"You killed him, right?" Xuanyan, with long hair shawl, pointed a sword at the person in front of her. One end of the sword had already penetrated into the other person's chest, and there were dots of blood on her bright yellow clothes.
"You're not allowed to come here, get out of here!" Seeing that the sword of the imperial guard was about to be unsheathed, the emperor, who was pointed at by the long sword, shouted coldly.
His eyes were as red as blood.
It hurt, it hurt when the sword was inserted into Mo's chest, but it hurt even more when she saw her inserting the sword into her chest with her own hands.
"He has nothing left. He has left Jinzhou and will never return to Beijing. He will not compete with you for the throne. Why are you still unwilling to let him go!"
"I... I... Didn't kill him!" Su Ruijing took a step forward and thrust the sword in again.
"Haha." A sneer hung on her face, but he was dead after all, so what was the point of living? She thought that staying in this cold palace would keep him safe for the rest of his life, but after all... In a sudden moment, she pulled out the sword and wiped it towards her neck.
"Xuan Yan!" The moment she drew her sword, he reached out and held the sword.
The blood dyed her hair and white clothes red, and she slowly fell in front of her eyes.
Intention: Everyone is a vassal of fate. Fortunately, at the fork in the road of fate, we all reach the same destination.