The Empress Behind the Veil
Chapter 391 How You Want to Torture Me
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There was a flash that flashed through the mind of Emperor Zhaolie, the scene when every time Qin Ruojiu was persecuted and also tortured by him, the memory kept pouncing on him like a continuous crashing tide, there was a wave that kept shaking that suddenly appeared in his heart. Looking at the speechless look of the Emperor, when Zhuo Ying was about to speak, he suddenly got pushed violently by Emperor Zhaolie, his body staggered, and his body staggered, he rushed to stabilize his footing and tilted his body to the side only to be able to dodge so that his head would not hit the horse at the side. Turning his head, Zhuo Ying looked at Emperor Zhaolie who had already rushed over to the Queen without any concern.
Zhuo Ying who felt something was amiss slightly stepped forward and frowned involuntarily.
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“Don't come here, if you step forward again then you know what I'm going to do!” Qin Ruojiu was standing there, the wind was hitting her injured face, the piercing pain made her all over her body as if she was yelling. Qin Ruojiu continuously tried to restrain herself, clenching her teeth tightly, preventing her from groaning.
Emperor Zhaolie deeply understood Qin Ruojiu's stubborn nature, at that very instant he subconsciously stopped his footsteps, staring fixedly at Qin Ruojiu, who was not at all, in his cold eyes there was anger that seemed to want to tear Qin Ruojiu apart, Emperor Zhaolie said word for word: “You came quickly, I want you to come here, did you hear it?”
Qin Ruojiu did not say anything, only staring fixedly at the dark sky that was in the distance.
Father said that when people die it will turn into ghosts, then fly into the sky and become stars, is that true?
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Emperor Zhaolie looked at the silent Qin Ruojiu like that, in the depths of those dark eyes, as if there was a burning cold flame, Emperor Zhaolie said coldly: “Qin Ruojiu, who is the only one who has died, what exactly do you want to do? How do you want to torture me?” Speaking up to here, there was a trace of pain that flashed across his eyes, the blue veins on his forehead twitching, his perfect facial features were slightly wrinkled, his pair of fists clenched. At this moment, Emperor Zhaolie only knew how scared he would be if Qin Ruojiu were to leave. Not a kind of ordinary separation, but separation due to leave the world and will never meet again.
After Emperor Zhaolie shouted, he began to look at the person who was already heavily injured by himself with eyes filled with pain, his countenance pale, his eyes showing disappointment and hatred, Emperor Zhaolie said: 'The look on his face is one of disappointment and hatred: “As long as you are willing to return, I will approve anything!”
Zhuo Ying and Zhao Yuanran had never seen an Emperor so majestic that he could express a sentence with such a thick tone of plea.
Both of them were shocked, compared to Zhao Yuanran's jealousy and hatred, Zhuo Ying instead felt extremely worried. Zhuo Ying was very afraid of something happening to the Queen at the moment, but he was also unable to say it, and with the existence of the Emperor, naturally the invisible Zhu Ying felt like he was an outsider.
Listening to Emperor Zhaolie's pleading tone, Qin Ruojiu finally turned around, her eyes were sharp and also filled with annoyance, Qin Ruojiu said coldly: “Then, you always misunderstood me and tortured me, Qin Ruojiu said coldly, now you also know the pain of being tortured by others?”
There was fire gushing from Emperor Zhaolie's eyes, his anger soaring high, his hands clenched, he said coldly: “Actually what do you want to do? Die off? I don't allow it!”
Qin Ruojiu felt herself never a more naive remark than this. At that moment Qin Ruojiu immediately laughed.
Although laughing could make his wound even more painful, Qin Ruojiu still smiled for the sake of his pleasure at that moment.
Qin Ruojiu laughed so heartbreakingly, she burst into laughter. His physique was extremely weak, coupled with a lack of energy and blood, after receiving such a blow, his weak body was already on the verge of collapsing.
Every little vibration, in the eyes of Emperor Zhaolie was undoubtedly already like a knife incision etched in his heart.
