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

At this moment, Xin Fujinyan was blinded by rage. His face was flushed, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his breathing became extremely rapid.

He looked like an enraged beast, as if in his heart only his own words were the unquestionable truth.

Seeing this scene, the Queen simply shook her head slightly, a hint of disdain appearing on her face.

Too lazy to argue with Xin Fujinyan any longer, she sat back down in her chair and said expressionlessly, "Since your purpose in coming here today is to take my life, then do it."

The Queen's resolute act of seeking death was undoubtedly an extreme provocation against Xin Fujinyan.

His already raging anger instantly reached its peak, his eyes turned bloodshot, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He suddenly picked up the sword again and, without hesitation, stabbed it fiercely towards the Queen's heart.

This sword strike, imbued with boundless killing intent and rage, was about to pierce the Queen's neck.

However, at this critical moment, a dark shadow rushed over with lightning speed and struck the sword accurately.

The sudden impact caused Xin Fujinyan's arm to go numb, and the sword involuntarily slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a clang.

Xin Fujinyan was startled and quickly turned around, his gaze fixed on the direction of the window.

A figure flew in through the window like a ghost and landed steadily inside the room.

Almost simultaneously, Xin Fujinyan and the Empress both turned their gazes toward the newcomer.

Upon seeing the man's face clearly, Xin Fujinyan's eyes widened in fury, and he roared, "Xin Fujiyan, you're asking for death!!"

Xin Fujiyan waved his hand dismissively and replied casually, "Don't misunderstand, I just happened to be passing by. Please continue, Young Master."

Having said that, he ignored their stares, walked to the side, leisurely poured himself a steaming cup of fragrant tea, and then slowly savored it.

In contrast, the Queen, whether facing Xin Fujinyan's fatal attack just now...

Even with Xin Fujiyan's unexpected intrusion, she remained calm and composed, as if everything happening around her had nothing to do with her.

Seeing this, Xin Fujinyan gritted his teeth in anger, his iron fists clenched so tightly they cracked. He suppressed his rage and demanded sharply, "How did you get in?"

Xin Fujiyan slowly turned his gaze toward the doorway, and in the next moment, another beautiful figure arrived.

Fang Yu strolled in leisurely, seemingly casually glancing at the furnishings of the hall. Her gaze finally settled on the Empress before pausing.

Her steps became noticeably lighter and more cheerful, and the corners of her luscious lips turned up slightly, forming a faint smile. She said softly, "Madam, you are so beautiful."

Faced with Fang Yu's sudden appearance, the Queen was slightly taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained her composure and replied in an extremely gentle and friendly tone, "Miss, you are also very beautiful! But may I ask who you are?"

Upon hearing the Queen's question, Fang Yu paused for a moment, then smiled even more broadly and answered crisply, "Well... I guess I'd say I'm his friend."

As she spoke, she stretched out her slender hand and gently pointed to the empty doorway, her tone exceptionally earnest.

Meanwhile, Xin Fujinyan, who was standing to the side, had his eyes shining brightly the moment he saw Fang Yu.

Like a starving wolf that has suddenly spotted its delicious prey, he stared intently at the charming woman before him, unable to look away.

A sly smile crept across his lips as he rubbed his hands together and said smugly to Xin Fujie:

"You're quite sensible, but even so, you still can't escape my grasp. Since you brought this beautiful woman here, I'll take pity on you and let you die a little more easily."

Just then, a cold, questioning voice came from the doorway: "Is that so?"

Before you see him, you hear his voice; it seems to carry a chilling aura that sends shivers down your spine.

The queen, who had always appeared calm and composed, suddenly stood up.

Xin Fujinyan glanced at her with slight surprise, then turned his shocked gaze toward the doorway.

The Queen clutched a handkerchief tightly in both hands, almost crushing it to pieces from the force.

Immediately afterwards, a black hem of clothing slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

With a soft footstep, a pair of black brocade boots stepped across the threshold, their footsteps carrying a chill in the air.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and even the Queen and Xin Fujinyan's breathing seemed to stop.

The queen hurriedly covered her mouth with a handkerchief, but tears welled up in her eyes like a burst dam, sliding down her cheeks and into the corners of her eyes.

One by one, crystal-clear teardrops rolled down like pearls from a broken string.

"You...how are you still alive?!"

Xin Fujinyan stared wide-eyed at Fuju, who walked in through the door, and blurted out unconsciously.

As he spoke, Xin Fujinyan glared angrily and was about to launch a fierce attack on the person in front of him.

Before Fu Ju could make a move, Xin Fujiyan had already taken the initiative.

He moved with lightning speed, instantly closing in on Xin Fujinyan. His moves were incredibly fierce, and after just a few rounds, Xin Fujinyan was completely powerless to fight back, and was forced to kneel on one knee.

From the moment Fu Ju stepped into the room, his eyes had already turned bloodshot.

He walked step by step toward the Queen, each step heavy yet resolute.

After standing still, he slowly lifted his robe, then knelt on one knee and extended his palm.

The queen looked at her son, her hands trembling slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, she carefully placed her hand into Fuju's palm.

The moment their fingertips touched, an indescribable emotion welled up in their hearts, and the Queen's tears welled up in her eyes.

As Fuju gently placed the back of his mother's hand on his forehead, a crystal tear rolled silently down his cheek.

At this moment, the entire space was filled with a warm and touching atmosphere.

However, this warm moment didn't last long before it was shattered by Xin Fu Jin Yan's shocked and angry question as he knelt on the ground: "Xin Fu Ju Xi, why aren't you dead? Father clearly poisoned you..."