Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

Seeing that Chen Lanyue still held a glimmer of hope for her father, Ren Baozhi closed her eyes.

After tonight, perhaps there will be no hope anymore.

Chen Lanyue crawled over on her knees, hugged Chen Gongzheng's legs, and begged, "Father, please let my sister and stepmother go. It's really not their fault. Father, please listen to me..."

Seeing her disheveled appearance, Chen Gongzheng looked at her like she was trash. He kicked Chen Lanyue away and said, "You look like this now. Even if you marry a country boy, you will be rejected. You are not worthy of being my daughter, Chen Gongzheng!"

The kick was quite powerful. Chen Lanyue already had a wound on her forehead, and now the wound was even more serious. Blood mixed with tears flowed out, and it stung her eyes when it flowed into her eyes.

Chen Lanyue didn't care about her wounds. She struggled to get up and crawled to Chen Gongzheng's legs. "Aye, didn't you say Yue'er is your most pampered daughter? Don't you like Yue'er the most?"

As she spoke, she finally burst into tears. She didn't understand why everything turned out like this after just going out for a while.

Why did her Aye become like this?

She didn't understand, and she was still begging: "Father, please, please let my sister and stepmother go. Yue'er is willing to take the punishment for my sister."

"Hmph, now that you've been abused by a stranger, you've become a disgrace to me, Chen Gongzheng!"

Ren Baozhi really couldn't bear to see Chen Lanyue, who was once so arrogant, now lying at a man's feet and begging.

It's time to end this farce.

After the servant carried Qingqiu to the main hall, he let go of his hand and held the stick, ready to punish him at any time.

So, while Chen Gongzheng's attention was all on Chen Lanyue, Ren Baozhi secretly winked at Qingqiu and looked in the direction of her room.

Seeing Ren Baozhi's resolute eyes, Qingqiu understood and a sense of determination rose in his heart. He knew that he could not stay in this family.

Qingqiu found the right moment and left the main hall quietly.

Chen Gongzheng wanted to kick Chen Lanyue away again, but was stopped by Yunjia. Yunjia said, "My dear, Yue'er is also an innocent victim in today's disaster. She suffered this today. If you continue like this, I'm afraid Yue'er will not be able to bear it, my dear."

"Shut up! It's not your turn to teach me how to be the head of this family! My Chen family never keeps useless things. She has been eating and drinking for free in my Chen family for more than ten years, but now she is of no use at all. If she can't bear it, she can die. Then you can give birth to a more beautiful and obedient daughter for me."

Yunjia's legs went weak and she staggered and fell to the ground. The servant beside her hurriedly helped her up.

She looked at her husband in disbelief, unable to believe that he was actually going to abandon Yue'er.

After a while, Qingqiu brought Jiangchun and Yaoxia to the front yard quietly. They rushed into the main hall like a gust of wind. Only a slight sound of bones breaking was heard. The servants who held Yundu hostage had their necks twisted and died on the spot.

Seeing that Yundu was no longer in danger, Ren Baozhi took advantage of the moment when Chen Gongzheng was stunned and picked up Chen Lanyue and rushed out of the main hall.

With a light tap of his toes and a push of one hand, he jumped over the wall and disappeared into the night.

The two of them also imitated the way the pregnant woman hugged the branch, and with jealousy, they used the force to turn over and leave the Chen Mansion.

Chen Gongzheng was so angry that he was shaking all over: "Chase him!

The servants finally came to their senses and chased out of the courtyard gate.

They knew that if they didn't obey their master, they would only survive until tonight.

Chen Gongzheng kicked over the table, and his sinister eyes swept over Yunjia next to him. He walked towards her step by step, like a devil crawling out of hell.

The moon tonight is particularly strange, like a huge eye, coldly watching over this desolate land.

This is a hill at the southernmost part of Chang'an City. Few people remember its original name, but the people living in Chang'an City call it "Burial Hill".

It is called the "burial mound" because most of the ordinary people in Chang'an City are buried here. The hill is densely covered with tombstones, like a tumor of the mountain.

These tombstones spread along the mountain to the foot of the mountain and its surrounding areas. Some families with poor financial conditions buried their bodies directly in the ground without coffins or tombstones. They looked like pustules bulging on the ground.

"Madam, please spare me! Madam, please spare me! Please let me go!"

A plump middle-aged man kowtowed and begged for mercy with tears streaming down his face. Judging from his clothes, he had no worries about food and clothing.

The woman in black sitting on the tombstone remained unmoved. She just held her chin and leisurely admired the woman's desperate look as she begged for mercy.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful."

The woman in black spoke, a woman's voice, with a somewhat uncomfortably sweet taste, like melted syrup in the summer, covered in black ants.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he was so frightened that he banged his head and cried even louder.

"Mother," the woman in black hooked her finger, "Come here."

The woman trembled like a sieve and dared not take a step forward.

"What's wrong, mother?" The woman in black stood up from the tombstone and asked with feigned concern, "Are you afraid of me, mother?"

Her half-step forward startled the woman so much that she fell backwards, barely supporting herself with her hands, the flesh on her face shaking constantly.

"You came to Chang'an with me, and I trusted you so much, yet you still acted like that old man's dog. You are truly a good mother to me."

"I was wrong! Madam, I won't dare to do it again!" The woman trembled as she took out a small bottle from her bosom and handed it to the woman in black. "Here is the antidote. Please let me go!"

Just as the woman in black took the antidote, a cold light flashed between the woman's fingers holding the porcelain bottle, and a slender dagger pierced the bottle and pointed accurately at the woman's chest.

The medicine bottle shattered into pieces in an instant, and the white powder scattered all over.

"Well--"

But the one who moaned was not the woman in black, but the woman who took the initiative.

The sharp hairpin scratched the woman's neck, leaving an elegant line of blood. With another push, blood gushed out.

The woman fell to the ground with her eyes wide open.

The dagger in her chest was not inserted very deeply, and the woman in black pulled it out swiftly, as if she didn't feel any pain.

I didn't expect that this woman actually had a trick up her sleeve. It seems that if I want the antidote, I can only wait until she reaches the age of 15 and ask the old man for it.

The woman's blood sprayed all over the black-clad woman's face. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her fingertips, put it into her mouth, and said in disdain, "It stinks."

Before she could finish admiring the woman's expression as she died with her eyes open, she caught the sound of subtle footsteps.

The footsteps were still far away from her and seemed a little flustered and unstable. They must be hiding from someone and had been walking for a long time.

Looking more closely, it should be the footsteps of four women, two of whom have heavier footsteps, probably carrying something heavy.

It's so late at night and there are still women going to the burial mound.

The woman in black used her body to cover the broken pieces of medicine bottle on the ground. She moved her body and disappeared silently in the blink of an eye.

On a tree on the Burial Hill, a faint figure blended into the darkness.