Chapter 865

"Empress... Empress..." the magpie saw that the empress of the late imperial concubine was covered with blood and cried.

Han Ming shed tears. "Did you poison the knife?"

The late imperial concubine frowned in pain, shook her head and said, "when... Nian, the mother imperial concubine didn't know that the knife... On the knife... Would... Be poisonous... The mother imperial concubine never... Thought... To... Want you... Father to die... It was a mistake... Meeting..."

"Why? Why don't you make it clear?"

"Because... For... The knife on your father's body... Is really... Caused by... The mother imperial concubine..."

Because he respected and loved his father too much, he couldn't forgive his mother and concubine. He hated her for so many years. Suddenly, he didn't know how to treat her.

The late imperial concubine's eyes moved from Han Ming to Gu HengYuan, and said sadly and painfully: "Hengyuan... Let... Put down the hatred, hatred... Will only make you more painful... Bitter..."

"Ha ha... Ha ha..." Gu Hengyuan suddenly laughed.

Put down hatred? He survived for hatred, and she told him to put it down? ha-ha! How could he put down the hatred that had gone deep into the bone marrow? For so many years, he has been living an inhuman life. He doesn't even dare to show his face openly. How can he let it go?

Every night, he would dare not sleep because of nightmares.

The kind of hatred that hurts when you close your eyes and can't breathe. How can he put it down? He lives for revenge, only for such a purpose. Too hate, because too hate, he has no strength and kindness to forgive and forgive!

"Impossible!" the words stabbed down like the tip of a knife. Let him put down his hatred, unless the mountain has no edge, the heaven and the earth are united, the river is exhausted, and time stops turning!

He flew up and waved seven long swords. Without half a minute of hesitation, he stabbed Hanming again firmly and decisively.

"Be careful, King..."

"Be careful tomorrow..."

The late imperial concubine and the magpie shouted together. At the moment, in order to protect the late imperial concubine, Hanming lost too much blood and was out of strength. He had no strength to fight back and preserve himself.

The long sword broke through the air, and a white light flashed across it. Under the cold sunshine, the breath of death overflowed.

With a jingle, the long sword with the smell of blood and death fell to the ground.