The Female Emperor

Murong Tian Ning lay before her, covered in blood. She clutched Zhao Xunxue's skirt tightly and glared at her. "Tell me, the realm or me?" Zhao Xunxue looked at her impassively. "I want both the realm and you!" Her voice should have sounded so certain, but the tremor in Zhao Xunxue's words betrayed how she felt. At that moment, she was not nearly as calm as she appeared. Zhao Xunxue gently lifted Shen Conghan's chin. Her exquisite face was utterly lifeless. "Conghan, you did nothing wrong." Zhao Xunxue's hollow voice rang in Shen Conghan's ears. "But I have no choice but to blame you. So, Conghan, go die, all right? Could you please die?" Shen Conghan gazed steadily into Zhao Xunxue's eyes, then suddenly smiled. "All right."