A tragic death in his previous life! Reborn to marry a stupid king and seize your kingdom

Chapter 1 Give me death

The deep palace of the Northern Kingdom.

Two iron chains passed through Jiang Fengqing's collarbone, nailing her to the wall. The dried blood stains were washed away by the rain on her bulging abdomen, dyeing her whole body red. Her disheveled hair was stuck to her face with blood, and she could no longer see it. Clear the original appearance.

The rain pattered on the eaves, and the damp and muddy palace maid's room emitted a stench. A few mice dragged their long mud tails and rushed to Jiang Fengqing's rotten and smelly legs to sniff. Just as they were about to bite, they He was frightened by the sudden sound of footsteps outside the door and ran away.

With a 'squeak', the wooden door was pushed open, and the wet mud smell blew away some of the stench in the room. A palace maid walked in, knelt down and carefully wiped the already spotless chair in the room several times, and then wiped the chair. The surrounding floor was then moved aside, and he respectfully shouted towards the door: "Your Majesty, your maid has wiped it clean."

"What day is it today?"

Jiang Fenghua, a woman wearing a golden phoenix dress and a hairpin with eight treasures and beads on her head, held her waist with one hand and wore an emerald green jade bracelet on her long and white wrist. With the support of the palace maid, she sat lazily in the room. The only clean chair.

But his eyes were staring straight at the woman hanging on the wall, her beautiful eyes full of hatred.

The maid behind her immediately replied flatteringly: "Back to your Majesty, today is..."

"Have I asked you this?" Jiang Fenghua glanced at her, and the palace maid's face turned pale, and she immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

The room was filled with clear sounds of kowtows from the palace maid. A large amount of blood mixed with sand on her forehead streaked across the palace maid's cheek. Jiang Fengqing, who was nailed to the wall by an iron chain, still closed her eyes tightly and lowered her head, showing no reaction.

Jiang Fenghua stared at Jiang Fengqing for a long time before speaking: "It seems that my sister is still angry with my concubine."

Jiang Fenghua pretended to be sad, sighed softly, and whispered: "Bring in the gift that I have carefully prepared for my sister."

The chain clattered, and Jiang Fengqing straightened her body instantly. She couldn't help but tremble, but she still lowered her head and bit her lips, refusing to say a word or look at Jiang Fenghua.

"So my sister can hear me?"

Jiang Fenghua's eyes brightened, and the smile on her face became more and more obvious. Bloodthirsty excitement appeared in her dark pupils. She quickly waved her hand: "Quick! Get the thing in front of my sister and let her take a good look. .”

The palace maid quickened her pace, held the tray high in her hands, and stopped in front of Jiang Fengqing.

The strong smell of blood filled Jiang Fengqing's nose, and she raised her head suddenly.

There was no trace of blood in his chapped lips, and his eyes were fixed on the white cloth covering the tray that was soaked with blood. His numb expression instantly turned into panic, his body was shaking into chaff, and the chains behind him were shaking.

For seven days, for seven whole days, Jiang Fenghua would bring the broken limbs and limbs of her closest relatives to torture her body and mind.

The first day was the heart of her six-year-old brother, the second day was the face of the palace maid, her grandmother's palm, half of her uncle's body after being torn apart by a car, her mother's head, Yun Hao's cousin's eyes...

What is it today? She didn't dare to think any further.

The palace maid lifted up the white cloth, and a pair of arms still soaked in blood suddenly appeared in front of her.

Big raindrops rolled down from the sky outside, making the windows crackle. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and the room lit up for a moment, clearly illuminating the tray.

The arms were thick and powerful, and the broken arm on the tray was covered with calluses from years of fighting enemies on the battlefield. Jiang Fengqing recognized it at a glance by the light of lightning.

There was a buzzing in her ears, and the blood in her body instantly condensed. Then she struggled violently and threw herself at the tray, letting out hoarse screams: "Cousin Yunxuan!!"

The iron chain passed through the collarbone and moved two meters forward. Blood traced two marks on the ground along the iron chain. Jiang Fengqing waved her bare arms in the air, desperately trying to hold Bai Yunxuan's arms in his arms. In arms.

With a "poof" sound, Jiang Fenghua covered her handkerchief and laughed heartily: "Sister, do you still want to hold cousin Yunxuan's hand? Could it be that you have forgotten that your arm had already been lifted from the elbow when you rescued His Majesty at the border? He was chopped off."       "My sister's friendship with His Majesty is really strong, but it is such a pity that it ended up like this."

Jiang Fengqing's eyes were fixed on those two arms without even raising her eyelids. Although she had been reduced to this state, she still had a sense of pride in her body. She had always looked down upon this second uncle and his daughter from a foreign wife.

Seeing that Jiang Fengqing still regarded herself as aloof, a crack finally appeared on Jiang Fenghua's face. When she was in Jiang Mansion, Jiang Fengqing was like this, always aloof and unwilling to even look at her.

Now, not only is she a prisoner, she is also missing arms and legs. He had robbed her husband and everything that belonged to her. Why was she still so arrogant?
  Jiang Fenghua stood up, held her waist with one hand, and was supported by the palace maid with the other hand. She walked to Jiang Fengqing, picked up one of Bai Yunxuan's arms and rubbed Jiang Fengqing's cheek.

"Sister, please feel the last warmth of cousin Yunxuan. You will never have the chance again."

The palace maid's room was quiet for a while. Jiang Fengqing closed her eyes with a pale face and asked in a hoarse voice: "You have tortured me enough for seven days, right?"

The sound of rain gradually became louder, and distant thunder could be heard faintly outside the house. The strong wind carried sand and dust and made a rustling sound on the windows.

"Now, can you grant me death?"

Hearing the last sentence, Jiang Fenghua's eyes suddenly brightened up. She dropped the remaining arm in her hand, pinched Jiang Fengqing's chin with her fingers and lifted it up, forcing her to open her eyes.

He asked excitedly: "Were you begging me just now? You are finally willing to beg me!"

"Hahaha..." Jiang Fenghua laughed wantonly, flicked her finger, and released Jiang Fengqing's chin, "Then I will help you, and today is the day you die."

"I almost forgot to tell you."

Jiang Fenghua sat back on the chair where she was just now and said slowly: "Everyone in the White House was executed today. Your Majesty finally got what he wanted today. I can keep you here today because I don't want you to miss this good news."

She stared intently at Jiang Fengqing, afraid of missing any of her expressions.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jiang Fengqing raised her head and looked at Jiang Fenghua blankly, her eyes filled with disbelief, as if she had heard some big joke!

For the first time in the past few days, he looked at Jiang Fenghua with a straight eye.

His body shook violently with excitement, and the chains rattled.

"What nonsense are you talking about! The emperor likes me so much, how could he touch the Bai family? My maternal grandfather, the Bai family, fought for the emperor to repel the soldiers from the Northern Kingdom, made great military exploits, assisted the emperor step by step to win the world, and conquered and regained lost lands for the emperor. The emperor should be bestowed with titles and rewards, so how can he kill everyone in his family?"

"You must be lying to me!!!"

Jiang Fengqing looked at Jiang Fenghua with more and more eager eyes, trying to see a flaw in her face, but her heart sank to the bottom bit by bit.

During the past few days of being locked up and tortured, Jiang Fengqing vaguely thought of the worst possibility, but she still couldn't believe it: "The emperor was so gentle to me in the past. He said that I would be her only queen. He had just ascended the throne. The throne, just make me the queen, so affectionate, how could you..."

"enough!"

Jiang Fenghua's eyebrows jumped when she heard the word queen. She clenched her fists under her sleeves and her nails slowly dug into her palms. Jiang Fengqing will be the queen until her death, but now she is just an imperial concubine. How could she not hate her? ?

She waved her hand and said, "Eunuch Zhao, you can come and read the imperial edict."

(End of this chapter)