The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

On the execution ground, a fierce wind whipped up sand and dust, carrying a heavy stench of blood.

The red-robed saint moved like a ghost, his crimson sleeves fluttering and creating sharp gusts of wind.

Wang Xinyao wielded her phoenix sword with impenetrable skill, transforming it into a protective silver light, yet she was still forced to retreat steadily by the surging offensive.

Her white dress was stained with blood, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her breathing became rapid.

"Hmph, what a fool!" The red-robed saint let out a disdainful snort, his moves becoming even more ruthless, yet he skillfully avoided vital points.

His eyes were piercing, with a playful, cat-and-mouse expression, clearly indicating his intention to capture him alive.

Otherwise, Wang Xinyao would probably have already passed away.

On the other side, the battle between Ye Fan and Gou Hongying was also fierce.

After consuming the strange elixir bestowed by the Red-Robed Saint, Gou Hongying's previously weak aura suddenly surged, and even the deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder miraculously stopped bleeding, and even showed signs of closing up.

He was like a mad tiger, brandishing his weapon, and for a time he fought Ye Fan to a standstill.

"You old scoundrel, you think you can turn the world upside down with the strength you gained from drugs?" Ye Fan roared, his sword strikes like a storm, each strike accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.

However, relying on the effects of the medicine, Gou Hongying managed to withstand the relentless onslaught, though his internal organs were shaken so badly that his blood and qi churned, and blood foam kept spilling from the corners of his mouth.

In the chaos, the scattered energy inevitably affected the onlookers, and screams rose and fell. Many civilians were injured and fell to the ground, their blood staining the ground at the edge of the execution ground.

"Quick! Save her!" The two female medical officers from the medical team who came with Wang Xinyao displayed astonishing calmness and professionalism.

They moved swiftly among the injured, stopping bleeding, bandaging wounds, and administering emergency medications, their movements efficient and minimizing casualties as much as possible.

However, the entire execution ground remained like a hellish place, with cries, the clashing of weapons, and roars all intertwined.

Just as the chaos reached its peak, the crowd parted automatically, and two figures walked out steadily.

Yin Zhizi, the leader, had a cold and stern face and eyes as cold as ice. He swept across the battlefield and finally fixed his gaze on Gou Hongying.

“Commander Ye,” her voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone’s ears: “You and Ping An go help Xin Yao. Leave that old bastard Gou Hongying to me.”

Upon hearing the sound, Ye Fan feinted a strike to force Gou Hongying back, then withdrew without hesitation.

"Thank you for your help, Madam and Young Master Yin!"

He exchanged a glance with Yin Ping'an, who had been unable to contain himself any longer. The two of them moved swiftly and joined Wang Xinyao's battle, working together to fight against the red-robed saint who was like a demon god.

Yin Zhizi walked step by step toward Gou Hongying, each step feeling as if it were treading on his heart.

She didn't even use any weapons; she simply swung her palm seemingly casually.

"boom!"

Gou Hongying felt an irresistible force come over him, his protective aura shattered instantly, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

He struggled to get up, but felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and his eyes were filled with unbelievable fear.

"Poisonous...poisonous woman! How...how could you be so strong?"

Yin Zhizi looked down at him, a cold smile curving her lips.

There was no warmth in that smile, only bone-chilling hatred: "I am your master's own aunt, what do you say?"

"No...impossible! You previously..." Gou Hongying was interrupted by Yin Zhizi before he could finish speaking.

"Heh..." She let out a low, mocking laugh. "How ridiculous. You think I'm some pushover just because you're not going to bother with me?"

Before she finished speaking, she flicked her wrist, and a shiny black leather whip slid from her waist into her hand.

"Snapped!"

The whip flashed through the air with a sharp whistling sound, striking Gou Hongying precisely and instantly tearing his skin open.

"Ah—!" Gou Hongying let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"This lash is a punishment for your selling your daughter for personal gain, making Mei'er wish she were dead!"

"Crack!" Another lash struck, sending him tumbling wildly on the ground.

"This lash is a punishment for everything you've done to me over the past twenty years! Treating me like I'm nothing, using me, and humiliating me!"

"You wicked woman! Stop! You're murdering your husband!" Gou Hongying cried out in anguish.

He no longer cared about saving face and begged for mercy in a pitiful voice: "Madam! Madam! We have been husband and wife for more than 20 years. Please, for the sake of our past relationship, spare me!"

"Spare you?" Yin Zhizi laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, her laughter filled with endless sorrow and hatred: "How could that be!"

"Crack!" The third whip fell with the force of wind and thunder.

"This lash is for your attempt to please Yin Ling'er, to curry favor with the powerful and wealthy, and to ask for my hand in marriage, but in doing so, you caused the death of your first wife!"

"How...how did you know?!"

Gou Hongying suddenly looked up, a look of horror flashing in his eyes, and then he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Yin Zhizi remained unmoved, and the whip's shadow rose again.

"This lash is for you keeping a mistress but not treating her well, causing her to die with resentment, and for your own flesh and blood to suffer on the streets from a young age!"

"You vile woman! You...you still dare to mention it! It's all because of your jealousy that my son has disappeared!"

A fierce hatred erupted in Gou Hongying's eyes, a hatred that temporarily overshadowed the excruciating pain in her body.

"Blame me? Hahaha..." Yin Zhizi seemed to have heard the most ridiculous words in the world, her laughter filled with grief and indignation.

"Was it me who forbade you to take a concubine? Was it me who forced you to feign deep affection for Yin Ling'er and refuse to take a concubine? Your son... heh..."

Her laughter stopped abruptly, and her tone turned icy: "Do you know that your son once came to see you?"

"It was you! You personally arranged for the guards in the manor to beat your son, who came looking for his family, half to death!"

"What...what did you say?! No! Impossible!" Gou Hongying was struck as if by lightning, his whole body trembling violently.

“How could someone who has done so many bad things possibly remember such ‘trivial matters’?” Yin Zhizi’s tone was as cold as a knife.

"Do you remember that little beggar who was dressed in rags and covered in wounds at the entrance of the Gou family mansion one year?"

He kept calling your name, saying he was looking for you. Mei was there too…

The child called out "sister," but Mei'er was unaware of his existence and assumed he was just a stranger on the street trying to establish a connection.

She doesn't know, does she, Gou Hongying, not know that she has a son?

You said those were lowly bastards who came to freeload, and that they should be beaten to death. Yes, you personally ordered them to be beaten to death!

"A little... a little beggar?" Gou Hongying endured the excruciating pain, and from the depths of his chaotic memory, a blurry figure seemed to truly emerge...

A thin figure, whom he denounced as "damaging the image of the mansion," was driven away and beaten by his men...

The child's eyes at that moment held a look of despair and resentment...

His voice began to tremble: "It's...it's him..."

"You remember now?" Yin Zhizi sneered, "Yes, it was him! You personally ordered that your only son in this world be beaten to death!"

Now your daughter Mei'er has been ruined by you, neither human nor ghost. Your Gou family is... doomed to extinction! Hahaha..."

She laughed loudly, but her laughter carried an endless desolation.

"You... Pfft—!" Gou Hongying's eyes widened, his eyeballs filled with bloodshot veins.

Extreme regret, anger, and pain intertwined, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body convulsed violently a few times, then finally stiffened and remained motionless, his breath gone.

Yin Zhizi coldly stared at Gou Hongying, who lay lifeless on the ground. She put away her whip and whispered in a voice only she could hear.

"You are not worthy to know that your son Yang Hui is living very well in the Miao Kingdom."

Go to the underworld and slowly regret it. In your next life… don't be reborn as a human again; you don't deserve it.

Just as the fierce battle raged on the execution ground, deep within the palace, outside the gates of the Cold Palace, the atmosphere was as heavy as if frozen.

Emperor Zhao Guoan stood alone in front of the dilapidated palace gate, remaining silent for a long, long time.

The setting sun cast his shadow long, adding to his loneliness and desolation.

He finally slowly raised his hand and pushed open the door that held countless memories and sins.

"Your Majesty, please allow this servant to follow you inside," Eunuch Xu bowed, his voice filled with worry.

Zhao Guoan turned around and glanced at the Crown Prince Zhao Haoxuan, the old Prince Zhao Haoyang, Zhou Yunxi, and the elite guards led by Xiao Xizi who were standing guard behind him.

They have completely surrounded the Cold Palace.

“Yin Ling’er’s cultivation has been sealed and she poses no threat to me now.” Zhao Guoan shook his head, his voice hoarse and tired.

"You only need to guard the outer perimeter and prevent anyone from entering or leaving, and I will be safe. Xu De, remember, protect the imperial edict."

His gaze fell on the roll of bright yellow silk in Eunuch Xu's hand, which contained his final arrangements for the country and its people.

After saying that, he picked up the wine jug on Xu Gonggong's tray, walked heavily inside, and closed the door behind him.

"Guard them well! Not a single fly is allowed in!" Zhao Haoxuan ordered in a deep voice, his handsome face filled with solemnity.

He understood that his father was going to personally end a tragic relationship, a pain that even he, as the crown prince, could not share.

Inside the Cold Palace, the light was dim and a musty smell permeated the air.

Yin Ling'er huddled in the corner, her once stunningly beautiful face now haggard and her eyes vacant.

Hearing the door open, she abruptly looked up.

Upon seeing Zhao Guoan's figure, a look of disbelief and astonishment flashed in her eyes, before returning to a stagnant calm.

"You...you've finally come." Her voice was dry and hoarse. "Did you come to...see me off?"

Looking at the woman he once loved deeply but now hated to the core, Zhao Guoan was filled with mixed emotions.

He walked to the table, put down the wine pot, and sat down opposite her.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Yin Ling'er suddenly fell to the ground, hugged his leg, raised her tearful face, and begged in a mournful voice.

"Please! Let me go! I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"

From this day forward, I will only be content to be your concubine, and will no longer think of things that do not belong to me.

No more power struggles... Let's be like before, okay? Please..."