Qingli slowly raised his eyes and looked at Murong Che.

This man is his imperial uncle by blood.

She gave him many firsts in her life, the first kiss, the first love, the first time she knew how it felt to like someone, the first time she knew what it felt like to be jealous...

So many firsts, blended together, turned into unforgettable hatred!

"Murong Che, my life has been ruined by you!" Qingli cried desperately.

Murong Che was stung by the hatred in her eyes.

Qingli suddenly pulled out the sword from Liancheng's waist and stabbed Murongche risklessly.

There was a "pop" sound, the sound of flesh being pierced.

Murong Che looked at the sharp sword piercing his chest with an unbelievable look in his eyes.

He could have avoided it, but he didn't know why he didn't.

Upon this sudden change, everyone's expressions changed, and the maids screamed one after another. Cai Jinzhi was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Your Majesty, how are you?" Xiyue asked anxiously.

Murong Che used his inner strength to shake away the sword that penetrated his body. He looked at Qingli coldly with his eyes, but chuckled at the corner of his mouth, "You want to kill me?"

Qingli's eyes were filled with hatred. He looked at him and said word by word: "I want to send you to eternal hell!"

Xiyue advised anxiously: "Your Majesty, your wound is still bleeding. Let's deal with the injury first. We can talk about other things later."

Murong Che didn't care about the bleeding wound at all. He grabbed Qingli's slender neck and gritted his teeth and said: "Why? Am I not good enough to you? Do you, a woman, have any heart!?"

The trachea was stuck, and Qingli's face turned purple due to lack of oxygen.

The long-term suffocation caused the brain to be deprived of oxygen, making her head dizzy and unable to think. At this moment, she suddenly thought, just die like this. After dying a hundred times, she would never have to face such shame and unbearableness again.

Qingli closed his eyes gently.

Murong Che squeezed her neck, the veins on the back of his hand bulging out from anger. He looked at her snow-white and slender neck, so fragile and vulnerable that he could easily break it with just a little force.

Just kill her. If you kill her, you won't have to endure such heartbreaking pain.

I was thinking this in my heart, but for some reason I couldn't exert any strength in my hands.

Liancheng watched from the side, wondering why things would develop like this in the end, but if he didn't take action, the senior sister's neck would probably be broken.

"Let her go!"

Liancheng struck at Murong Che with a palm, knocked him back with the wind of his palm, and reached out to hug the dying Qing Li.

ps: I changed it to a physical cover, isn’t it beautiful?
Chapter completed!