Devil's Concubine

Chapter 203 The Insane Empress Chen (5)
Although he knows that this woman who has shared the same bed for more than ten years is cautious and has a vicious heart, as long as she doesn't play too much, no matter how noisy she is in the harem, he will always keep an open eye. Just close one eye and don't care.

But now it seems that his inaction over the years has been a big mistake.

If it weren't for his blind indulgence and forbearance, Empress Chen would not have come to where she is today.

Even, if it wasn't for his indecision, Ye Chentan might not have died, and Mo Ranchen would certainly not have resented him for so many years and suffering from an incurable disease.

"After all, it must have been a mistake." With a low sigh, Mo Longhuang turned around quietly, about to leave.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Empress Chen screamed loudly from behind, hysterical.

Mo Longhuang stopped, turned his head, and took a last look at Empress Chen, then turned his head, looked at the empty and dark corridor of the underground dungeon, and said slowly: "I won't kill you!"

"Haha...haha... Mo Zhibai, you clearly hate me to the point of death, hate me for poisoning your concubine to death, and causing me to mutilate your son Bao'er over and over again, why don't you dare to face reality, dare not take a stab Kill me, what are you... afraid of? How long are you going to be hypocritical? Don't you think that if you do this, I will accept your favor and won't hate you when I get to the underworld? No, you are wrong Now, even if I, Chen Huaiyu, turn into a ghost, I won't let you go!"

Her hair was flying up and standing upright, like sharp needles in the dark night. Empress Chen laughed loudly, laughing miserably and desperately.

Mo Zhibai is the name of Emperor Mo Long.

The honor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan is high and high. No matter whether it is in the palace or among the people, this name is a taboo, and no one dares to mention it.

It has been many years since Mo Longhuang, and no one has heard his name called.After a long time, even he himself almost forgot his own name.

Mo Zhibai's voice was neither tender nor coquettish, but filled with curses and resentment, and fierce despair, viciously, it touched Mo Longhuang's heartstrings.

In the corner of his eye, there seemed to be a tear slowly flowing down.

Mo Longhuang raised his head slightly, and swallowed back the tears.

He is the emperor, the emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and supreme. Although he is a body of flesh and blood, he is doomed the moment he sits on the dragon chair. He will never be able to live a normal family life in his life.

Therefore, he couldn't shed tears, even if such a scene made him feel so sorry, it hurt his heart so much that it almost stopped beating!

In his mind, scenes and scenes of the past flashed by quickly, and Mo Longhuang remembered the happy past that had been forgotten for many years.

He remembered how coquettish and enchanting Empress Chen was when he pampered Empress Chen for the first time.

He remembered the ecstasy in his heart when Empress Chen gave birth to Mo Yucheng.

He remembered that that night, when the moon was in the sky, the two of them were in the gazebo, drinking a glass of wine, and fell in love at night.

I even remembered that on that day, when the winter snow first cleared, when I went hunting in the mountains, Empress Chen's heroic appearance.

Mo Longhuang has always felt that he is old, his organs are failing, and his memory is regressing.

But, he remembered, really remembered.

This woman was once the woman he loved so much.

But the world is changing, and in a blink of an eye, everything changes.

The past is the past after all, and it will never come back.He also doesn't want to come back.

"I won't kill you," Mo Longhuang still said the same words, he didn't turn his head back, at this moment, it doesn't make any sense to look back.

"Mo Zhibai!"

Empress Chen let out another low growl, piercing everyone's eardrums sharply. Immediately, a bright yellow figure rushed towards Emperor Mo Long. She took out a dagger from nowhere. He held it up high, with a cold light.

"Mo Zhibai, if you don't kill me, I'll kill you!"

After finishing speaking, Empress Chen rushed to Mo Longhuang's back, clenched her hands tightly, and tightly hugged Mo Longhuang.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

"Father, be careful!"

Chu Yunshang and Mo Ranchen shouted at the same time and rushed forward, but it was too late.

"emperor!"

"Father!"

Chu Yunshang and Mo Ranchen were so heartbroken that they almost lost their souls. The commanders of Mo Longwei who stood aside also had bloodshot eyes and pale faces.

"Did you die?" Mo Ranchen murmured to himself, with a vomit, a mouthful of blood spewed out, his body was even more shaky, his knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground.

"Did you die?" Chu Yunshang's mind was also blank, and he lost all thinking ability in an instant.

"Cough...cough..."

A coughing sound broke the dead silence in the dungeon.

The one who coughed was Empress Chen. Empress Chen tightly held Mo Longhuang's hands, and suddenly let go, and slowly, they fell limply on the ground.

Mo Longhuang hugged her tightly, tears streaming down his face: "Huaiyu, why are you doing this!"

Empress Chen smiled, her smile was bright and beautiful, not enchanting or charming, but more touching than ever.

With her blood-stained hands, she slowly touched Mo Longhuang's face, her voice became hoarse little by little: "Your Majesty, Huaiyu, I was wrong. Huaiyu, I still can't bear to kill you!"

As soon as the words fell, Empress Chen's arms suddenly dropped, and Emperor Mo Long let out a cry that resounded throughout the prison.

Empress Chen died.

That graceful and luxurious woman, who is as clever as a fox, is dead!
Just dying under her nose, Chu Yunshang looked at Empress Chen's face that was gradually losing color, at the scarlet blood on her hand, at the dagger on her chest that had been submerged in her body, at that The blood dyed her bright yellow brocade robe little by little, and hearing Mo Longhuang's loud cry, even though she was always cold-hearted, she couldn't help sighing softly, her nose slightly sore.

Poor people must have something to hate. Perhaps this sentence is the most true portrayal of Empress Chen's life.

The turmoil in the harem, the turbulence, the women in the harem, every step of the way, a woman struggling to survive in that environment, which woman can be a simple woman?

(End of this chapter)