After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Before he finished speaking, the Western Prison Tiger Guards came in with a girl in mourning.

A Bao personally untied the black cloth covering the girl's eyes.

The girl in mourning clothes looked at A Bao with a painful expression. She asked with a trembling voice, "Is it true? Can I really avenge Lin Lang with my own hands?"

Po nodded, "Yes, you can take revenge yourself."

As she spoke, she placed a dagger into the hand of the girl in mourning clothes.

The girl held the dagger in her hand and turned to look at old Rucin on the stretcher.

Old Lu Xin smiled sinisterly and shouted wildly, "Is this the revenge you came up with, Princess Diyang? I have killed hundreds of Daqi people with my life! Kill them if you want! It's worth it!"

The girl in mourning, holding the dagger tightly, slowly walked towards old Rucin.

She was puzzled and bewildered. "Lin Lang and I were planning to get married next month. His parents prepared the betrothal gifts, and I embroidered the wedding dress."

"Why did my wedding dress become mourning clothes during a spring outing?"

The dungeon of the Western Prison was dead silent.

Old Rusin sneered, "The Daqi people deserved it!"

The girl in mourning clothes lowered her eyes and remained silent, but the hand holding the dagger was shaking.

Suddenly, she plunged a dagger into old Rucin's chest.

Blood gushed out, but the dagger was not fatal.

The girl in mourning stared at old Ruxin, who was twitching and bleeding on the stretcher, and said, "It's you who should go to hell."

As she spoke, the girl in mourning clothes stood up and walked aside.

Old Ruxin didn't understand why the girl in mourning didn't kill him with a single blow.

But soon, another group of people, men, women, young and old, blindfolded with black cloth, were brought in, and the girl in mourning clothes handed the dagger in her hand to the first person.

Old Ruxin suddenly realized that the knife struck by the girl in mourning clothes was not the end, but the beginning.

The girl, who had never killed even a chicken, took the dagger even though she was afraid.

It was her brother who was killed in the hail of arrows.

Her brother was a tiger guard of the Western Prison. In order to save someone, he blocked an arrow.

Then, there was an old woman in her seventies with tears in her eyes.

Old Ruxin was stunned because he recognized the old woman in her seventies. She had the same mole on her forehead as a passerby he had killed while running a black shop one year.

The old woman took the dagger and walked towards old Lu Xin tremblingly. "My family is poor. My brother digs ginseng and hunts to support the three of us. That year, my brother took a big job. If it succeeds, he will have the capital to open a small shop."

"But my brother didn't make it home."

"My mother was still talking about her eldest son until her death."

In just a moment, the old woman in her seventies laughed and stabbed the dagger in her hand into old Ruxin's waist and abdomen.

One after another, some roared in despair, some cried loudly.

Po stood aside and watched.

Those who came today were all from Guiyan Bridge, as well as the families and relatives of those innocent victims killed by old Ruxin over the years.

But, it is only a small part.

For those that are older, the bodies have turned into bones and cannot be found at all.

The old lady, who was over 70 years old, was very lucky.

The old man from the West Pin Camp who confessed everything remembered that a man who was killed had a mole on his forehead, and that old woman had been asking the government office to find the whereabouts of her eldest brother for decades.

When the last man's knife fell, old Ruxin was like rotten meat in a pool of blood.

But the old villain is still alive.

The head of the Imperial Medical Bureau, Dr. Zhang, is truly worthy of his reputation for bringing people back to health with his miraculous hands.

The dagger returned to Po's hand.

A Bao walked towards the girl in mourning clothes. The girl looked dazed, like a walking corpse with her soul taken away.

Heart to heart.

A Bao thought back to her past life, when she watched Xuanyuan Fengran being killed and tortured to death.

Even if she only had a trace of soul left, the pain was like having her skin peeled off and her marrow extracted.

"You avenged him with your own hands. You can move on."

Hearing this, the girl in mourning clothes finally had a faint reaction. She looked up at Abao in a daze.

A Bao handed her a handkerchief and comforted her with difficulty: "Mr. Lin protected you because he hoped you could survive. Don't let him down."

There was dead silence for a long time, and a layer of mist slowly accumulated in the eyes of the girl in mourning clothes.

Then she clutched the red rope around her wrist and burst into tears.

At this time, A Bao turned around and looked at Xin Niang with a cold expression, "Hero of the Ashile tribe? Eternal memorial? You are dreaming."

At the same time, news of the barbarian spies' surrender spread like wildfire in the streets and alleys of the imperial capital.

"Have you heard? The barbarian spy we captured two days ago has surrendered."

"I heard about it! I heard that he revealed the other barbarian spies in the imperial capital! This time we can finally catch all these bastards in one fell swoop!!"