Snowflakes were falling, and in a lonely palace, Fu Ronghua was lying on the bed, his face haggard and his eyebrows knitted.

Even with such a sickly appearance, it still couldn't stop her stunning appearance, but it made her look even more sickly and frail.

A cough came from his mouth, and Fu Ronghua knew that he would not survive until his birthday.

There is still one month left, but a month that used to seem short to her is now so long.

Three days ago, she was the supreme concubine of the emperor, and was about to be crowned a concubine. She was the well-deserved first person in the harem.

But in just three days, she fell from prosperity to the ground, and now everyone around her has even disappeared.

When the illness is like this, no one cares about it. This is the case in the harem. After the prosperity is gone, the ground is filled with mud.

She knew it the day she was thrown into the cold palace. Look, how noble she was raised, but a cold wind killed her.

Her vision gradually blurred, but what appeared in her mind was a beautiful, gentle and affectionate woman with a bookish air. She remembered that she was the only woman in the harem who regarded her as a good friend.

Don't step on her because of her downfall, don't fawn over her because of her prosperity, just get to know her as a person. Unfortunately, there will be no chance again.

Fu Ronghua felt like she was drifting. She looked at the cold palace that was getting farther and farther away in front of her, feeling a little confused. What was wrong with her? Isn't she dead?

She felt so light, and her body floated past the palaces everywhere, and finally stopped in a quiet and quiet place, which was a place full of bamboo trees.

Pingle Tower was where she lived. It seemed as if she was being pulled and floating in the palace, and she heard the sound.

"Does Your Majesty do this to be worthy of Ronghua's sincerity?" The voice was not as gentle as before, but was hoarse.

She saw that the man in a purple and gold dragon robe, with handsome features and an indifferent expression was the current emperor, Xuan Ji. He stood there with a tall and straight posture and a clear temperament. When he heard the question, his expression did not change at all.

His voice was as cold as ice, and the words he spoke were like sharp arrows piercing the heart, piercing Fu Ronghua's heart. "She is just a chess piece. Is it worth your life to seek justice for her?"

His thin lips curved into a sarcastic smile, "Xie Zhaoyi, don't forget, you are a saint from the Li clan, and the person standing behind you is not just one person, but thousands of Li clan people."

He bent down and pinched Xie Zhaoyi's chin, "If you were motivated, you wouldn't be the only one who died."

Xie Zhaoyi's body was shaking. She wanted to retreat, but the emperor grabbed her wrist and the thing she was holding fell down. It was a letter, "Let me guess what you want to do."

Xie Zhaoyi stared at her with eyes that were clear in the past, now filled with hatred.

Xuan Ji let go of his hand and unfolded the letter, "Do you want to join forces with King Zhao to take revenge?" His eyes were cold, "Do you think I can't do anything to you because of the Li Clan?"

He lit the letter and burned it, "This is your final destination." He walked out of the hall and disappeared into the darkness.

The emperor is ruthless, and Xuan Ji will not stop for anyone in his life. Everyone is a pawn for him to weigh his status, and Fu Ronghua is no exception. Even if he favors her, the same goes for the concubines in the harem.
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