The girl in the coffin: Feng Jue Tianxia

Chapter 39 The Emperor's Woman Is a Curtain (1)

"Then what do you want the mansion for?" The emperor blinked, full of confusion.

"Daughter, I don't like the palace." Huangpu Nuoxi picked up the small porcelain cup in front of him, took a sip, and then said, "The palace is a place of intrigue, and my daughter doesn't like it. Moreover, there is no human touch in the palace. It's wonderful." Huangpu Nuoxi's eyes flashed with longing for the future.

She is not willing to be a canary locked in a cage, she is willing to be an eagle flying in the blue sky and white clouds.

"Is the imperial palace really that bad?" The emperor frowned again, with a cold expression on his face.

"It's really not good..." Huangpu Nuoxi pursed her lips.

"Okay then, I'm sure." The emperor said briskly with a happy smile on his face.

"Thank you... Father..." Huangpu Nuoxi's lips shone with joy.

The moonlight shone coldly, and the cold wind blew in. The entire palace was quiet, except for one place where there was only a few voices of mourning and shouting.

The secret dungeon was dimly lit. It was a special dungeon specially used to detain concubines.

Yang Yuying's black silk-like hair bun was messy, she was dressed in white, and her delicate face was pale and colorless. She had lost the brilliance and grace of the past, and looked extremely vicissitudes and haggard.

Both her hands and feet were shackled by iron chains, and the obvious strangle marks on her wrists were shocking.

Her slender and tender hands clenched the prison door and kept pulling. Her hands were visibly reddened, and a deep red was rubbed out. Her hair was fluttering in a mess. She yelled, "Come on, let me out, let me go!" I'm going out, I want to see the emperor."

I saw a man in the clothes of a jailer walking towards her arrogantly and slowly, with a look of embarrassment on his face, he shouted dissatisfiedly, "What's your name?" "I want to see the emperor, go and dress me right away..." Yang Yuying ordered arrogantly, her eyes were piercing.

"Hmph..." The jailer snorted disdainfully, with a hint of sarcasm on his yellowish cheeks, and said coldly, "Do you think you are still a queen who is under one and above ten thousand?" His eyes swept over her contemptuously, sarcasm "You are now a death row prisoner, and you will be executed tomorrow."

"Nonsense, I'm the queen, you ~ cheap ~ slave ~ dare to contradict me?" Yang Yuying stared at him fiercely with her dark eyes, and scolded angrily.

"Yo, yo," the jailer's mouth curled into a sneer, and the words he pretended to be afraid were full of mockery, "The empress offended you so little, so please don't cut off her head."

"Hurry up and open the door for me, and I'll let you go, or I'll kill you." Yang Yuying threatened fiercely with a murderous look in her eyes.

"Give you a little color, and you think you can open a dyeing room? You don't even look at what kind of dog you look like, and you think you are still a queen, I'm sorry." The jailer spat on Yang Yuying's face unceremoniously, His eyes stared fiercely at Yang Yuying in the cell, his eyes were full of contempt.

Yang Yuying stared at him intently, her anger rose, and she yelled, "You dog~slave dare to treat me like this, when I get out, I will definitely tear you to pieces."

"I'm so scared, so scared." The jailer's contemptuous light flashed across the corners of his eyes, and a smug gleam spread around his lips. His eyes looked up and down at Yang Yuying in the cell, and his eyes were stained by the sensual light. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, rubbed his hands together, and slowly approached the cell, "Anyway, you will be executed tomorrow, or we will have a fling tonight."

(End of this chapter)