The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Chapter 223 It's you, kill...

The emperor looked at Luo Ranran for a long time with complicated eyes.

During this brief confrontation, many past scenes suddenly emerged in his mind.

At that time, he was still a teenager who had not yet ascended the throne, and Luo Ranran was the little girl who always followed him and acted coquettishly.

When she smiled, her eyebrows curved, and she called him "brother", which was so sweet that it made people love her. The two of them were catching butterflies in the imperial garden. She held a small yellow butterfly and tilted her head to ask: "Brother, will this butterfly also want to escape?"

At that time, he was still naive and ignorant. He just smiled and rubbed her head, saying, "What's the harm in going out? It's so dangerous outside. It's nowhere near as safe as this palace."

……

But later, everything changed.

After he ascended the throne, Luo Ranran no longer called him "brother", but a cold "Your Majesty". She was so distant that she seemed like a different person. They only exchanged routine greetings at the annual palace banquets, and there was no trace of warmth in her eyes.

His thoughts returned to the present, and the emperor looked at the woman in front of him with cold eyes and a sarcastic expression on her lips, and an unspeakable bitterness arose in his heart.

"Ran Ran," the emperor's tone suddenly slowed down, with a bit of inquiry between his brows, and he asked slowly, "What is the reason for you to be like this?"

When Luo Ranran heard this, she was slightly stunned at first, then a complex emotion flashed in her eyes, but was quickly covered up by indifference.

She raised her eyes and said calmly: "Reason? What reason? There is no reason!"

"Answer me!" The emperor's voice suddenly became colder, and his sharp eyes came straight at him.

However, his sister just smiled slightly with a distant look, as if she didn't want to answer.

At this moment, Yang Run's body lying on the ground suddenly twitched, his face became paler and paler, and he was about to die. Next to Taoist Xuanyi's body, the sound of Yang Run's struggle seemed smaller and smaller, but extremely harsh.

Luo Ranran watched all this, and her heart seemed to be tightly gripped by something.

She suddenly felt completely hopeless.

Tears fell one after another, wetting her delicate face.

However, under the stunned gaze of everyone, she suddenly burst into laughter, and her laughter was full of mockery and madness, echoing throughout the hall.

Concubine Jing raised her eyebrows with a sarcastic look on her face, while Shen Runing's eyes flickered slightly.

All the ministers and guards in the palace were silent, shocked that the usually calm princess would be so out of control.

How could the fairy-like princess go crazy like this?

The emperor's face darkened instantly after Luo Ranran laughed. He didn't have that much patience. He waved his hand and ordered coldly: "Drag Yang Run away!"

The guards immediately stepped forward, grabbed Yang Run's dying body, and prepared to drag him away. However, the emperor's action completely ignited Luo Ranran's anger.

She took a sharp step forward, "Why?"

"For Qiao Zhiyuan!"

Like a bolt of thunder, the emperor's body trembled slightly, and his eyes burst into an incredible shock.

"Qiao Zhiyuan?" Someone in the hall couldn't help but repeat in a low voice.

Shen Runing's expression suddenly turned ugly, and his fingertips tightly grasped his sleeves, as if he had heard some incredible news.

Qiao Zhiyuan.

The late queen, Luo Ranran’s biological mother.

"The late queen!" Imperial Concubine Jing frowned.

Luo Ranran stared at the emperor, the pain in her eyes lingering like a thick fog.

The smile on Empress Dowager Shouren's face froze.

The three words "Qiao Zhiyuan" were like a thunderclap, shattering all the tranquility in the hall.

Luo Ranran's call instantly awakened the secrets that had been buried for many years in the deep palace.

The queen turned her head and gave the emperor a cold look. His expression remained calm and composed, but his eyes were distracted for a moment.

"Luo Ranran!" Empress Dowager Shouren stood up, her voice filled with suppressed anger, "Do you know what you are talking about? How can you call the late queen by her name?"

Her pair of exquisite phoenix eyes stared at Luo Ranran, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, "You are still the eldest princess, how can you be so ignorant of etiquette? How can you not understand the importance of things?"

Every word she said sounded like a warning, her eyes were full of scrutiny, and even carried a hint of pity and a sense of superiority.

"You have to understand your place!" Her voice suddenly rose, and after a stern shout, she slammed the table, her tone already full of undisguised reprimand.

However, Luo Ranran was not moved at all.

She sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, "Empress Dowager, your status is truly awe-inspiring." She slowly turned her head and her eyes fell directly on Empress Dowager Shouren, "But in this deep palace, it's really hard to say whose position is real and whose position is fake."

Her words were sharp, and every word pierced everyone's ears like a needle. The hall was dead silent.

Empress Dowager Shouren narrowed her eyes slightly, and her wrinkled fingers slowly clenched the Buddhist beads in her hand. She did not speak, but her silence was more oppressive than any words.

At this time, the emperor's voice broke the silence.

"Enough!" he finally spoke, his voice low but majestic.

"Ranran, you've crossed the line." His eyes fell on Luo Ranran with complicated expressions. Every line on his face was tense, and he was obviously suppressing some emotion.

Luo Ranran was not willing to be outdone. She looked him straight in the eyes and said in a cold voice, "I crossed the line? Whose line? Where is the line?"

Yang Run used up the last bit of his strength, stretched out his hand with a slight trembling, and grabbed Luo Ranran's sleeve. His voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible: "Princess... stop talking..."

Luo Ranran suddenly lowered her head and looked at the pale and thin face, as if she was hit by something in an instant.

"Yang Run..." Luo Ranran squatted down and carefully held him in her arms, as if hugging a precious and fragile treasure.

His voice trembled slightly as he whispered, "Now that things have come to this, there is no other way... I, Luo Ranran, have lost in the end..."

Yang Run tried to open one eye, slightly parted his lips, and said in an almost inaudible voice: "Princess... push it to me... push everything to me..."

Luo Ranran's heart suddenly tightened, her vision blurred by tears, and she slowly shook her head.

Yang Run looked at her deeply, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

Luo Ranran gently lowered her head and pressed her lips against Yang Run's cold and pale lips.

This was Luo Ranran's first kiss with emotion.

A tear slowly slid down the corner of Yang Run's eye, and he smiled softly, as if he was relieved of everything.

Luo Ranran slowly raised her head, hugged Yang Run tightly in her arms, and looked directly at the emperor, her eyes full of hatred and determination.

"It's you." Her voice was as cold as if it came from the depths of the underworld. "I know everything that happened before... It's you, and you all. Kill them..."

However, before he could finish his words, a sound of breaking air was heard outside the palace door.

"Whoosh-"

Three sharp arrows suddenly rushed into the hall and pierced Luo Ranran's back accurately! The arrowheads pierced through her body and deeply penetrated Yang Run's head.

Luo Ranran's body trembled violently, blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, she widened her eyes, and seemed to want to say something else, but all the sounds were choked in her throat.

The arrow trembled, and the two people were strung together, frozen like statues in the temple.

There was deathly silence in the main hall.

Luo Ranran curled up the corners of her mouth into a bitter smile, and blood stained her lips.

She used up her last bit of strength to hug Yang Run tightly, whispering: "Yang Run... I... am finally free..."

As she finished speaking, her eyes gradually lost their luster and she fell down quietly without a sound.

The wind in the hall suddenly became extremely cold and biting.