After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

Everyone thought that this thrilling palace coup was about to end, but when Murong Ling'er stepped out of the main hall, she was faced with an unexpected change.

Liu'er appeared in front of everyone, holding a dagger and pressing it tightly against Huo Shuixian's neck.

Her hands trembled slightly, revealing her inner nervousness and panic: "Let our queen go, or I will cut her throat immediately!"

Huo Shuixian was thin, like a fallen leaf in the wind, and her exposed skin was covered with scars, with new wounds appearing before the old ones healed. Her once bright and beautiful face was now haggard and old, as if it had gone through countless vicissitudes of life.

Murong Ling'er stood on the steps in front of the hall, the rosy glow outlining her graceful figure, like a fairy walking out of a painting, otherworldly and breathtakingly beautiful.

This beautiful scene was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into Huo Shuixian's heart.

At this moment, she was being held tightly by Liu'er, her clothes were tattered and her hair was messy, forming a sharp contrast with Murong Ling'er.

She could never have imagined that she would be in such a miserable state when she met Murong Ling'er again. One was a fairy admired by everyone, while the other was like a trapped beast struggling in the quagmire.

Their eyes met in the air, and for a moment, the surrounding noise seemed to disappear, leaving only the complicated look in each other's eyes.

Murong Ling'er looked at Huo Shuixian quietly, her expression as calm as water. She was neither panicked because her sister was being held hostage, nor did she show the slightest anxiety.

Liu'er looked at Murong Ling'er's calm appearance, and a nameless anger surged in her heart. She exerted force with her hand, and the sharp tip of the knife gently scratched Huo Shuixian's slender neck. A blood mark appeared instantly, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down her snow-white skin, soon soaking her clothes red.

"I'll say it one last time, let my queen go, otherwise, I will really kill her!" Liu'er's voice trembled slightly because of nervousness and anger, and the dagger in her hand flashed coldly in the sunlight.

Murong Ling'er raised her eyebrows, her eyes lightly sweeping over the expressionless Huo Shuixian. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned slowly against the vermilion pillar beside her. She opened her red lips slightly and said, "Then kill her! I don't care."

"What?" Liu'er seemed to have heard something unbelievable. She almost dropped the dagger in her hand. She subconsciously lowered her head to look at Huo Shuixian in front of her, her eyes full of confusion. "Isn't she your biological sister?"

"In terms of blood relationship, yes." Murong Ling'er's voice was still calm, without a trace of emotion, and her face did not show any concern for her biological sister.

Liu'er was startled. She knew that Huo Shuixian was indeed Murong Ling'er's biological sister, but they had been separated since childhood and grew up in completely different environments.

Could it be that the relationship between these two sisters has really become so bad that they are indifferent to each other's life and death?

But soon, she calmed down again. She firmly believed that no matter how deep the hatred was, no one could watch their loved ones die in front of them.

Murong Ling'er must be bluffing, she must not be fooled. Thinking of this, Liu'er sneered and said viciously: "I think you won't cry until you see the coffin. If that's the case, don't blame me for being cruel!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu'er slashed the dagger towards Huo Shuixian's neck.

However, at the last moment when the sharp blade was about to cut Huo Shuixian's throat, a hint of hesitation suddenly flashed through Liu'er's mind, and the blade shifted slightly, cutting at the junction of the neck and shoulders.

In an instant, a scar deep enough to see the bone appeared, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Huo Shuixian trembled with pain, her body involuntarily arched slightly, and her brows were tightly furrowed.

She bit her lips hard and swallowed the cry of pain that was about to come out of her throat.

A few steps away, Murong Ling'er was still leaning steadily against the pillar, as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her. She even had the leisure to look up slightly and take in the layout of the palace.

Behind her, Chu Lingfeng stood quietly like a tall green pine, while Zhao Hao crossed his arms and watched everything coldly. The guards and palace maids around him also had no expression on their faces, as if Huo Shuixian's life or death was not worth their attention at all.

Seeing this scene, Liu'er's originally firm confidence suddenly shattered.

It turned out that Murong Ling'er really didn't care about her sister's life or death. If she hadn't changed the direction of the blade at the last minute, Huo Shuixian would probably have died by now.

Thinking of Huo Shuixian, who had been so kind to her, Liu'er felt sad. Since she couldn't save her, she would never let the person she hated the most have an easy time.

Thinking of this, a hint of determination flashed in Liu'er's eyes, and she looked angrily at the beautiful yet cold woman opposite her.

"Be careful!" Just as Huo Shuixian was becoming increasingly conscious due to the pain, she suddenly heard a slight "click" coming from under the wide sleeves of the person behind her.

Although the sound was small, it was like a thunder exploding in her ears.

Huo Shuixian instinctively realized the danger, shouted with all her strength, and at the same time turned around and pounced with all her might.

Then, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if something hot instantly pierced her heart.

"You...Puff!" Huo Shuixian opened her mouth and a large amount of blood spurted out.

She stared blankly down at her chest, where she saw a thin, long silver needle inserted, with a small strand of colorful silk thread tied to the end. The needle was now soaked in blood and swayed gently in the breeze.

Not far away, Murong Ling'er's outstretched hand paused in the air for a moment, a cold light flashing on her slender fingers. A complex emotion flashed in her eyes, and then she lightly flicked towards the fallen Liu'er.

Liu'er, who was about to launch another attack, felt a sharp pain in her head, her vision went dark, and she fell straight down, losing consciousness.

Murong Ling'er's sudden act of protection caught everyone off guard.

Chu Lingfeng and Zhao Hao were both aware of the grudge between the Huo sisters. Precisely because of this, Huo Shuixian's subconscious action just now was particularly surprising.

Seeing Murong Ling'er standing there in a daze, Chu Lingfeng walked over gently and whispered in her ear, "Go and take a look!"

Murong Ling'er finally woke up from her dream and slowly walked towards Huo Shuixian. Her steps were heavy and her eyes were full of complicated emotions. No one knew what she was thinking at the moment.

Huo Shuixian was like a fallen leaf, lying powerlessly on Liu'er's gradually cooling body, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. The bright red blood spread on the ground, mixing with Liu'er's blood, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

Her eyes were wide open, staring at Liu'er's lifeless face, her eyes empty and blank.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing a hint of coolness, but it couldn't blow away the pervasive smell of blood.

Huo Shuixian's hair was blown wildly by the wind, sticking messily to her blood-stained face.

Huo Shuixian raised the corners of her mouth slightly, forcing a self-deprecating smile that was full of bitterness and helplessness. As she laughed, her throat tightened and another large mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing onto Liu'er's clothes.

At this moment, a pair of white brocade shoes embroidered with light blue patterns appeared in her blurry vision.

Huo Shuixian felt that the pattern on the shoe was like a swimming snake, making her dizzy. She raised her head with difficulty, and the muscles in her neck were so sore that every movement felt like tearing the wound.

She looked up along the shoe surface, and first saw a white long skirt swaying in the wind, with delicate auspicious cloud patterns embroidered on the hem. Further up, there was a slender waist, but when her eyes moved to the other person's face, everything in front of her was blurry and she couldn't see the face clearly.