He killed someone, she finished him off, even the crazy Marquis was shocked

As soon as the words fell, a cold light flashed across.

Xiahou Su thrust his sword straight forward, bringing up bursts of sword energy.

The last rays of moonlight shone through the window, illuminating the sharp edge of the sword, hiding a deep murderous intent.

Go forward.

"Today, I can personally avenge those dead souls."

Light and shadow rose and fell in the hall as swords and sabers intersected.

The moonlight faded and the sun rose.

The blood spread throughout the hall.

The long sword pierced through Song Qiyu's heart.

He half-knelt on the ground, looking at Xiahou Su in front of him, with unwillingness in his eyes.

"Why..."

Xiahou Su casually wiped his sword with his clothes, his tone indifferent.

"I know you are unwilling, and I also know that you are helpless in the imperial family, but this is not a reason for you to do evil."

Song Qiyu tightly grasped the corner of Xiahou Su's clothes and wanted to say something, but he couldn't. Blood kept pouring out of his mouth, draining his life bit by bit.

"What you said just now is right but also wrong. You said friendship... Yes, you and I used to have a friendship, but you seem to have forgotten that you destroyed this friendship with your own hands."

Xiahou Su threw the sword aside and looked at Song Qiyu with pity.

"Don't meet me again in the next life!"

After Xiahou Su finished speaking, he waved away the corner of his clothes that was being pulled by Song Qiyu.

Song Qiyu lost his support and fell to the ground in an instant.

What I saw was Li Siwan's quiet back.

Those past memories flashed through my mind instantly.

There was regret in his eyes, and Song Qiyu's sigh was choked in his throat.

After all, he was the one who pushed her away.

If there is an afterlife...

Ah...

Forget it. If there is an afterlife, I hope I will no longer be in an imperial family and just be an ordinary person.

In this life, he had no choice after all.

Throughout his life, there are always so many things and so much helplessness that push him to move forward.

If you don't fight for your rights, you will die in the end.

But even if he really became the emperor, he would inevitably be plotted against in the future.

Song Qiyu had seen through all this long ago, but was forced to snatch it.

Now that everything has settled, he watches his life passing by like a revolving lantern.

Suddenly I felt a sense of relief.

Surviving is also hell, it would be easier to die.

The light in his eyes gradually disappeared, but at Song Qiyu's final moment, a smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

But he didn't close his eyes.

It's as if he is greedy for the last bit of beauty in this world.

Xiahou Su sighed deeply, and finally squatted down, reaching out and closing Song Qiyu's eyes himself.

He knew that Song Qiyu was just a miserable man.

Forced by the situation, there are many things we cannot do about it that have led to this point today.

Now that things have come to an end, all the past has been written off.

"puff..."

Xiahou Su's blood boiled, and he could endure it no longer.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, making his face pale, and he managed to steady himself by leaning on one side.

He was weak and seriously ill, and using his internal energy in this way would indeed be harmful to his body.

The hall was silent and filled with the smell of blood.

Xiahou Su just glanced at it indifferently, wiped the blood off his hands, and then came to Li Siwan's side.

At this moment, he had put away the hostility around him, and gently picked up Li Siwan by the waist, and slowly walked out of the blood-filled hall.

At the same time, in the queen's bedroom.

The queen was sitting in the courtyard at this time, with a calm expression.

Han Zhi walked out from the darkness and placed the teacup in her hand beside the queen.

"My lady, please have some tea."

The queen came back to her senses after hearing the voice, nodded, took the teacup, drank a sip of tea, and looked at Han Zhi.

"Zhi'er, do you think the situation will change?"

"Since ancient times, the winners have been kings and the losers have been bandits. This is a foregone conclusion. However, if His Highness the Fourth Prince really wins this time, we..."

“He can’t win.”

Faced with the Queen's confidence, Han Zhi hesitated, but did not ask any further questions.

"Then His Majesty is in danger, do we need to do anything?"

"Zhi'er, you must remember that our Guangyuan Han Clan has never protected the royal family, but the world and the people. Whoever in the royal family can benefit the people is the emperor."

"Yes, my lady, I understand."

The queen then withdrew her gaze with satisfaction and put the teacup aside.

Look up at the rising sun.

"It's dawn, the dust has settled, it's time for us to go and take a look!"

"Yes."

.......

"No, Asuku!"

A scream rang out in the hall, and Li Siwan suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Late night."

A familiar voice sounded beside me, but it was not Xiahou Su's.

Han Zhi reached out to support Li Siwan, gently stroking her back to comfort her.

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

"Xiaozhi?"

Li Siwan looked around and did not see Xiahou Su. The uneasiness in his heart instantly reached its peak.

"Where is Xiahou Su? Is he..."

"Young Marquis Su is fine. He is just dealing with the final details of the coup."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. It's Young Marquis Su who asked me to stay here and take care of you."

As he was speaking, Su Xiaoyao brought in some medicine from outside.

"You're awake? Great, take your medicine."

Li Siwan had a severe headache and recalled what happened before he fainted.

But I can't remember much.

But the sky outside was clearly past noon.

She has been sleeping for half the day.

"How is the emperor doing?"

Han Zhi's expression changed slightly, Su Xiaoyao spoke frankly.

"Song Qiyu is dead, the Second Prince is seriously injured, and as for His Majesty, his spine was broken by Song Qiyu's attack. Imperial Physician Fang and everyone in the Imperial Hospital are doing their best to treat him."

"I gonna go see!"

Li Siwan quickly got out of bed and ran outside without even bothering to take his medicine.

Seeing this, Han Zhi hurried to follow.

Li Siwan ran away in a hurry. Song Qiyu's death was reasonable and it was part of the plan.

But if His Majesty dies at this moment, there will probably be even greater troubles later.

After all, the two princes outside are both ruthless characters who are no less powerful than Song Qiyu.

If Song Jingxiao wants to get to the top, he has to do it legitimately.

Li Siwan thought about it and ran very quickly.

He didn't notice the figure walking into the emperor's bedroom at all.

As soon as I reached the door, I ran into a familiar embrace.

Xiahou Su groaned, but reached out to hold Li Siwan tightly.

Li Siwan raised his eyes and saw Xiahou Su’s pale face, and his heart trembled.

"Asu, are you okay?"

"It's okay, just a little tired."

He looked disheveled and haggard. Li Siwan no longer cared about anything else and reached out to touch his pulse.

Then he frowned and quickly took out the pill and gave it to him.

"He's moving his internal energy again!"

"no way."

Xiahou Su smiled bitterly. Li Siwan couldn't blame him at this moment.

Fortunately, it was nothing serious and he felt much more stable after taking the medicine.

Li Siwan wanted to say something, but there was a sound of panic in the hall.

"Oh no, His Majesty's pulse is getting weaker and weaker. If it continues like this, I'm afraid..."

"Bring the immortality pill here."

"quick..."