This villain has become a ghost

She killed someone.

Extreme fear and collapse engulfed her. She staggered a few times, the smell of blood lingering in her mind. After running a few steps, she finally fainted.

Die soon.

Why aren’t you dead yet?

Why hasn't she died yet?

Let her die here.

...But she still couldn't get rid of it after all, someone saved her.

Qiu Lin saved her.

He was the high and mighty Grand Marshal, who was ordered to come to Jingzhou on business. He saved her, a poor and helpless orphan, by the way. He didn't even mind that she had killed people and had been a girl in Zuixianlou.

He is a good man.

But her biological daughter Qiu Sinian is not.

The scalding tea, the beatings and humiliations he used to vent his anger, the sun that burned his skin, the knees that were red and swollen from kneeling...

Why on earth…

Why do you have such strong malice towards her? She clearly did nothing...

She told Qiu Lin that she wanted to leave.

She wants to be free.

She can forget everything in the past and just hope that the future will bring her peace.

Qiu Lin agreed.

His old face was full of majesty, and he was kind to her, just like treating his own daughter.

Although he didn't understand, he agreed.

She should have just left.

But she made the wrong choice the second time.

Today is Qiu Lin’s birthday party.

It was also on this day that she saw a pair of eyes similar to Jiang Lan's.

That was the Fourth Prince, named Nangong Mingzhu, a young man covered in wounds, gloomy and pale.

She would never forget those eyes, which were almost exactly the same as Jiang Lan's.

But it seems different.

She secretly saw that the boy's fingers were scalded by the imperial concubine with tea, and he was dragged behind the rockery and beaten by the guards beside the imperial concubine, but he endured it without saying a word.

However, the imperial concubine seemed to have decided to kill him.

He actually took advantage of the fact that he was far away from the palace and ordered him to be drowned in the lake.

She could tell that the boy was afraid of water.

Because when he was being humiliated and beaten, his eyes were full of indomitable spirit, but when he saw the water, his face turned extremely pale, as if he was afraid.

When she saw him, she felt like she saw another self.

The boy was thrown into the water.

That handsome yet pale face gradually suffocated in the water, struggling in vain, and instead sinking deeper and deeper.

Luo Tong clutched the corner of the quilt tightly. The nightmare became deeper and deeper. It kept grabbing at him, as if it wanted to drag him into an endless abyss. Sweat soaked the pillow.

Don't go save him.

Hurry up.

Don't save him.

But the dream was still beyond her control.

She made the wrong choice for the third time.

……

The imperial concubine's beautiful and noble face stared at her without blinking, her cold hand gently lifted her chin, her eyes full of danger.

"The young lady from the Qiu family is really nice."

"Some people should be saved, and some shouldn't be saved. Since... you don't even understand this most basic truth, then I will teach you."

She didn't kill her.

Nor did she kill Nangong Mingzhu, whom she had rescued with great difficulty.

Because the emperor personally attended the Taiwei's birthday banquet.

"Your Majesty, this young lady from the Qiu family is truly courageous. The Fourth Prince just accidentally fell into the lake, and she disregarded the danger and personally went down to the lake to save him."

"Really? There's such a thing!"

The late emperor had a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes, which still had a unique charm even as he grew older.

She looked into those eyes and instantly understood everything.

This is no coincidence.

Why did the boy named Nangong Qianshang have the last name "Nangong"? Who was the unfaithful man that Jiang Lan mentioned? Why did Nangong Mingzhu have eyes similar to Jiang Lan's?

She has figured out all these problems.

"You are indeed a beauty! I think... the Fourth Prince is also of marriageable age. How about I grant you a marriage?"

"Oh, Your Majesty, you are biased. The eldest prince is still unmarried, so it should be our eldest prince's turn."

"Hey, my beloved, you can't say that. I have my own considerations..."

"..."

The emperor and the imperial concubine were still discussing this matter. It should have been just a joke, but their casual words deprived her of the freedom she was about to have.

She felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave, her whole body shaking violently.

Why did she save him?

He is obviously Jiang Lan's son.

However, in order to save her enemy's son, she sacrificed her own freedom and hope, and caused the imperial concubine to turn against her, plunging her into the abyss of despair with no hope left.

The heavy shackles engulfed her in endless darkness, making her as silent and cold as dead water.

Luo Tong's tears seemed to have dried up and she couldn't shed a single tear. Her forehead was covered with fine cold sweat and she couldn't open her eyes. She was helpless and dazed as she sank deeper and deeper into the nightmare.

"My Queen, my Queen, please wake up..."

"Wake up quickly..."

The maid called out anxiously, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.

Luo Tong gasped for breath, his eyes suddenly opened, the bright light from the sky hurt his eyeballs, a tear finally flowed slowly from his eye socket, he felt dizzy, weak all over, cold sweat on his back.

She looked out the window and saw that it was already bright outside.

"...What time is it now?" Luo Tong's voice was very hoarse.

"It's already noon." The palace maid said as she helped her up and fed her some water.

The maid cautiously said, "...Your Majesty, would you like me to help you with your dressing? His Majesty is waiting outside the palace. He said he will see you after you wake up."

"No need," Luo Tong said gloomily, "...His Majesty had me confined a long time ago, but I disobeyed his orders and insisted on going to see the virtuous concubine."

"You're here to punish me anyway, so whether you put on makeup or not...it doesn't matter."

The main hall of Shuhua Palace.

Luo Tong was simply wearing an outer coat. He was thin, with a pale and fragile face that would break like glass if squeezed.

"Bless your Majesty."

"I'm sorry to have kept Your Majesty waiting. I beg your forgiveness."

Nangong Mingzhu held a book in one hand, leaning on the chair, picking up a page of paper with his slender knuckles and reading it carefully.

Seeing her being supported by a palace maid and slowly approaching, Nangong Mingzhu stopped her from bowing and said lightly, "No need."

"sit down."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Nangong Mingzhu put down the book and asked, "Did you go to see the virtuous concubine last night?"

Luo Tong lowered his eyelashes.

As expected, he was here to be held accountable.

"Yes." She said.

Nangong Mingzhu continued, "He left the palace last night, and he hasn't returned until today, the day when the concubines should have paid their respects to the Queen Mother."

"If nothing unexpected happens, he will never come back."

Luo Tong curled her fingertips, raised her misty eyes, and asked tentatively: "Since Your Majesty knows, why don't you go after him?"

"Because I don't care."

"As for you," Nangong Mingzhu tapped his fingers on the table slowly and calmly, "...If I'm not mistaken, you couldn't bear to kill him, or you couldn't bear to use drugs to control him?"