Chapter 3951
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But it seemed that Yan Ying didn't want her to die naturally, but wanted to send her off personally.
"Someone come."
The Host panicked and immediately took out a pen and paper to write a line. Her hands were trembling. The line of words wasn't very nice.
— Let me see him. If he wants me to die, I will die.
Yan Ying frowned as she looked at the original owner of the body. She was moved by her side profile.
When she was the same age as her, she was also obsessed with the word 'love'.
But thinking about it later, how ridiculous it was. The man who made her bleed, she had already killed him.
If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have to live in fear in Song all these years. She was afraid that her matter would be exposed. She was afraid that Song Qinghan's hard won throne would be in vain.
The so-called 'love' was just a joke compared to 'power'.
After an hour, Song Qinghan and Ning Shui Xin had sex and then came to the Cold Palace.
At that time, the Host had been kneeling on the ground for more than an hour.
He glanced at her for a moment before looking at Yan Ying and saying, "She's a mute. Is Imperial Mother worrying too much?"
"She just can't speak. It doesn't mean that she can't write. She can still write and tell our secret." Yan Ying frowned and said, "Son, we worked so hard to get the Song Dynasty. We can't ruin it because of this woman. In this world, only the mouth of the dead is the most strict. "
Song Qinghan was silent for a long time. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Break her hands and drive her out of the palace tomorrow."
Yan Ying was stunned. After a long time, she nodded and said, "Okay."
In fact, she didn't understand why it was tomorrow. But it was only one day later. It didn't matter.
After a long while, the servants brought the ten finger splints from the palace and used the punishment on the Host.
The ten fingers were connected to the heart. In addition, the Host's body was weak. The moment the splints were put, she spat out a mouthful of blood.
Her face turned pale instantly. Her eyes sunk and she fainted.
"Do you need to wake her up?" The servant asked.
"No need." Song Qinghan said.
Although the Host was unconscious during the execution, she still couldn't breathe because of the pain. It was as if all the strength in her body had been drained. It was as if she would step into the gates of hell in the next second.
She didn't know how long had passed. She felt that she couldn't exert any strength. Even the feeling of pain was almost gone.
Her breathing was like a gossamer thread. It was probably referring to her.
That night, Song Qinghan drank a lot and walked to the Cold Palace.
When the original owner heard the sound, Song Qinghan directly pushed her down.
She was shocked. She wanted to resist, but found that she only had enough strength to open her eyes wide. Her bones made cracking sounds.
"Why are you shocked? Why do you want to resist?"
She pursed her lips tightly and didn't say a word. She only gasped for air.
Right now, it was as if she would have to pant for a long time if she moved even a little.
Song Qinghan looked at her shocked face and used all his strength to imprison her and kiss her lips.
In the next second, she spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
In the end, Song Qinghan didn't continue. He carefully looked at her body. There wasn't a single place that was intact.
Her breathing was very weak. It was as if it would stop in the next second.
"Little De."
"This servant is here."
"Call the imperial doctor. I will personally send her out of the palace tomorrow."
Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, keep teasing
Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, keep teasing
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