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The wind in Jiangdu was really cold in late autumn.

Manager Shen adjusted the collar of his clothes and slowly walked into Fengqing Palace with bent back. He looked at the ground and didn't even dare raise his head. It was impossible to tell from his humble expression that he was the honored general director of this vast palace.

At the main seat of the Phoenix's Qing Palace, the woman had her eyes closed as she dozed off. The peacock hairpin was about to fall out of her hair. The maid beside her looked extremely frightened, but she didn't dare to go forward and warn her.

"Your servant greets Lady Du."

" Manager Shen stood still and said softly.

The woman known as Lady Du slowly opened her eyes.

She turned her head to look and the peacock hairpin fell to the ground with a crisp sound. It frightened the surrounding maids so much that they quickly kneeled down, not daring to even breathe.

That was Lady Du's favorite hairpin!

There was not a single ripple in Du Ruanyu's eyes. However, the corners of her lips curled up into a smile as she said, "Eunuch Shen has come for some good news."

Steward Shen glanced at the hairpin on the ground and his expression grew even more humble. "Reporting to the Empress, the Emperor has ordered the woman to be put to death and will be handed over to you to handle." "The Emperor also said that on account of her being together with the Empress, you sisters, I hope the Empress will let her die a decent death."

Du Ruanyu suddenly stood up from her chair, causing the surrounding people to lower their heads in fear, afraid that they would anger this lady.

"Decent? "I will." She walked down from above and stepped on the peacock hairpin. As if it wasn't enough to vent her anger, she ruthlessly crushed it once more.

Du Ruanyu disdainfully looked at the peacock hairpin that had been stomped into a completely deformed shape. She seemed to be in a much better mood as she instructed the plants beside her to pick up the peacock hairpin and lead the group towards the dungeon.

The deepest part of the dungeon was dark, and the torches on the walls gave off a faint glow.

Du Mu Zhou was locked in the last room. Two iron chains passed through her collarbone and pressed her to the ground. She no longer had the strength to stand up.

One of her eyes was wounded, and blood was flowing all over her face. She looked like she had frozen, and it was a terrifying sight. Her eyes had been gouged out three days ago.

She still remembered three days ago, Mu Yufeng had stood on top of the Nine Heavens Profound Tower and looked at her with contempt.

Steward Shen held the imperial edict in his hand and announced her crimes one by one in front of all the officials. She knelt humbly on the ground, her white clothes already filthy. The surrounding people couldn't help but want to spit at her.

Du Mu Zhou's heart was as cold as the winter's snow.

To cut off one's own brother, to strangle one's own flesh and blood, and finally to pour all this dirty water on a girl.

She was once the eldest daughter of the prime minister's household. She was an honorable woman in Jiangdu. She was once the sixth imperial concubine of Dongyuan Country, the future empress.

Why did it suddenly change overnight?

It seemed that everyone wanted her dead so that the people of the East China Sea could keep their peace.

She couldn't help but laugh when she heard he wanted to confine her forever in the dungeon. She wanted to climb up to the Nine Heavens Profound Tower and ask Mu Yufeng why he would treat her like this.

Unfortunately, when he raised his head, he saw the red phoenix like woman standing beside him. It was her direct sister, Du Ruanyu.

Her heart felt like it was shattering in an instant as she cried and told Mu Yufeng that she was already five months pregnant. She wanted to see a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, even if it was a trace of pity.

Unfortunately, there was nothing else. Other than a bone chilling coldness, there was nothing else.