The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Chapter 303: Concubine Rong

The emperor's fingertips were tightly clenched around the silk, his knuckles turning white.

These words were imprinted in his eyes, as if with some strange power, grabbing his heart and making him breathless.

He has always been calm and composed, but at this moment, he felt a sense of absurdity and unreality in his heart.

But Empress Dowager Shouren was still scolding harshly.

"Oh, the Emperor!"

"I have said this countless times since you ascended the throne!"

"This woman cannot stay, she cannot stay!"

"Why don't you listen?"

The emperor took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, suppressed the churning emotions in his heart, turned his head to look at the empress dowager, and spoke in a low voice.

"Empress Dowager, please shut up first."

Then he threw the silk on the ground like garbage.

Empress Dowager Shouren was furious, her lips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something else, but in the end she closed her mouth and her face was frighteningly cold.

She knew her son well. He didn't want to be manipulated by others, even by her. She couldn't push him too hard.

Inside the hall, there was an eerie silence for a moment.

The emperor turned his head and looked at Concubine Rong who was still kneeling on the ground.

Her body was trembling slightly, her face was pale, and her eyes were red.

That delicate and beautiful face now looked haggard and in a very miserable state.

The emperor slowly squatted down, staring at her seriously, and suddenly stretched out his right hand to tightly hold her chin.

"Noble Concubine Rong, come here."

"Look up, look at me."

Rong Guipin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she finally raised her head slowly.

Her eyes were also blood red.

She and the emperor looked into each other's eyes.

At that moment, the emperor saw the panic and pain in her eyes, as well as a hint of madness that she tried hard to hide.

The emperor's fingers tightened slightly, pinching her chin painfully, and he spoke coldly.

"So many years."

"Isn't it good for you?"

The emperor stared at her with sharp eyes, listening to every word she said.

"Why are you still thinking about him?"

"Ok?"

"What's so good about him!"

His last words were almost growled.

There was a hint of extremely suppressed anger in his voice, and also... a hint of unwillingness.

Rong Guipin's body was shaking more and more, and the look in her eyes gradually became complicated.

She bit her lip and struggled violently, trying to break free from his grasp.

But the emperor just waved his hand.

"boom!"

Concubine Rong was thrown to the ground, her hands resting on the cold tiles, looking extremely miserable.

Before her eyes were scattered silks on the ground.

"Los Angeles, Los Angeles, Los Angeles..."

Every stroke reflects her obsession.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she stretched out her hand, gently touching the words as if she were touching a rare treasure.

Then he suddenly took the silk into his arms.

The tears in the eyes flickered slightly.

She slowly closed her eyes, her mouth trembling slightly, and murmured softly.

"He's better than you in everything."

Rong Guipin's voice was trembling, with a hint of sarcasm.

She raised her head, a hint of stubbornness appeared on her tear-stained face, and she spoke slowly, word by word.

"You are a tyrant who killed his brother and father!"

The voice just fell.

"boom!"

The emperor kicked her in the face!

Rong Guipin's forehead hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

She clenched her teeth and tried hard not to scream, but her lips became paler.

But even so, her hands still tightly grasped the piece of silk, unwilling to let go even a little.

The emperor slowly retracted his foot, looked down at her condescendingly, then turned and walked to a chair beside him and sat down steadily, tapping the armrests of the chair with his slender fingers, and each tap felt like a blow to one's heart.

He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a cold voice, revealing a bit of nonchalant sarcasm: "You are so brave."

There was deathly silence in the hall.

Concubine Rong leaned quietly on the table leg, half of her cheek was swollen, her chest heaving violently, and she tried her best to endure the pain.

But her eyes became clearer than ever before.

Perhaps she had reached a desperate situation, or perhaps she knew that she was on the brink of death.

Thinking about seeing Luo Cheng again, maybe it wouldn't be bad to die.

She slowly raised the corners of her lips, her smile bleak.

"Luo Xuan, you really praise me too much."

She lowered her eyelashes, her gaze fell on the silk in her arms, her fingertips slowly stroked the words, her voice hoarse.

"Compared to you, what are my thoughts?"

"I just... wrote down the name of the person I love most in the dead of night."

Then he raised his head and looked in the direction of the emperor, his eyes were indifferent, with a hint of ironic pity.

"And you..."

Her gaze slowly moved towards Empress Dowager Shouren, her eyes as sharp as a knife.

"And your mother, the honorable Empress Dowager of Tianyan Kingdom."

She smiled softly and shook her head slowly.

"Assassinating the crown prince, murdering the late emperor and the late queen..."

"My thoughts are nothing compared to yours."

The air seemed to be frozen.

No one spoke.

Only the curl of green smoke from the incense burner rose slowly in the silent hall, like the white flags in the mourning hall, swaying in the wind.

The emperor frowned slightly when he heard this.

Then he smiled.

The smile was extremely cold, like ice gushing out from the dark abyss, corroding the air in the hall bit by bit.

"Oh, so you know everything, my dear."

The tone was calm, even a little nonchalant.

"In that case——"

He paused slightly, as if savoring some different kind of pleasure, the corners of his lips slowly rising.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have sent you to reunite with Luo Cheng."

"It doesn't matter...it doesn't matter..."

"I have slept on the same bed with Luo Cheng's beloved woman for so many years..."

The emperor's voice was extremely gentle, and each word he spoke was slow, yet it made people shudder.

“It’s worth it.”

"After all, you gave your virginity to me."

Empress Dowager Shouren watched coldly with a complicated expression. In the end, she just snorted coldly and did not interrupt.

But Concubine Rong on the ground suddenly widened her eyes and stared at the emperor.

Her chest heaved violently, and the anger and pain in her eyes almost swallowed her whole.

The emperor continued casually.

"Maybe that night, Luo Cheng's ghost was standing in the temple, watching us making love."

He smiled, with a chilling look in his eyes.

"After all, his beloved woman is enjoying herself under me."

"..."

"Ahhh!"

Concubine Rong suddenly let out a hoarse scream, like a wild beast that was completely cornered!

She struggled to her feet suddenly, her face full of madness, her eyes staring at the emperor like a poisonous snake, and the next moment, she pounced on him!

But before she could get close, the emperor's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he raised his foot and kicked her hard!

"boom!"

"puff!"

Rong Guipin's body was kicked out and hit heavily on the carved table beside her, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth!

Even though blood was oozing from the corner of her mouth, she smiled in an extremely sarcastic manner.

"Luo Xuan, you have schemed so hard that you killed your father and brother to ascend to the throne. But do you know what is the most tragic thing about you?"

"You have three thousand concubines in your harem, but not one of them has ever truly loved you."

"Even if Los Angeles turns to dust, it is still better than living a clean and upright life like you."

"It's you, just like your mother. Even if you climb to the highest point in the world by stepping on countless bones, you are still just a lowly thief."

The emperor's face was frighteningly gloomy, with dark currents surging in his eyes and his fists clenched tightly in his sleeves.

Concubine Rong sneered, raised her hand and casually wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, her eyes full of crazy mockery.

"You've lived your whole life, everyone fears you, respects you, and is terrified of you, but what happens in the end?"

Her eyes were cold and her tone was as gentle as a lover's whisper.

"There's not even one person who truly loves you..."

He sneered, and suddenly a crisp sound came from his mouth, as if something was broken.

Within a few seconds, she suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining her clothes red.

But she laughed, and laughed wildly.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Luo Xuan, how do you know that your women have never been involved with other men?"

"How can you be sure that the blood flowing in your princes and princesses is really yours?"

She slowly raised her eyes, blood on the corners of her lips, and uttered the last words with a smile...

"Even Imperial Concubine Jing... and the Queen... also..."

"also……"