The Cold Palace is located in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by ancient trees and overgrown with weeds. So even in the scorching midday there was no a trace of warmth.

Without doctors or medicine, Ji Yuanli reckoned that He Lingshuang would not last three days. She deliberately visit the Cold palace, in the hope of burying the corpse, only to find that the originally deserted courtyard had been tidied up, dilapidated but tidy.

He Lingshuang sat in the middle of the courtyard, changing her dressing in the sunlight. The chair with a broken leg was a little wobbly, but her sat quite straight.

No matter what predicament she was in, she maintained this unassuming pride that drove Ji Yuanli crazy with envy.

She rushed forward, grabbed Ling Shuang's hair, and yanked her back. "Bitch, why are you still alive? !"

Unexpectedly, Lingshuang was dragged to the ground. Her freshly drugged arm rubbing against the rough stone slab and instantly became bloody.

Ji Yuanyi wasn't satisfied yet, raising her leg and kicking her straight in the waist again, "Bitch, return my sister's eyes."

The crimson noble imperial concubine dress was in a long, sleek skirt, and the jade gemstone shoes shone with a cold light in the sunlight, just like its arrogant and domineering master.

Ling Shuang's pupils shrank slightly. Not caring about the pain of the scalp tightening, she suddenly caught the foot and pulled.

Ji Yuanli did not expect her to resist so fiercely. She fell to the ground as well. The two of them immediately wrestled to one another.

Before she went into a coma, she was just imperial concubine Li, but now she was noble imperial concubine Li. The He family is in the throes of bad luck, but she is on her way. It is difficult for Ling Shuang not to relate the two events together. "Ji Yuanli, I will take revenge for Jingshu today. I will use her eyes to see you go to hell."

Ling Shuang was injured, and should have been no match for Ji Yuanli. But because of the hatred in her heart, every strike was as if she had poured all her strength into it. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red, and her expression was fierce, as if she was a seductive evil ghost from the infernal hell.

Ji Yuanli was afraid and wanted to beg for mercy. She skimmed over to the door and saw a flash of bright yellow. She immediately thought of a plan. "Empress, don' t make the same mistakes again. Do you really think that if you kill me, no one will know that you had killed sister Jingshu?"

Her tone suddenly became gentle and modest, as if she was a kind of bodhisattva advising people to be kind. "You know that the person the emperor likes was my sister, not only did you kill her but you also gouged out her eyes. You let my sister die without a whole corpse, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"When you get to hell, I will dig out these eyes and return them to her!" He Lingshuang thought that when that time came, she and Jingshu would be even. She would tell Feng Qianchen the truth, and she would no longer have to hide herself when facing him and she would not be inferior again...

However, as soon as Ling Shuang's idea was formed, a cold light flashed in front of her and a steel knife slashed down straight at her face.

"Pffft!" Blood splattered everywhere!

The steel knife went three inches into his shoulder, and a hint of hair behind her fluttered to the ground

However, the pain in her body was less than one thousandth of her heartache. Lingshuang raised her head and looked incredulously at the man in front of her whom she had always respected as a divine residence. "Qian, Qianchen, were you...were you trying to kill me?"

Was the man, whom she had loved for ten years, going to kill her today?

At that moment, Feng Qianchen really wanted to kill her. However, when he met that pair of clear eyes with immense disappointment, he could not do it any more.

It was Jingshu's eye. If she were dead, he wouldn't even be able to see Jingshu's eyes.

Scalding tears fell down, making Feng Qianchen to loosen his hands, "A vicious woman like you can't compensate for Jingshu's life even if you dies a thousand times."

"I want you to watch the He family perish. I want you to live a life worse than death." He completely ignored the injuries on her body. He violently toppled her to the ground, supporting Ji Yuanli up.

"It's because I'm late. I've made you suffer." His expression was as warm as the morning sunshine in March. he smoothed her bun neatly with his hands and wiped away the tears from her eyes, "Be good, I will take good care of you."

Watching him pick her up horizontally and watch him carry her away step by step, Ling Shuang's heart felt as if it was being fiercely ground by a dull knife. "Feng Qianchen, you will regret it. You will definitely regret it!"

Despite her hysteria, he did not look back.

The bright red blood flowed all over her shoulders and soaked her clothes.

He Lingshuang looked at the blurry sky with a sad smile. Perhaps it was not bad to die like this: at least you don't have to watch the He family broken up.