Chapter 1563: The Tyrant Emperor: How Many Times Do You Want to Assassinate Me? (47)

The damp secret room, the room full of blood. Those mocking words, like needles, entered her ears word by word.

"Just dispose of the body as usual!" The nanny looked at Xiao Tian, ​​who was covered in blood, with disgust and said, "Anyway, people in the cold palace are not qualified to ask our internal affairs team for people."

Another nanny shook the agate jade bracelet in her hand, put it in Xiao Tian's pocket and said, "This is a kind gift from Miss Yue. You must thank her well on your way to the underworld."

"Swoosh——" As soon as the voice fell, the candle flickered.

In just a moment, the secret room, which was originally only dimly lit, suddenly darkened.

The two maids took a breath of cold air, looking at Xiaotian on the nail board with horror. One of them said tremblingly: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, don't come to us...ah..."

"Didn't you kill her?" Luo Qingchen, dressed in white, stood in front of Xiaotian at a very fast speed, looking at the two maids, and said coldly: "The Yellow Spring Road is too lonely. If there are more people, it will be less deserted."

Her right hand trembled slightly and placed on Xiaotian's neck. There was no temperature, no beating.

She was really dead... She was tortured to death like this...

"Don't kill us, don't kill us..." The two maids kept retreating, holding their heads and curled up in the corner begging for mercy: "It was Miss Yue, Miss Yue asked us to do this, she...she wanted to take revenge...the woman in the cold palace..."

In an instant, Luo Qingchen's cold eyes narrowed, with a faint bloodshot, and a murderous intent in his eyes.

She gently shook her right hand, and the exquisite ring was instantly on her ring finger, with a faint golden light emanating from the ring.

Even in this plane where supernatural powers cannot be used, the artifact can sense the anger of its owner.

With a "clang", the Fengwu Sword split the handcuffs that bound Xiaotian.

She fell softly, and Luo Qingchen stretched out his right hand and hugged her. Her crystal eyes fell, and she bit her lips, and said in her ears with a fierce look: "Don't worry, the person who killed you... I will definitely let her be buried with me."

The sun slowly set, and Yueliang slowly rose.

She carried Xiaotian's body, dressed in white, holding a Fengwu Sword, and walked towards Jingyue Hall step by step.

At the same time, the people in Jingyue Hall were dressing up carefully.

Today, his father, Yue Taifu, happened to enter the palace, and he would come to her Jingyue Hall with Lin Nanyi to have dinner in the evening.

Dressing up carefully for her most beloved man is a must.

But at this time, she received bad news.

"Miss Yue, the housekeeping team replied that the maid who went in this morning was very stubborn and refused to give in no matter what. She has been..." The maid who came to report wiped her neck with a solemn expression.

"She's dead, look how scared you are." Yue Caizhi said while putting on her bonus: "What's the big deal about the death of a humble maid? She should pray that there is only one maid in the cold palace, otherwise she would have died now. Hahahaha——"

"But..." The maid frowned and said: "The princess of the fallen country just took her away. The nanny said she was coming towards the Jingyue Palace."

Yue Caizhi's eyebrows moved slightly, and a very faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, saying: "A maid who stole my things should have died. Luo Qingchen wants to come for revenge, but there is no legitimate reason, don't you think?"