Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

The lord instantly flew into a rage and roared at Xin Fujinyan, "Get out! I will not allow you to insult her!"

Xin Fujinyan covered his cheek, feeling utterly bewildered for the first time. He never expected his father to hit him for that woman.

Watching his father's retreating figure, Xin Fujinyan felt intense hatred.

The lord stepped into the bedchamber with light, slow steps, and the first thing that caught his eye was the figure sitting quietly by the window.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell upon her, outlining a slender and lonely silhouette.

From behind, the Queen's shoulders slumped slightly, as if bearing heavy burdens, and she exuded a melancholy mood.

Nevertheless, the lord still wore a faint smile and walked towards her with light steps, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze: "Yun'er, are you feeling unwell? Let me call the physician to take a look at you."

However, the Queen seemed not to hear, not even turning her head, and simply stared blankly out the window.

A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, causing the tips of the leaves to sway slightly, as if they were whispering their sorrows to her.

For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Seeing this, the lord reached out and beckoned to the maid standing to the side.

The maidservant hurried forward and handed the steaming porridge to her master.

The lord steadily took the bowl of hot porridge, approached the queen again, and said in his gentle tone, "Yun'er, eat a little bit, don't hurt yourself."

Before she could finish speaking, the queen, who had been silent all along, suddenly turned her head, her eyes piercing straight at her lord like knives.

Her eyes were filled with endless hatred.

That hatred was like a raging fire, seemingly capable of transforming into an incomparably sharp blade at any moment, piercing the heart of the lord.

The lord was not angered by the queen's rudeness. On the contrary, he smiled and patiently brought the steaming bowl of porridge closer to her lips, saying softly, "Yun'er should eat something too."

The queen, however, showed no appreciation. She suddenly raised her hand and forcefully swung it, knocking the bowl of porridge to the ground.

With a crisp sound of shattering porcelain, the Empress lowered her voice and shouted angrily, "Xin Fuzhi, I told you to get out, didn't you hear me?"

Although the lord's movements with the bowl remained steady and unwavering, his fingertips were unconsciously tightening.

His brow furrowed slightly, as if he were suppressing an indescribable rage.

The king sneered and coldly scanned the lord's face, as if he could see through the lord's feigned composure at a glance.

She said coldly, "I told you, if you don't kill me, then one day I will take your life with my own hands!"

At that very moment, the lord's eyes suddenly became extremely terrifying, as gloomy and frightening as the rolling dark clouds before a storm.

There was no longer any warmth in his eyes; instead, there was a ruthless look of unfulfilled desire.

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly stretched out a large hand and, with lightning speed, grabbed the Queen's neck tightly, continuously increasing the pressure on her neck.

Faced with the king's brutal actions, the queen did not make any move to resist. She even gently closed her eyes, like a lifeless statue, waiting for death to come.

The lord, his face full of helplessness, slowly loosened his grip on her hand, a hint of despair and sorrow in his eyes. He spoke in a humble tone, almost pleading, "Yun'er, all these years, you have always been the only one in my heart. This affection has never changed. But why won't you even look at me?"

Upon hearing this, the Queen's eyes narrowed sharply, flashing with endless hatred and icy coldness. Her voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, chilling to the bone:

"You? A demon who killed my child, cruelly slaughtered my husband and countless people, how dare you shamelessly say you like me? Do you think you deserve it?"

The Queen had repeated these words countless times, but for some reason, this time they felt like a sharp sword piercing straight into the Lord's heart, instantly igniting his anger.

As soon as the Queen finished speaking, the King, enraged, raised his right hand and slapped her hard across the face.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the silent palace, sounding particularly jarring.

The Queen's already frail body swayed violently from the sudden blow, as if she were a candle flickering in the wind and could collapse at any moment.

But she seemed to have lost all feeling, only slightly lowering her eyelids, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions in her eyes.

The lord stared blankly at the hand that had just slapped him, seemingly unable to believe that he had done something so impulsive.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and the anger in his eyes vanished, replaced by deep fear and regret.

He hurriedly reached out and tightly grasped the Queen's shoulders, his voice trembling with anxiety and earnestness as he apologized to her:

"Yun'er, it's all my fault. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please don't be angry! I swear I'll never do that to you again. I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

He had lost count of how many times he had apologized, and even less of how many times he had laid a hand on himself.

When the Queen lifted her heavy eyelids again, her eyes were like a stagnant pool, calm and without a ripple.

She opened her lips, but her words were full of provocation: "Since it's so painful, instead of torturing yourself like this, why not just kill me outright, so that my children and I can be reunited underground?"

"No! They're still alive! They're not dead!"

The king blurted out the answer hastily, but the queen knew perfectly well that he was only deceiving her.

The Queen slowly straightened up, her steps slightly unsteady as she walked towards the large bed behind her, and said coldly, "I'm tired, so I won't see you off, my lord."

As the Queen's figure receded into the distance, the Lord's outstretched hand, which he had reached out to try and stop her, trembled involuntarily.

At this moment, his heart felt as if it were being cut by a thousand sharp blades, and he felt unbearably painful. However, he felt powerless in the face of Yun'er.

......

After a whole night of running around and working hard, Fang Yu finally managed to close her eyes and prepare to take a short rest.

The door suddenly opened, breaking the brief silence inside.

Xin Fujiyan stood outside the door and asked, "Miss Fang, are you inside?"

Fang Yu forced himself to stay awake, dragging his seemingly heavy body to the door. After opening the door, he merely raised his eyelids slightly to glance at the other person and asked in a cold tone, "What do you want?"

Xin Fujiyan quickly glanced behind her, then asked cautiously with some hesitation and tentative inquiry, "Can I go inside first?"