After killing four concubines, the queen was sentenced to death and reborn

Zheng Xiyan's eyebrows slightly raised, and a fierce look instantly spread in her eyes. Every ray of light was filled with bottomless hatred, and she stared at Xiao Xuanchen intently.

There was dead silence in the Zichen Palace, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Xiao Xuanchen stood at a high position, his brows locked with confusion and anger, and saw that no one came in. After a long time, a light of disbelief finally flashed in his eyes, and the pair of eyes that were usually as sharp as an eagle were now wide open, and a hint of fear flashed across them.

"Cough, cough, cough..." A burst of rapid and heavy coughs broke the silence in the hall. Xiao Xuanchen's face suddenly became extremely ugly, with an unhealthy flush in his paleness, as if there was a fire burning in his body, but he couldn't vent it. He supported himself on the edge of the table with one hand, and his body leaned forward involuntarily. His spine, which was once as straight as a pine tree, now seemed so fragile, and even the strength to stand up seemed to be taken away.

Breathing became extremely difficult, with his chest rising and falling violently with every breath. The veins on his face bulged like a dragon, revealing his inner unwillingness and struggle.

Finally, after a suppressed gasp, Xiao Xuanchen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The bright red color bloomed on the golden dragon robe, shocking to the eyes.

This scene frightened Zhang Menghan, who was kneeling on the ground, so much that her face instantly lost all color and became as pale as a piece of thin paper, with fear and helplessness in her eyes. She curled up into a ball, holding herself tightly with both hands, her body trembling constantly with fear, as if every bit of coolness in the air could penetrate her skin and reach her heart.

At this moment, Xiao Xuanchen was like a wounded lone wolf, slumped on the dragon throne. He opened his bleeding lips with difficulty, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "You...what did you do to me?" There was anger and confusion in his words, and there was also a trace of unspeakable fear, which echoed in this empty Zichen Palace for a long time.

On Zheng Xiyan's face, the strange smile was like a poppy blooming quietly in the middle of the night, beautiful and poisonous. In the depths of her eyes, there was a coldness and calculation accumulated over the years. At this moment, she finally waited for this long-awaited scene. "It's nothing." She whispered softly, but her tone was full of unquestionable determination, "It's just that your Majesty has cleverly added a few herbs that are difficult for ordinary people to detect to the medicinal diet that you carefully prepare every day." After that, she turned around leisurely, her eyes gently swept across the food box on the table that still exuded a faint medicinal fragrance.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xuanchen's body shook, as if he had been struck by thunder. He froze in place, his face instantly darkening to the point where water could drip from it. In his dark eyes, anger and shock intertwined, as if there was a dark aura lingering around, outlining his entire outline to be particularly eerie and terrifying. "You... poisonous woman!" He was furious, his voice hoarse and trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying endless hatred and unwillingness.

At this time, Zhang Menghan was already scared out of her wits. She knelt on the ground and desperately crawled forward, trying to escape from the terrifying atmosphere that was about to collapse. Her face was full of fear and despair, and tears and sweat intertwined, blurring her vision.

Xiao Xuanchen turned sideways and looked at her with complicated eyes. There was shock and pain in his eyes, as if at this moment he truly realized that there was such deep betrayal and conspiracy hidden around him.

Seeing this, Zheng Xiyan raised a sarcastic smile, which contained both ridicule towards Xiao Xuanchen and helplessness towards her own fate. "Your Majesty, it is not too late now that you know the truth." She spoke coldly, her voice clear but with a piercing chill. "Being able to die clearly before your death may be a relief for you, and it will not be in vain for your life as an emperor."

Xiao Xuanchen's body shook as he struggled to get up, but he had no strength left. His eyes bulged out with anger and unwillingness, his face was as pale as paper, but he still stared at Zheng Xiyan, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance in his heart forever. "Why..." He uttered these two words with difficulty, and each word seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

But the only answer he got was Zheng Xiyan's cold and resolute back, and the aura of death that gradually permeated the surroundings.

The night was as dark as ink. Inside the palace walls, the lights were dim, but they could not illuminate the darkness and complexity deep in people's hearts. Zheng Xiyan stood in the center of the hall, as if she was shrouded by an invisible hostility. Her eyes were no longer the gentle autumn water of the past, but condensed with frost, as sharp as a sword, piercing Xiao Xuanchen's weak body.