Cold-faced Empress

Fu Siying staggered to her feet.

She would never leave this place. She would make He Changyi and Wei Lanling pay for her brother Rong Chen's life; she would make those two vile women suffer a thousand times more than she had!

Even if it means death, she will stay here and become a vengeful ghost to wait and see what happens to He Changyi and Wei Lanling.

What does her face matter? Even if it means tearing off her flesh and blood, she will never back down!

Seeing her resolute expression, Wei Lanling feigned surprise: "Oh, is my sister so chaste? Quickly, Your Majesty, hand her the scissors in that embroidery basket. As the saying goes, 'A skilled craftsman must first have the right tools,' such a beautiful face, once peeled off, can never be repaired."

Seeing the resentment and determination on Fu Siying's face, He Changyi snorted, his brows furrowing like the undulating mountains. The expression in his eyes kept changing, showing surprise, anger, hesitation, and a hint of regret.

He truly hadn't expected Fu Siying to be so virtuous and chaste.

Sensing the emotion in the Emperor's eyes, Wei Lanling chuckled and, without giving him a chance to hesitate, pulled a dagger from her sleeve and threw it towards Fu Siying.

"Never mind, Your Majesty, there's no need to trouble yourself. I happen to have a dagger here, which is definitely more suitable for you than a clumsy pair of scissors."

The dagger drew a line in the air and landed right at Fu Siying's feet with a "bang".

But Fu Siying did not look down at the dagger, much less pick it up.

Everything that belongs to Wei Lanling is dirty!

"I don't need your dagger, Wei Lanling. I'm afraid it will dirty my face."

After saying that, Fu Siying turned to face the stove, her eyes wide open. Her younger brother's head was charred, and she couldn't bear to let him suffer that excruciating pain alone.

Taking a deep breath, Fu Siying suddenly closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, and rammed into the stove!

She wasn't foolish enough to think that He Changyi and Wei Lanling would let her stay in the palace just because she ruined her appearance. But as long as she lost her face, she would never be sent to Northern Xia!

Whether she becomes a human or a ghost in the future, one day, she...

"Ah—!" A scream pierced the roof of the palace!

The scorching heat was so intense it could only cause spasms. How much strength would it take to endure it without retreating? How intense would the hatred have to be to withstand this torture?

She will remember the excruciating pain of her flesh being torn apart for all eternity!

A scream a thousand times more piercing than before echoed throughout the entire palace. Birds scattered, palace servants were terrified, and every corner of the Azure Phoenix Palace was filled with hoarse sounds.

The snow fell even heavier, but the roads covered in snow were stained with blood.

This palace was incredibly cold and gloomy.

When the imperial physician, summoned by the Emperor, arrived at Qingluan Palace, he assumed the Empress was ill, only to find the Emperor and Miss Lanling walking out of the main hall hand in hand. The Emperor stopped the physician and ordered him to go to a side hall to take Miss Lanling's pulse.

"Doesn't His Majesty allow the imperial physicians to treat my sister's injuries first?" Wei Lanling asked with a half-smile.

He Changyi's face was gloomy, and his whole body was filled with an aura of irritability and rage: "She's already in such a terrible state, what's the point of treating her!"

Wei Lanling smiled faintly, asked the imperial physician for a bottle of medicine for burns, and said to the emperor, "Your Majesty has been frightened. Please go to the side hall to calm down first. I would like to go back to the main hall to see my sister."

He glanced at the medicine bottle in Wei Lanling's hand, his lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end. He turned around and hurried towards the side hall.

Watching the Emperor's retreating figure, Wei Lanling gave a very light, cold laugh, then turned and walked back to the main hall.

The main hall reeked of burning. Fu Siying lay beside the stove, looking almost like a dead person, her face black and red, her hands and feet twitching intermittently.

Hearing that someone had returned, Fu Siying's fingers twitched slightly, and she hid the dagger that Wei Lanling had thrown on the ground under her wide, charred sleeve.

She can't faint, she can't! If she faints, she might never wake up again.

Wei Lanling, who thought Fu Siying had fainted from the pain, walked to Fu Siying's side without any suspicion.

He raised his leg and kicked Fu Siying, his tone mocking and cold: "Dead?"

Fu Siying, whose face was completely disfigured, showed no reaction.

"Ha," Wei Lanling laughed loudly upon seeing this, "Fu Siying, you've finally met your match! Hahahaha!"

The laughter was incredibly arrogant and triumphant, a true display of triumph. Fu Siying, however, completely failed to grasp the resentment hidden within that laughter.

When Wei Lanling was fifteen, her husband, Xiao Li, died, and she brought Wei Lanling to live with her mother. Although she was arrogant and domineering since childhood, she liked Wei Lanling very much because she found her to be fresh and lovely at first sight.

Fu Siying believed that whether it was food, clothing, or daily necessities at home or interactions with outsiders outside the mansion, she had never mistreated Wei Lanling in the slightest and had always given Wei Lanling face.

She was even more considerate to Wei Lanling than to her own younger sister Fu Yunzhi, often making Yunzhi jealous and throwing tantrums, and she would also scold Yunzhi for not knowing how to love her sister.

Thinking about it now, it breaks my heart!

She and her mother were hurt terribly by Xiao Li and Wei Lanling, this mother and daughter!

After venting her anger with unrestrained laughter, Wei Lanling raised her hand and smashed the medicine bottle on the ground.

"Snapped!"

The medicine bottle shattered near Fu Siying's head.

"It's better to ruin this face; there's no need to treat it!" Thinking of the slight relief the Emperor showed when he saw her take the medicine, Wei Lanling felt depressed.

Since they've already been so ruthless and cruel, why pretend to be compassionate?

Crouching down, Wei Lanling examined Fu Siying's charred face closely. Confirming that Fu Siying was no longer human, Wei Lanling felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

"Just because of that face, you've enjoyed all the benefits and received all the favor. Now you're finally paying back for all that good fortune. I'm also a father's daughter, so why should I live like a rat that can't see the light of day, dependent on you for survival? Everything you have should be mine!"

"The Prince Mu, with his celestial appearance, died suddenly because of your annulment of the engagement and the humiliation you caused him."

"Fu Siying, you should have died long ago!"

These words, as they entered Fu Siying's ears, were like poisonous thorns, piercing her heart and leaving it riddled with holes.

She never imagined that all the kindness she showed to Wei Lanling would be seen as charity! There were even absurd claims like, "She's taken everything from this bitch!"

Should she relinquish her father, the title of the eldest daughter of the Fu family, and have her mother also relinquish her position as the matriarch to Madam Li?

She even has connections to the former Prince Mu of the previous dynasty. Prince Mu was born with a disease and was violent in nature; his life was nearing its end. What does that have to do with her?

That scoundrel is indeed a perfect match for He Changyi, a worm with insatiable greed and an ingratitude that repays kindness with enmity!

No matter how painful her face was, it couldn't compare to the shock and regret in Fu Siying's heart. Raising one ungrateful person was painful enough, but she had raised two at once.

Fu Siying pretended to twitch, then hooked her fingers up and gripped the dagger tightly.

Wei Lanling, as expected, didn't seem to care about the convulsions and continued, "Now everything is finally back to its rightful owner. Whether it's you, your mother, your sister, or your brother, they're all dead. My mother and I will finally have a home that truly belongs to us. I will become Empress, give birth to the Emperor's eldest son, and bring glory to our Fu family. As for you, no one will remember you anymore. Hahaha!"

Suddenly, these words reminded Fu Siying of something.

She owes her current state to Wei Lanling's guidance, and her brother's execution was also partly due to Wei Lanling's machinations. Then...what about her mother and sister? Could their deaths also be related to Wei Lanling?

Fu Siying desperately wanted to know the truth.

Wei Lanling had already gotten up and was about to leave, laughing as she did so.

How could Fu Siying miss this perfect opportunity when Wei Lanling was all alone?

An unknown force suddenly burst forth, making Fu Siying feel as if she had been reborn, her whole body brimming with power.

She leaped up, the dagger she gripped in her hand flashing past Wei Lanling from behind with afterimages.

Wei Lanling, whose neck was slashed open, bled profusely. She turned around and saw Fu Siying standing there. She screamed and tried to run away.

Fu Siying's eyelids were burned, and she could only open them through a tiny slit, through which she could roughly see Wei Lanling's figure.

Seeing that Wei Lanling was about to run out of the hall, in her haste, she disregarded the injury she had just suffered from the stove and bent down to grab the stove.

In a short while, both hands were scalded and blistering.

"Go to hell!"

With this roar filled with anger and hatred, Fu Siying swung the scorching furnace full of charcoal and smashed it forward.

The skin on her palms was instantly torn off, causing her to experience the excruciating pain of being peeled, and tears of blood welled up in her eyes.

"Boom!"

Like a crashing wave, Wei Lanling was struck squarely!

A scream suddenly erupted. Countless embers spilled from the furnace, falling onto Wei Lanling's body, and in the blink of an eye, sparks crackled and popped.

Soon, Wei Lanling, dressed in brocade and fine clothes, was engulfed in flames. Unable to escape, she could only roll on the ground, screaming in agony.

There were so many screams today that the palace servants outside the palace had no idea what was happening inside, so none of them came to the rescue immediately.

Looking at the burning figure, Fu Siying's sudden burst of strength vanished, and she instantly collapsed like a dying fish, her mouth opening and closing, blood gushing out continuously.

She wanted to personally send Wei Lanling to meet the King of Hell, and she also wanted to rush out of the main hall to find He Changyi and perish together, but in the end, she could only let out weak and urgent sobs as she collapsed.

Unable to suppress her sobs, tears flowed like a torrent.

When she saw that Wei Lanling, who was burning up, had finally stopped rolling around, Fu Siying let out a hoho laugh, as if she were mute.

The fire gradually spread.

Tears blurred my vision, and the whole world turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Fu Siying turned around, touched the wooden box containing her younger brother's head with her bloodied hands, hugged it tightly, and then her body slowly tilted and fell to the ground.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry... She no longer had the strength to make He Changyi pay for his crimes in blood.

I'm sorry to my mother who died from illness and depression; I'm sorry to my sister Yunzhi who committed suicide after being brutally violated; I'm sorry to my brother Rongchen who was decapitated because of her!

If there is an afterlife, she will surely open her eyes wide and never be so foolish again.

She hoped to meet He Changyi again in her next life. Then, she would make that beast He Changyi suffer a fate worse than death!

She will personally deliver it to He Changyi—

May you descend to the eighteenth level of hell!