Planting The Blame (3)

Imperial Concubine Lin’s face twisted into a sinister expression. She laughed maniacally, as if she did not see the Emperor before her.

"You…"

Pang Zihuang clutched his chest with eyes wide open. He felt as if he had trouble breathing, and shot a deathly glare at Imperial Concubine Lin.

He had never felt such hatred in this entire life. Even if he had eaten her flesh and drank her blood, it would never dissolve his loathing.

"It was you," he said aghast. "You were behind the First Prince’s sudden death, you were also behind the deaths of the Second and Fourth Princes! Lin Fengyi, if We do not dismember your corpse piece by piece, how shall We ever face Our dead sons or the Empress whose tears wash down Her Imperial Majesty’s face every day?"

He let out a huge roar, spurting out a mouthful of blood, his pale face turning chalk white. Pang Zihuang raised his head and glared at Concubine Lin, saying, "What did you do to Us?"