efforts will be wiped out in this sudden revelation.

The conspicuous word "slave" was like a thunder, resounding in the court and causing an uproar.

Accusations, surprise, contempt, anger, all kinds of emotions intertwined and woven into an invisible net that tightly enveloped the entire hall.

“There really is a mark!”

Someone exclaimed, unable to conceal the shock in his voice.

"She's a servant!"

Another person answered, his tone revealing disbelief.

"It's ironic that such a humble person could sneak into the palace!"

Someone mocked, his tone full of contempt.

"What a shame! The person we respect is actually a lowly servant! How can we keep our dignity!"

The words were like needles, piercing the heart. The anger of several old ministers was beyond words. The hierarchical concepts they adhered to were severely torn apart at this moment.

Qin Nianxi's disguise was like a torn scroll, and could no longer be concealed.

Her heart sank to the bottom, and her will to resist dissipated as the truth was revealed.

Her gaze moved among the crowd and finally fixed on Pei Chi'an. There was still a last glimmer of light in her expectant eyes. She hoped that this man who had given her everything would stand up and speak for her.

However, reality is always so cruel and ruthless.

Pei Chi'an's eyes were extremely cold. He knelt before the emperor and spoke in a steady and firm voice: "This woman is unscrupulous and her crime is unforgivable. Your Majesty, please punish her severely."

His kneeling and his words were like a ton of ice, instantly freezing all of Qin Nianxi's fantasies and hopes. The last glimmer of light in her heart was also extinguished at this moment.

She suppressed the pain in her heart, held her head high, and stared at the emperor with a cold gaze: "You have no right to punish me. Even if I am not the real Pei Jingliu, I am the imperial concubine appointed by His Majesty! I am the imperial concubine!"

Her voice was weak, but it was firm enough to not be ignored.

"You have no right!"

She emphasized again that the tone contained an unyielding will.

The emperor just sneered, his tone full of disdain: "Royal Concubine? Dowager Concubine? Those are the honors bestowed upon the daughter of the Pei family. How dare you, a lowly servant, act so presumptuously in front of me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, without allowing her to refute anything, the emperor decisively announced the verdict: "This person deceived the emperor, his crime is grave, he shall be torn into pieces by five horses, the execution will be carried out at noon tomorrow!"

"Five horses and quarters!"

The court was in an uproar again. This kind of extreme punishment had never been seen before since Emperor Xuan ascended the throne, and everyone was shocked.

An old minister stepped forward and tried to plead for Qin Nianxi: "Your Majesty, is this punishment too harsh?"

There was a hint of hesitation in his voice, but he still mustered up the courage to question.

The emperor's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he glanced at his ministers coldly: "Too harsh? You have been deceived by this witch for many years, and you still pity her excessiveness?"

As soon as these words came out, those old ministers who had been manipulated by Qin Nianxi could no longer tolerate such naked humiliation. After a brief thought, they all agreed: "It's not too much! She deserves it! If your majesty is still alive, he will definitely agree with this punishment."

Qin Nianxi's face was pale, like a dead tree without vitality, and there was only dead despair in her eyes.

She turned around abruptly and roared with all her strength: "You old bastards! How dare you look down on me!"

There was resentment and resentment in her voice.

The old ministers were stunned by her sudden outburst, and then angrily accused her: "This witch is so rude and disrespectful in the hall, she deserves the punishment she deserves!"

Even the old minister who had just tried to speak for her chose to remain silent, lowered his head, and avoided her pleading gaze.

Qin Nianxi was unwilling to give in and wanted to fight hard, using words to buy herself a glimmer of hope, but the swelling and pain on her lips seemed to worsen at this moment, making every word she said feel like it was piercing her heart.

Before she could speak, the emperor waved his hand and ordered: "Come, take her to the dungeon!"

At the command, the guards acted quickly and firmly controlled Qin Nianxi.

Qin Nianxi widened her bloodshot eyes, which were burning with flames of anger, and silently cast a cursing glance at everyone.

Seeing this, Siqi was worried that her words would pollute the palace, so she strode forward, picked up a shoe, and forcefully stuffed it into her mouth.

The heavy soles of the shoes instantly blocked her words. Coupled with the wounds that had not yet healed, she completely lost the ability to speak and could only make inarticulate whimpers.

Her eyes were filled with resentment and despair, and she scratched wildly trying to break free.

The guards showed no mercy and dragged her away from the scene roughly, like a criminal, towards the dark and damp dungeon.

A birthday banquet that was supposed to be a celebration became the final chapter of Concubine Pei's glorious life.

The emperor seemed very satisfied. Not only was he not in a hurry to end the banquet, but he ordered the performance to continue: "Continue, continue! Today we want to gather together, drink, have fun, listen to music and watch dance!"

"According to the order."

The ministers and their families responded, and the atmosphere of the banquet became lively again with the help of music and dance.

Su Wanyu returned to her seat and unexpectedly found a plate of pine nuts on the table.

Looking up across, Gu Linjun's desk was littered with pine shells.

While everyone was focusing on the toffee, he was quietly peeling pine nuts?

Thinking of this, Su Wanyu's mouth corners unconsciously raised, and she slowly picked up a pine nut and tasted it carefully.

Gu Linjun's eyes secretly slid towards her from the front, and seeing her enjoyment on her face, his frown finally relaxed. He raised his glass and drank the full glass of mellow aged wine, as if making a silent summary of this complicated day.

The music continued to play, the dancing figures danced gracefully, and the warm atmosphere of the banquet continued unabated.

"Excellent! Excellent!"

The sounds of admiration came one after another, concealing the complex emotions and unfinished stories hidden behind them.

On the throne, Emperor Xuan held a magnificent golden wine glass high above his head. His heroic shout seemed to penetrate every corner of the palace. The following loud laughter was like a spring breeze, dispelling the gloom that had been shrouded by the incident of Concubine Pei and making the atmosphere in the palace lively again.

The dignified imperial concubine had once enjoyed great glory and honor when she entered the imperial palace, but she left in silence and sadness, leaving behind sighs.