bayedsolid Chapter 318 Previous Life 45
Chapter 318 Previous Life 45
Luo Qin's face was filled with deep hatred, and he screamed angrily: "You keep saying that you will not betray me? Then why did you make me a concubine? Why did you make me a mistress who cannot be seen in public? Why did you make me lose my memory! Is this what you call 'not betraying'?!!"
"How did our child die? And how did I die?!"
Luo Qin's voice was as shrill as the cry of a night owl, which made people shudder.
Then, she mercilessly pulled out the dagger that was stuck in the man's chest with her blood-stained hands, and then used all her strength to stab it fiercely at the same spot again!
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
With a dull sound, the dagger ruthlessly pierced the man's body again and again.
The elegant man stood there, his chest covered in blood.
After stabbing three times, the female ghost who had fallen into a frenzy finally stopped her actions. She raised her head and laughed hysterically: "Hahahaha, Jin Zhao, I hate you to the bone! I wish I could cut you into pieces! Die! Die!!!"
The laughter echoed in the silent air for a long time, as if carrying endless sorrow and curses...
Jin Zhao stood there in a daze, staring at the crazy and terrifying female ghost in front of him without blinking, his heart sinking little by little.
It turns out that extreme pain leads to numbness...
His eyes fell on the distorted face of the female ghost, and he seemed to be able to see Ping'er's once beautiful face, but now only hideousness and resentment remained.
How desperate is she?
He regretted it, he really regretted it. He regretted that his selfishness caused him to lose Ping'er and harmed their child.
If he had been more resolute and understanding, perhaps nothing would have turned out like this.
The ghost girl's screams echoed in his ears, and Jin Zhao's eyes were blurred by tears.
This was all his fault, and even if he regretted it now, it was too late to undo it...
Jin Zhao collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face. His heart felt as if it had been shredded into pieces by a sharp blade. Regret was like a mountain pressing down on his head, breaking his spine. He hunched over and shrank in pain.
The female ghost cried and screamed with tears of blood, "Jin Zhao, I hate you! I wish I could eat your blood, devour your flesh, pull out your tendons, pull out your bones, grind your bones and scatter them into ashes!!!"
No, Ping'er, don't hate me...
I don’t want to, I don’t want to…
Jin Zhao's body was shaking non-stop. Pain, self-blame, and regret were surging in his chest. He was tortured by all kinds of emotions and lost his mind. He screamed in pain: "No --!!!"
The picture suddenly broke, the darkness dissipated, Jin Zhao suddenly woke up from the nightmare, and what came into view was his bed curtains.
This is……
He turned around and found himself lying on the dragon bed. Guyu, who was beside him, cried with joy when she saw that he had woken up!
"Your Majesty, you finally woke up!" Guyu was very excited, "You have been unconscious for a day and a night, and I was worried about you!"
As he spoke, Guyu cast a worried and obscure look at him.
Jingzhe was also standing aside, his cold and handsome face full of pity.
Jin Zhao was stunned for a moment, and the memories before he fell into coma came back to him, giving him a splitting headache.
His beloved daughter, his beloved, died in childbirth...
Even Yao Er...
"Ahhh——!!!"
As this extremely sad howl suddenly sounded, the entire palace seemed to be shaken by the painful sound waves. Jin Zhao's body was trembling with extreme grief and anger. His eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast who had lost his lover and fell into the abyss of despair.
He clenched his fists suddenly, and with a heart full of anger and endless grief, he smashed them hard towards the bed!
"Boom!"
There was a loud bang, and the solid bed could not withstand such a violent impact and began to shake slightly.
Guyu, who was standing by, couldn't help but tremble at the loud noise. He looked at the emperor in horror, who was usually so majestic and dignified, but now he had become so crazy because of the pain of losing his son and wife.
Jin Zhao suddenly raised his head, and his eyes filled with anger and sadness shot straight at Jingzhe. His face was terribly gloomy, like the sky before a storm, depressing and suffocating.
"Jingzhe! How did Yao'er die? Tell me the truth!!!" Jin Zhao shouted angrily, and his voice exploded in the air like thunder.
Jingzhe did not dare to be negligent, and hurriedly took a step forward, bowed his hands respectfully and said: "Your Majesty, after a detailed investigation, I learned that the Fourth Prince was deliberately led by the palace servants to play on the ice. Judging from the traces at the scene, the Fourth Prince experienced a fierce struggle when he fell into the water, but in the end... Obviously, someone must have deliberately murdered the Fourth Prince..."