Steal my marriage? Turn around and marry the tyrant to take the throne

Chapter 1110 Watching My Intestines Burst Into Pieces (109 Million Bonus)

"Mrs. Qiao."

Liu Shixiu's voice was deliberately low and gentle, with a hint of subtle temptation, like a whisper between lovers: "Sorry to have kept you waiting."

Shen Nanqiao stared at his handsome outline infatuatedly. The moonlight outlined his gentle eyebrows and eyes, as if they were coated with a layer of unreal soft light.

Just as she was about to say something, Liu Shixiu took something out of his arms and handed it to her.

It's a hairpin.

The entire body is carved from the finest mutton-fat white jade, which is warm and delicate, and exudes a restrained luster under the dim light.

The hairpin head has a simple shape, with only a few lightly carved curling cloud patterns, which is elegant and refined.

The most eye-catching thing is that the end of the hairpin is supported by extremely delicate gold wire, firmly embedded with a round and full pearl as big as a lotus seed.

The pearl luster is warm, and in the darkness there is a soft glow like moonlight.

"For me?!"

Shen Nanqiao's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his eyes burst into ecstasy.

She carefully stretched out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and gently touched the cool and smooth jade hairpin, as if she was holding a rare treasure: "So beautiful..."

"Xiu Lang treats me so well!"

Shen Nanqiao murmured, her cheeks flushed. The grievance of waiting for a long time and the humiliation suffered in the deep palace seemed to be soothed by this jade hairpin.

She subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to insert the jade hairpin that carried love into her hair.

Liu Shixiu's hand covered over, and with irresistible force, he gently pressed down Shen Nanqiao's raised wrist.

His fingertips were cold, and the warmth penetrated through his skin, causing Shen Nanqiao's heart to skip a beat.

"Mrs. Qiao."

Liu Shixiu's voice was still gentle, but like honey soaked in poison: "This hairpin... is not just a hair ornament."

Shen Nanqiao raised her eyes and met his.

The pair of eyes that were usually warm and affectionate were now bottomless in the shadows, like two cold pools. Reflecting the bleak moonlight outside the window, they exuded a kind of heart-pounding coldness.

"W-what do you mean?"

Liu Shixiu's thumb slowly moved towards the round pearl at the end of the hairpin, and his fingertips lightly stroked the smooth surface.

His voice lowered even lower, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue: "Do you see this pearl? It's empty."

"There's something hidden inside, it's colorless and tasteless, and it dissolves in water. Ordinary silver needles can't detect it, and it's impossible for the imperial physician to detect it!"

Shen Nanqiao asked in surprise: "Is it poison?!"

Liu Shixiu leaned over, his thin lips almost touching her cold earlobe, his hot breath spraying on her sensitive skin: "Not bad."

"This is a good thing that can make people's intestines perforated and their stomachs ruptured without making any sound! Just pick up a little bit with your fingernail and mix it into food or tea..."

"Mother Qiao! During the autumn hunting season, at Mulan Paddock! I want Shen Zhinian—"

His thin lips almost touched Shen Nanqiao's lips, and he uttered the most vicious curse: "Die. There!"

At some point, the cold beads of sweat soaked through Shen Nanqiao's thin pajamas.

The intestines are ruptured!

Die in her hands!

These words raced wildly in Shen Nanqiao's mind, and the overwhelming hatred instantly overwhelmed all his fears!

Shen Zhinian's superior face appeared in front of her.

The red coral tree emerged, symbolizing the emperor's great favor.

Shen Nanqiao recalled the one hour of heart-wrenching waiting and humiliation outside the palace gate!

And...her child who died tragically before he was born!

All the images intertwined together, burning away the last trace of fear in Shen Nanqiao's eyes, leaving only madness!

"……it is good!"

Shen Nanqiao squeezed out a word from between his teeth and tightly clenched the hairpin that contained a deadly poison.

She raised her head and met Liu Shixiu's calculating eyes. A hideous smile twisted her face, and her voice was excited, with a desperate madness: "During the autumn hunting, at Mulan Paddock, I will kill her with my own hands!"

"I want Shen Zhinian to...watch his intestines burst open with his own eyes!"

……

Jin Palace.

study.

The candlelight danced on the rosewood table, casting bright and dark shadows on Concubine Qi's face, which was covered with thick makeup.

She leaned forward slightly, and the sleeve of her scarlet dress slipped down, revealing a new red gold bracelet inlaid with gems on her wrist.

"Your Majesty, the autumn hunt is coming soon. Mulan Paddock is far away from the palace and has beautiful mountains and rivers... This is a godsend opportunity!"

Concubine Qi's eyes flashed with a desperate light: "Although your majesty is surrounded by strict guards, even a tiger can take a nap. If we can find a flaw and strike with lightning... the throne will be at our fingertips!"

"My Lord, what are you waiting for?"

Prince Jin sat upright in a large rosewood armchair, the candlelight casting deep and shallow shadows on his handsome but slightly gloomy face.

Those deep eyes were like two bottomless cold pools, reflecting the jumping flames, but without a single ripple.

"Assassination?"

He spoke slowly, his voice still gentle, but as if soaked in the cold dew of late autumn: "The time...is not yet right."

Concubine Qi eagerly took a half step forward on her knees: "My Lord, this opportunity cannot be missed!"

The voice of the King of Jin suddenly turned deep, with an unquestionable pressure: "The Imperial Guards, the Secret Guards, and Zhan Weiran's loyal dog, do you think they are just decorations?"

"If we take action now, not only will we fail, but we will alert the enemy and put you and me in an irreparable situation!"

He leaned forward slightly, the candlelight clearly illuminating the calculations in his eyes, like a venomous snake finally showing its fangs: "Besides, that bastard from the Duke Dingguo's Mansion has just pushed that stupid woman Shen Nanqiao right under the nose of Concubine Chen. If we act rashly at this time, wouldn't we be destroying our own great wall?"

"What I want is for the Great Zhou to change hands quietly, rather than a hasty fight that leaves only infamy and bloodshed!"

Concubine Qi opened her mouth and wanted to say something.

But seeing the unquestionable coldness in the eyes of King Jin and his ambition to control everything, she lowered her head and said submissively: "It is my fault for not thinking carefully and being too anxious."

"Your Majesty is far-sighted. I understand... I will leave everything to Your Majesty's arrangements."

Prince Jin looked at Concubine Qi's respectful posture, a hint of satisfaction flashed across his eyes, and he slowly leaned back in his chair.

For a moment, the only sound in the study was the slight crackling of the burning candle.

In this brief silence, a slender figure suddenly flashed through King Jin's mind.

Princess Qingyang!

The poor sister was reprimanded by the emperor for her lack of female virtue, fined her salary and confined to her home, and even the last bit of her dignity was trampled into the mud.

The eldest princess, who was once lively and bright at the palace banquets, is probably now trapped in a cold mansion, experiencing the fickleness of the world.

Prince Jin guessed that her reverence for her brother had probably been replaced by hatred...

If I could completely win her over...

There was a gleam in King Jin's eyes, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up into a warm and harmless smile.

He looked back at Concubine Qi who was bowing her head, and his voice returned to its usual gentleness, even with a hint of barely perceptible concern: "By the way, I'm afraid Qingyang has had a hard time these days."