I am favored by the tyrant, so what if I am vicious?

"Empress Jia...I was wrong, please forgive me."

Zhou Lingge lowered his eyes and glanced at the blood-soaked face of the palace maid, whose appearance was no longer recognizable.

"Qiaozhen?"

A glint of joy flashed in Qiaozhen's eyes, and she burst into tears of joy: "My Lady, do you still remember me? My Lady, I know I was wrong, please forgive me, okay?"

"I will definitely be loyal to you from now on and will never betray you for money or anything else."

Zhou Lingge curled her lips and smiled gently.

She slowly squatted down, ignoring her blood-stained dress.

She reached out and touched Qiaozhen's bloody cheek.

She leaned close to Qiaozhen and spoke word by word, her voice audible only to the two of them: "Do you know what I most want to do to you right now? For those who betray me... I wish I could personally gut them and chop them into pulp."

"You're lucky to be beaten to death so easily... Qingying doesn't have such good luck! So Qiaozhen, you must learn to cherish..."

After she said that, she raised her hand and tidied up Qiaozhen's messy blood-stained hair.

"Go well, and if there is a next life, don't enter the palace as a maid again..."

Qiaozhen's eyes were filled with fear as she looked at Zhou Lingge in disbelief.

She looked at her smile and suddenly felt extremely creepy.

This is not the smile of a living person.

There was no warmth in those eyes. They were not the eyes of a living person.

Qiaozhen couldn't help but scream, and she quickly let go of Zhou Lingge's dress.

Zhou Lingge stood up slowly and brushed off her bloodstained dress nonchalantly.

She just stood there, watching with indifferent eyes as Qiaozhen was beaten to death bit by bit.

Some of the blood on Qiaozhen's back even splashed onto Zhou Lingge's dress and embroidered shoes.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked around, all she saw was blood red.

Cries, wails, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Although the lights were bright, they could not cover up the glaring red, which brought a piercing chill to people... The onlookers, the palace maids, prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling with fear. Their faces were pale, they cried in fear, trembling with fear, sobbing in their throats, unable to utter a single word.

This is simply hell on earth.

Since Qin Feiling ascended the throne, he has never committed a massacre, but today... the young emperor broke the killing rule for the first time in order to vent his anger for Concubine Jia.

Zhou Lingge was lost in thought when Qin Feiling approached with a frown.

"There's blood on my dress and shoes... Ge'er, are you scared?"

Zhou Lingge pursed her lips and was about to shake her head, but the next moment, Qin Feiling squatted down, took out a handkerchief from her arms, and wiped the blood stains on her embroidered shoes.

She couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The surroundings, which were originally filled with sobbing and crying, suddenly became quiet.

Everyone was shocked by Qin Feiling's actions. Their eyes were full of disbelief. They never thought that the emperor of a country would condescend to a woman and personally wipe her embroidered shoes?

The snow-white sleeves were stained with bright red blood, just like the plum blossoms blooming in winter, gorgeous and colorful, charming the eyes.

Zhou Lingge looked at it in a daze... Her heart suddenly trembled, and she immediately took a few steps back.

Because of panic, she staggered and almost fell.

Qin Feiling frowned and quickly stood up, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Why are you panicking? Be careful."

Zhou Lingge leaned into his arms again, and his unique ambergris slowly drifted into her nostrils.

Her originally restless heart suddenly calmed down.

Why is he so nice to her?

It was so good that it seemed to have transcended the boundaries of him being the emperor and her being the palace concubine.

However, isn't this the effect she has always been expecting?

What is she worried about?

This is a great thing for her. She should accept it with pleasure and continue to work hard to seduce and capture Qin Feiling's heart.

Zhou Lingge laughed softly, and the blood stain on her sleeve accidentally scratched Qin Feiling's chin.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air around the two of them.

She grabbed his collar, stood on tiptoe, and brought her blood-red lips closer to his thin lips and gently pressed them against his.

"Your Majesty, you treat me so well. I must return the favor..."

She kissed him. Above were stars, the ground was covered in blood, a blood-stained purgatory!

The tall and young emperor held the beautiful woman in his arms in a daze, and gradually turned from passive to active.

The two kissed passionately, not caring at all about the palace maids around them who were about to die... He held the power of life and death, and could take the lives of so many people with just a few words.

In their eyes, human life is worthless.

They don't care about the passing of any life at all. They have supreme imperial power and are the highest rulers in the world.

Bloody, cruel... violent, brutal.

The sorrows and joys of this world are never shared.

Qin Feiling's eyes gradually turned scarlet.

His rationality was completely shattered by Zhou Lingge. He panted, kissed her, picked her up and quickly left this hell on earth.

The killing and death are still going on, but it has nothing to do with them anymore.

They indulged in pleasure...enjoying the most beautiful love in the world!

That night, Zhou Lingge was extremely excited.

She and Qin Feiling were in love and spent a wonderful night together.

When they went to court in the morning, Qin Feiling kissed her so intently that he was almost reluctant to let go and leave her.

His straight nose touched her neck and chest... He kissed and sniffed gently, as if he wanted to tear her apart bit by bit and swallow her whole.

Zhou Lingge smiled sweetly, and pushed his chest away with her soft hands.

"Your Majesty, I am truly exhausted and want to sleep... Please hurry up and go to court. Do not be lazy..."

Qin Feiling chuckled helplessly, his eyes full of doting.

He reached out and scratched her nose, then reluctantly got up to change clothes and wash up.

Zhou Lingge leaned back in the soft and warm bedding on the bed and closed her eyes comfortably like a cat.

After Qin Feiling finished washing and changing her clothes, he lifted the bed curtain and saw her graceful figure, as well as the quilt that had slipped off her shoulders, revealing her fair and delicate curves.

He couldn't help swallowing, and his eyes gradually deepened.

He leaned over and gently kissed her fair and delicate collarbone with his thin lips.

Zhou Lingge pushed him impatiently, turned around and said with her back to him: "Stop messing around, I'm really tired."

Qin Feiling smiled helplessly. He reached out and patted her perky buttocks, then reluctantly calmed down, straightened his messy dragon robe, and went to court.

The hall gradually became quiet.

Zhou Lingge heard Qin Feiling's footsteps gradually walking away, she slowly opened her eyes, no longer feeling sleepy at all.

She rubbed her eyebrows and slowly sat up.

She took a gauze dress and put it on herself.

"come in."

The next moment, Han Mubai's face turned ashen, and he pushed open the window and jumped in from outside.