Cold-faced Empress

As winter's chill sets in, howling winds and heavy snow blanket the long, endless corridors of the palace, creating countless pristine, tranquil pathways that converge at the Azure Phoenix Palace.

All the palace servants were standing guard outside the palace, obediently bowing their heads and standing quietly. Suddenly, they heard a shrill scream coming from the main hall, which was extremely piercing!

"He Changyi—! You'll die a horrible death!"

The curses were extremely vicious, and the overwhelming resentment seemed to burst forth, startling the palace servants into changing their expressions.

Who is so bold as to address the Emperor by his given name!

Ah, no, there are only the Emperor, Empress, and Miss Lanling in the hall right now. This voice sounds like...

She looks like the Empress!

Despite the blazing charcoal fire in the hall, Fu Siying felt as if she were standing naked in the freezing cold of winter. Staring at the open wooden box at He Changyi's feet, she trembled uncontrollably.

Finally, her legs could no longer support her aching body, and with a thud, Fu Siying fell heavily to the ground, wailing loudly.

"Rong Chen! Your elder sister is so sorry!"

Inside the dark wooden box, a bloodied human head was almost completely disfigured, no longer resembling a handsome young man. Only the pair of wide-open, unseeing eyes remained, revealing the pain and ferocity before death.

Fu Siying collapsed to the ground and crawled toward He Changyi, her face streaked with tears, crying out in unbearable pain: "Rong Chen! Brother!"

Just as she struggled to crawl to He Changyi and was about to touch the wooden box, a shoe embroidered with golden orchids suddenly appeared from the side and kicked the wooden box hard.

"boom"!

As if struck by a thunderbolt, Fu Siying's mind jolted, and she watched helplessly as the wooden box was kicked over, and her younger brother's head rolled out of it.

Before she could panic, her head rolled away and crashed into the stove, quickly sizzling as it was roasted.

"No!"

This scene made Fu Siying's eyes widen in horror. She hurriedly struggled to run towards the stove, but tripped several times due to her elaborate clothes, falling and getting bruised and swollen.

When she held her younger brother's head in her arms despite the intense heat, she discovered that half of his head was charred black, and his face was completely disfigured.

It felt as if a knife with a blood groove had been plunged deep into her heart, drawing blood and tearing her heart apart!

"Rong Chen!"

Fu Siying looked up and sobbed, letting out a painful howl like someone about to die.

It's all her fault, it's all her fault!

Turning around abruptly, Fu Siying's eyes blazed with fury as she glared at Wei Lanling: "Wei! Lan! Ling!"

Holding her younger brother's head tightly in her arms, and looking at her cousin who was once her closest confidante, Fu Siying wished she could devour her flesh and gnaw on her bones.

Wei Lanling stood beside the Emperor, completely ignoring Fu Siying's resentment, but pretended to be afraid, snuggling into the Emperor's arms in a soft voice.

“Sister, I didn’t mean it,” she said, turning her head and pleading for the Emperor’s forgiveness with a delicate and shy expression. “Your Majesty, you should know that I was sore all over when I woke up this morning. I really didn’t mean it.”

The deeper meaning behind the words is self-evident.

Although she had suspected that He Changyi and Wei Lanling had an improper relationship for some time, Fu Siying could only comfort herself and tell herself not to overthink it because she had no evidence.

But now, looking at the adulterous couple, she finally realized how stupid she had been!

“He Changyi, if I annoy you, you can treat me however you want! But Rong Chen…” Fu Siying’s eyes were bloodshot, and tears streamed down her face.