On our wedding night, he personally sent me to the Regent's bed

Chapter 200 Confession before Death

Ding Ruolian tore up the letter and said, "Why should I care about that bitch?"

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At noon the next day, in the dark prison of the palace.

Ding Ruoqiu, after experiencing the extremely cruel torture of the executioner, had been tortured beyond recognition. After a whole day and night of torture, she had almost lost her human form.

All four limbs were missing, and even the ribs and cheek bones were clearly visible under the remaining skin, like a cruel anatomical picture.

However, the executioner's knife skills were extremely superb. Even though Ding Ruoqiu was in such a miserable state, her chest was still rising and falling slightly.

She is still alive.

The pain had long since numbed me, but my consciousness was still unusually clear.

The executioner admired his work in a cold and perverted way, and did not hear the words that Ding Ruoqiu repeated over and over again:

"Senior sister, save me."

"Senior sister, save me."

It's vague and I can't hear it clearly at all.

The executioner struck again and shouted, "Stop mumbling! Your tongue has been cut in half. Who can still hear you?"

"I'm tired too. You'll be free in a day and a night. Don't worry."

Then, he thought that after Ding Ruoqiu's death, he would still have to execute Ding Ruolian, and the executioner's face instantly darkened again.

"What a sin! After skinning you, I'm going to skin your sister too. I'm really going to die from the two of you."

When Ding Ruoqiu heard his sister's name, his eyes moved and he must have smiled.

Fortunately, my younger sister is here to keep me company.

Thank God, Ruqiu is no longer lonely on the road to the underworld.

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Ding Ruolian, who was lying on the chaise longue in the hookah pavilion, sneezed unexpectedly.

She had no idea that her own sister was cursing her.

She held Joe and said in a pretentious tone, "What's going on? Why do I feel cold all over? And I have goose bumps?"

She glared at the palace maid and said, "Why don't you go get me a blanket? You have no sense at all!"

The palace maid nodded in agreement repeatedly, helping her get the blanket while secretly rolling her eyes behind her back.

What an arrogant person, a villain who has achieved success. She hasn't even become a concubine yet, but she has already acted like a queen.

This palace? She can even say that?

Why doesn't she call her "I" and just be the empress?

The maid shook her head and cursed in her heart: Bah, Miss Lolo, whom the prince has been thinking about for many years, is actually such a person?

She's not even as good as Princess Mu's toes, but the prince still pampers her like this? What a sin!

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Mu Wanyan from Jianjia Pavilion felt a burning sensation in her ears. If she could hear the little girl praising her like this, she would at least say thank you.

However, if you heard her say, "Miss Lolo is just such a person," your face would probably darken immediately.

Let's talk about Ding Ruolian being Luo Luo? She was pretending to be Luo Luo, right?

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At the same time, inside the Yangxin Hall.

Doctor Zhang was standing in front of Pei Lingsong's bed with a serious expression. He had already diagnosed the condition, but he dared not speak.

"Doctor Zhang, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly. I won't punish you."

Pei Lingsong lay on the bed with a haggard face, and asked breathlessly: "Tell me quickly, is my time running out?"

Although he was dying, the emperor's majesty was not diminished in the slightest, and he still made people feel scared.

Doctor Zhang knelt on the ground with a plop and bowed, "Your Majesty is in good health and is definitely not in danger of death. It's just that -"

Changing the subject: "It's just that the emperor can't walk for the time being."

Fearing that Pei Lingsong would not be able to accept it, he quickly added: "If you want to stand up again, you may need to recuperate for a few more days."

The imperial physicians have been working for the royal family for many years and have long since become as skilled as humans.

In fact, what Imperial Doctor Zhang meant just now was: The emperor is paralyzed, but he will not die for a while.

As the director of the Imperial Medical Bureau, he could not directly tell Pei Lingsong about the emperor's illness, for fear that Pei Lingsong would punish him.

Pei Lingsong coughed up some blood, "Are you sure I won't die?"

Doctor Zhang turned pale and trembled as he said, "This old minister is sure that the emperor is not in danger of death for the time being."

In fact, he knew very well that even if Pei Lingsong didn't die now, he would not live more than two years.

Pei Lingsong covered his chest and gasped like a bellows. "Can't get out of bed for the time being? No danger to life for the time being?"

"Haha, I'm afraid I'm paralyzed and won't live for many years, right?"

As an emperor, he naturally had the ability to read people's expressions and words. He could guess many things even if the imperial physician didn't say them.

Doctor Zhang kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, just need to be patient and take care of yourself. There is no need to worry too much."

Pei Lingsong pondered for a moment, then suddenly sighed, then waved his hand at Su Deping:

"Go, go and invite the Crown Prince of the East Palace over. I want to see him."

For some reason, at the critical moment, he didn't want to see anyone, but he was obsessed with his son with his first wife, who had been under house arrest for several years.

Among so many princes, only Pei Yuxiao seems to be more reliable.

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Therefore, when Pei Yuxiao stepped into the Yangxin Palace with anxious steps, Pei Lingsong's hand had already reached out to him.

"Xiao'er, my Xiao'er——"

"My dear, come to me quickly, so that I can take a good look at you."

Pei Yuxiao paused. Was his father possessed by some kind of body?

This was the first time Pei Lingsong spoke to him in such a corny tone.

After a moment's pause, he hurried to his father's bedside. Although he did not hold Pei Lingsong's withered hands, Pei Yuxiao's expression changed immediately when he saw his father's sick face.

"Father, I haven't seen you for a few days. How did you become like this?"

He frowned and shouted at Su Deping, "How have the palace servants served my father these past few days?"

"Why didn't anyone come to inform me when my father became like this?"

"Don't you want your heads anymore?"

Despite countless barriers and misunderstandings, blood is thicker than water after all. When Pei Yuxiao saw that the once majestic Pei Lingsong suddenly became like this, he still found it hard to accept it for a while.

The palace maids knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, while Su Deping pushed all the mistakes onto Ding Ruoqiu.

And told him that Ding Ruoqiu had been subjected to the death penalty by slicing, so he could rest assured.

Pei Lingsong was happy when he saw Pei Yuxiao getting angry for him. He raised his pale lips and wanted to smile, but he really didn't have the strength.

"My son, ahem, you still won't forgive your father?"

He shook his hand that was suspended in the air, "I am almost dying, but Xiao'er still refuses to get close to me. I feel so sad."

He reached out a little further towards Pei Yuxiao, hoping that his son could hold him.

"My son, my father is dying. The only person I can't let go of is you."

"Your mother died early, and you have been kept under house arrest by me for so many years. I am sorry for you."

Pei Lingsong burst into tears, his eyes filled with guilt as he faced this son whom he called a "rebellious son" every day.