Marry my elder sister? Fine! I'll give you the letter of annulment and marry someone else.

At this moment, she missed the time when she was in the capital city very much. She had such a glorious life back then.

But all this was ruined and turned into nothing.

Sun wanted to cry, but she found that the tears on her face made the wound even more painful.

The pain was piercing at first, but gradually became numb.

She leaned against the wall and gradually became unconscious. Suddenly, she seemed to see a different situation.

She was like an outsider, seeing that she had not divorced Song Yang. She had been serving as the prime minister's wife in a glorious manner, and Yale had also become outstandingly talented under her training. People who wanted to marry her were almost breaking down the threshold of the Song Mansion.

As for Song Zhi.

Oh, she saw that Song Zhi married into the Eastern Palace.

But Song Zhi was not happy. She was gloomy and never smiled.

But as a mother, she didn't seem to care about these things, and she never went to the East Palace to visit her once.

She took care of Song Yale's daily life with all her heart, taking every detail into consideration for fear that she would be unhappy in the slightest.

When she heard that the prince had successfully ascended the throne and was going to marry Yale as his queen, she not only did not think that this was unfair to Song Zhi, but instead felt that only the position of queen, who was the mother of the country, was worthy of Yale, whom she had carefully cared for.

She happily prepared the wedding clothes and various things, and even the most insignificant little items were made of the most precious materials.

But she didn't get to see Yale ascend the throne.

On that pitch-black night, the Imperial Guards rushed into the Song Mansion like water. The darkness covered all the evil. The entire Song Mansion was filled with wailing, and then not a single piece of armor was left.

She grabbed the hand of a royal guard in shock and said, "I am the mother of the current queen, how dare you do this!"

The man shook off her hand and sneered, "The Emperor has personally issued an order that the Song family be executed for treason. As for the Empress, her mother's tablet is safely kept in the Sun family ancestral hall. Who dares to claim a relationship with the Empress?"

Sun was stunned. Before she could say anything, her throat was cut by a sharp knife.

Blood gushed out. Until her death, she could not believe that her niece, whom she loved so much, would allow Mu Qinghan to kill her.

But in her dying moments, she saw Song Yale leaning on Mu Qinghan's arms and walking in with a sweet smile. She looked at the corpses on the ground with disgust and frowned, saying, "Your Majesty, your body is worth millions, why do you have to come here in person? Are you still not confident in the Imperial Guards' work? There must be no one alive in the Song Mansion."

As she spoke, she covered her lips and laughed, "No, there is still a survivor in the cold palace. I haven't seen my sister for a long time. I have to go tell her the good news later."

Mu Qinghan laughed proudly, "You are really smart. You have been enduring humiliation in the Song Mansion and waiting for today's decisive blow. Tomorrow, when Song Yang's letter of treason is presented in the court, it will depend on the Queen to take action."

Song Yale said: "Of course, in the past two years, I have imitated his handwriting perfectly. Even if he were to be resurrected, he wouldn't be able to recognize the difference."

The two men smiled knowingly, completely ignoring the fact that Sun's body was not far away.

Sun really wanted to rush over and ask Anya Song why she did this.

The things she possessed were things that even her biological daughter Song Zhi did not have, not to mention her decades-long preference for her.

After raising a wolf for a long time, she has developed feelings for it. It would be fine for others, but why doesn't she even plan to let her go?

As a woman, she believed that as long as Song Yale asked for mercy, Mu Qinghan might let her go.

As if sensing her doubt, Mu Qinghan said, "Your aunt treated you well. Why don't you, Queen, collect her body and bury her?"

Song Yale laughed contemptuously, "How can the wife of a guilty minister be called my aunt? In my opinion, it would be better to throw her directly into the mass grave and feed her to the dogs."

She twisted her waist and left with a smug look on her face.

Sun lay in a pool of blood, the light in her eyes suddenly extinguished.

As if the shock was too great, Sun, as a bystander, stood there blankly as if he had lost his soul.

After a long while, she rushed to Anya Song like crazy.

"This can't be true, this can't be true, Yale, it's me, it's Mom, didn't you say you loved Mom the most?"

But Song Yale couldn't hear, and she told Sun's story to Mu Qinghan as a joke, "There's probably no one in the world as stupid as her. She doesn't care about her own daughter but loves someone else's daughter. She even wants to repay her kindness and tie me to her for the rest of my life. Every time I call her mother, I feel sick."

"You don't know, when I was little, I just had to beckon her finger and she couldn't wait to leave her daughter and come to coax me."

Sun's face showed an expression of disbelief. It turned out that Song Yale's well-behaved and sensible behavior in front of her was all fake.

It turned out that this was how Anya Song viewed her, unknown to her.

All the maintenance at the time turned into a joke, showing how outrageous what she did was.

It was like being hit on the head by a stick, and Sun almost couldn't stand

Wrong, it has always been wrong.

She stared at Anya Song with bloodshot eyes, no longer showing any trace of kindness.

"How could you do this to me? I put my whole heart into you. I treat you better than my own daughter. How could you do this to me?"

Sun's voice was sharp and piercing, tears of anger welling up in her eyes, her chest shaking violently from her heavy breathing.

But how could Song Yale hear her words across time and space? No matter how crazy she was, Song Yale just got on the departing carriage gracefully.

Sun wanted to chase after him, but found that she could not escape from the Song Mansion.

Finally, he fell to the ground powerlessly, his eyes empty and confused, as if he had lost all hope.

She let out a violent scream from her chest and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

What has she done, what has she done!

She let the wolf into the house and harmed her family who were really good to her.

For someone like Anya Song, she actually did so many foolish things.

When Youyou woke up, it was exactly three minutes past midnight.

There were scattered stars in the sky, and every house was brightly lit. The happy laughter and chatter came through the wall into her ears, making her look particularly desolate.

A cool breeze blew, and she couldn't help shivering because of the cold.

There was blood at the corner of Sun's mouth and her tears had not yet dried.

She wished that what she had just experienced was a dream. Yes, it was a dream.

But combined with Mu Qinghan's previous crazy words, she clearly realized that this was not a dream.

They must have lived like this all their lives.

No wonder Song Zhi's feelings for her disappeared so suddenly. He just said no.

It's her own fault. It's her own fault.

For the first time, Sun sincerely shed tears of regret. There was indeed no one in the world more stupid than her. The Sun family bloodline was all fake, fake.

The belief she had always held on to collapsed, and she no longer had any motivation to live.

She took one last look at this disgusting world and banged her head against the wall with all her strength.