"My lord!" Consort Zhen screamed in horror, just about to rush forward, when she felt a sharp pain in her left waist. Looking down, she saw a dagger deeply embedded in her left side, the hilt held in Eunuch Chen's hand, and the blood spurting out was shockingly black: "Poisoned..."
She collapsed to the ground, limp, and soon perished.
After Yu Siyue pulled out the hairpin, Baili Ye 'puh' spat out a mouthful of black blood. Then, staring blankly at Yu Siyue, whose beautiful face had lost all its former tenderness, replaced by a cold and repulsive demeanor, he murmured, "Why?"
Ever since he became Yu Siyue's reading companion, he had devoted himself to her wholeheartedly, and after their marriage, she was the only one in his eyes and heart. He was completely subservient to Yu Siyue. Even the throne was something he fought for her sake, and he would not regret staining his hands with the blood of his relatives for her.