Chapter 2195: Yun Miao 4

“Go to hell.”

Outside the hall, the fierce wind howled. In the midst of thunder and lightning, it illuminated the woman’s bloodshot eyes etched with deep hatred. The blade in her hand was chilling, like a man-eating Devil, eager to devour him.

How deep is this hatred? He has drunk the wine she personally fed him, the poison has permeated his lungs, as she wished, his intestines are rotting, condemned to die miserably…

Yet she is still unsatisfied, had to stab him again and again, watching him suffer, watching his despair and fear to be truly happy?

Why is there such a vicious woman in the world?

No one would believe, that the woman persisting like a Devil now slaughtering him, is his biological mother…

Ha… She is already insane, he doesn’t hate her, this life was given by her, just consider it returned, from now on they owe each other nothing.

He just thinks she is pitiful and pathetic.

Does she really love Younger brother Feng? She did everything for him, even plotting against her own son, to deliver the throne to him.

No, this selfish woman, the only one she loves is herself alone, Younger brother Feng is just a grand excuse to satisfy her private desires.

In a trance, he seems to see that year in Deyun Hall, with snow flying all over the sky, a young boy wandering hesitantly from the snow, once cautiously glanced at him, once helplessly and dependently held onto his clothes.

“Brother, I’m scared.”

Feng’er, I’m sorry, brother can no longer accompany you…

He sees his soul floating up, sees that woman still madly stabbing into the already cold corpse, blood and flesh flying, hands and face covered in blood, but she cares not, her eyes are almost mechanical and numb, overwhelming with oppression and fear.

“Bang” a loud noise, the fierce wind snapped a decades-old tree outside the hall, thunder rolling, white lightning splitting the sky as if tearing this world in two.

A young man in splendid attire stumbled and rushed in, he saw him and the woman argue, his face full of endless sorrow and despair, he saw him squat down, gently caressing the corpse’s face, repeatedly calling brother…

How many years has it been, the once little child has grown up…

He wants to see his face, but it seems there is a mysterious force from the horizon, he can only hover in midair, unable to approach.

The young man carried him, trudging out of the palace with difficulty, the corpse’s feet dragging on the floor, leaving a long trail of blood.

“Brother, let’s go home.”

The young man accidentally tripped over the threshold, falling heavily to the ground with the icy corpse on his back, the body rolling down the steps, seemingly falling into Hell.

“No.” The young man disregarded his wounds, stumbling down, running too rushed and falling down the stairs, his hairpin fell off, long black hair fluttering wildly in the fierce wind, scrambling to leave this ridiculous world.

The young man’s silhouette was elegant and slender, his flowing black hair wild, just seeing the back, already shows the demeanor of a peerless beauty, no trace of youthful aura.

He stared at the figure rushing towards the corpse, disbelief filling his eyes.

Turns out… Younger brother Feng is actually a girl?

Why? Why did she do this? Hiding Younger brother Feng’s female identity for so many years, hiding her like an object unfit for light, even granting this world to her, what is that woman really doing?

“He is already dead.” Rong Qiuyi dragged the long Phoenix Robe and walked out from the hall, her words cold and ruthless as her brows.

Those emotionless eyes quietly looked at the girl kneeling at the steps clutching the corpse, with no hint of compassion, only endless darkness and coldness like an abyss.

“Feng’er, come back.” Implied warning in her dignified tone.

Unfortunately, the girl would no longer obediently be the puppet in her hand.

“You once promised me not to harm brother, so all these years, I willingly hid in the shadows like a ghost, willingly became your puppet, but now, you killed brother, I will never forgive you.”

The girl’s voice crisp like icy beads, firm yet chilling, inexplicably causing a breath of cold air from Hell.

What?

Turns out Feng’er… was controlled by this woman all these years for his sake?

He was truly foolish, knowing nothing, letting his sister bear everything with her small body.

“If he lived, he’d only be a stumbling block for you, only in his death, will this world truly be ours, see, from now on, this vast land will be under your feet, you are the Supreme Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, everyone shall crawl at your feet, nothing in the world will ever be beyond your reach.”