Chapter 3943 Rebirth of the Witch: Queen Feng Chao’s Counterattack (6)

But it seemed that Yan Ying did not want her to die naturally, but wanted to give her a ride personally.

"Someone is coming——"

The original owner panicked, and immediately took out a pen and paper to write down a line of words. Her hands were shaking a little, and the line of words was not that pretty.

——Let me meet him. If he wants me to die, I will die.

Yan Ying frowned, looking at the original owner like that, she was finally moved by the silhouette.

When she was the same age as her, she was also obsessed with the word 'love'.

But then I thought about how ridiculous it must have been. She had already killed the man who made him famous.

If it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't have had to live in fear in the Song Dynasty all these years. She was deeply afraid that her affairs would be exposed, and she was deeply afraid that Song Qinghan's hard-won throne would eventually fall short.

The so-called 'love' is just a joke compared to 'power'.

Half an hour later, after Song Qinghan and Ning Shui made love, they came to Leng Palace.

At that time, the original owner had been kneeling on the ground for more than half an hour.

He forgot about her for a moment, then looked at Yan Ying and said, "She is mute. Is the queen worried too much?"

"She just can't speak, it doesn't mean she can't write. She can also write and tell our secrets." Yan Ying frowned and said: "Wang Er, the Song Dynasty that we worked so hard to achieve cannot be ruined because of this woman. Yu Yi. In this world, only the mouth of the dead is the strictest."

Song Qinghan was silent for a long time, then narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Crap her hands over there and expel her from the palace tomorrow."

Yan Ying was stunned for a moment, nodded for a long time and said, "That's fine."

In fact, she never understood why it was tomorrow, but it was only a day apart, but it didn't matter.

After a while, the slaves brought up the finger splints from the palace and tortured the original owner.

The fingers were connected to the heart, and the original owner was physically weak. The moment the splint was clamped down, she spit out a mouthful of blood.

His whole face instantly turned pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and he fainted.

"Do you need to water it to wake it up?" the slave asked.

"No need." Song Qinghan said.

Although the original owner was in a state of fainting during the entire execution, even if he fainted, he was still in pain and couldn't breathe, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, as if he would step into the gate of hell in the next second.

She didn't know how long it had been, but she felt that she could no longer exert any strength, and even the pain was almost gone.

Qi Ruowei, probably talking about her.

That night, Song Qinghan drank a lot of wine and staggered to the cold palace.

The original owner heard the sound, and Song Qinghan threw her down directly.

She was shocked, and wanted to resist but found that she only had enough strength to open her eyes wide, and the bones in her body made a "clucking" sound.

"Why are you surprised, why do you want to resist?"

She pursed her lips tightly and didn't say a word, just gasping for air.

Now, it seems that if she moves even slightly, she will take a long time to breathe.

Song Qinghan looked at her shocked eyebrows, tried his best to restrain her, and kissed her lips.

The next second, she spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Song Qinghan didn't continue after all. He looked carefully at her whole body, and no part of her was intact.

His breathing was extremely weak, as if he would stop in the next second.

"Xiao Dezi."

"The slave is here."

"Doctor Xuan, please send her out of the palace in person tomorrow."