The eldest daughter's scheming, the crown prince's exclusive favor to the venomous concubi

In the end, however, she suffered a fate worse than death, losing her beloved son in anguish!

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If it weren't for him, how could Yue Leyun have the audacity to torment her?

"Yue Leyun, you and Murong Chuan are truly a match made in heaven. Even if I, Qiu Lingyu, become a ghost, I will not let you go."

Qiu Lingyu suddenly looked up, almost with all her might, her eyes flashing with a chilling coldness that made one feel as if they were in the dead of winter, and couldn't help but shrink back.

Yue Leyun shuddered inexplicably, then quickly regained her senses and sneered, "Blame yourself for having to appear by the Emperor's side. If you hadn't appeared, none of this would have happened. I am the woman he loves, and I am the one who can help him ascend the throne!"

You are nothing more than a substitute for the woman in the Emperor's heart, a pathetic worm struggling to survive while bearing someone else's appearance.

Heh, Qiu Lingyu? You dare call yourself that? A mere substitute, a bastard born of a lowly person, how could you possibly possess a status second only to the emperor? It's utterly delusional!

Qiu Lingyu felt numb all over, so numb that she couldn't feel any pain from her wounds.

Her eyes were red at the corners, but she stubbornly refused to shed a single tear. She just stared intently at Yue Leyun, oblivious to the fact that her wrist, hooked by the iron hook, was bleeding profusely from the force of her pulling.

Her deep eyes held a light that Yue Leyun didn't know, so bright that it hurt Yue Leyun's eyes. Yue Leyun was already annoyed by her glare and angrily turned to leave, but unexpectedly, Qiu Lingyu spoke at that moment.

"I don't deserve the name Qiu Lingyu, and you've never had it either, Yue Leyun. You think you've won? You say I'm a substitute, but aren't you a substitute too? I'll be watching from hell, watching you go to hell with me. Hahahaha!"

Yue Leyun froze, turning around abruptly. She saw Qiu Lingyu laughing arrogantly, blood flowing freely from her body, yet she seemed unconcerned, coldly staring at Yue Leyun as she continued, word by word:

"I was Qiu Lingyu's substitute, so I became a special existence in his heart. Now that I am no longer needed, it must be because the person he loves has returned, and you are nothing more than a discarded pawn!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Leyun's eyes widened, and disregarding how dirty Qiu Lingyu's body was, she rushed forward and slapped her across the face.

The sharp fingernails instantly scratched Qiu Lingyu's face to shreds, but that was nothing compared to the immense pain in her heart.

"You're talking nonsense. I am the Empress of a nation, the Empress who will be buried in the same coffin as the Emperor a hundred years from now."

"Yes, you are the Empress. What else can you get besides this title? But like me, you are a pitiful person. Yue Leyun, you deserve to die, and you are pitiful too. However, you are not as good as me because you are unwilling to die."

Qiu Lingyu's eyes had turned bloodshot, and her disheveled hair was stuck to her face because of the bloodstains. As she spoke, the wounds on her face bled profusely, dripping blood onto the ground, which looked shocking.

Yue Leyun's face twisted in anger. She threw down the words, "Beat him to death!" and stormed off in a huff.

Immediately, a woman's mad screams echoed from the cell, like a ghost demanding death. The sound gradually faded, leaving everyone sighing with regret.

On her deathbed, Qiu Lingyu suddenly saw a figure she had once been crazy about, but now hated to the bone. He walked slowly towards her with a smile on his face and said softly, "Bright eyes and white teeth, a face like a cherry, full of spirit, you are a very beautiful woman. From now on, you shall be called Lingyu."