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Chapter 601 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 58

As she spoke, she coughed gently a few times and her face looked even paler.

Yinzhen hugged her in his arms, his eyes full of pity and doting. He secretly ordered the secret guards to eradicate the Zhen family and not let anyone survive. He would never allow anyone to hurt his Rong'er.

As night fell, the cold palace was cold and damp. Yu Ying'er was dragged here, waiting for death. She was trembling all over, her eyes were empty, and she had lost her former arrogance. She regretted her greed and her listening to Zhen Huan's slander. Now she has ended up like this, which is really her own fault.

Meanwhile, the Zhen family was still immersed in peace. Zhen Huan's father Zhen Yuandao was reading in the study, and her mother was arranging servants to prepare dinner, unaware of the danger.

Suddenly, a group of men in black quietly sneaked into the Zhen Mansion. They were agile and moved quickly, like ghosts, shuttling through the night. Swords flashed, screams rang out one after another, and the Zhen Mansion instantly turned into a hell on earth.

Zhen Huan's parents, sister, and all the servants in the mansion were slaughtered without exception. The blood dyed the courtyard red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The once prosperous Zhen Mansion is now filled with corpses and endless silence.

It was late at night when the news reached the palace. Yinzhen was sitting in front of the dragon case reviewing memorials. When he heard the news, he just said "hmm" lightly, with no expression on his face.

As for Zhen Huan, he would not let her die easily. He wanted her to watch her family fall apart, let her experience the pain of losing everything, and then let her slowly die in despair, a life worse than death. Only in this way could he relieve the hatred in his heart!

The Shenxingsi was cold and damp, and filled with a sickening smell of blood and decay.

Under the dim light, Zhen Huan's hair was disheveled, her clothes were tattered, and her once beautiful face was now covered in dirt and blood. She was chained to the cold wall, her wrists and ankles were worn and bleeding.

The jailer poured a basin of cold water on Zhen Huan. She shuddered violently and slowly opened her eyes. Seeing everything in front of her, she realized that she was in hell. The former glory and wealth were now gone.

Su Peisheng appeared silently at the door of the Ministry of Punishment, holding a whisk in his hand and with his usual indifference on his face.

In the dim light, he looked like a soul-snatching messenger from hell. Zhen Huan heard the noise, raised her head slightly, and her distracted eyes fell on him, then quickly moved away, as if she was indifferent to everything.

"Mr. Zhen."

Su Peisheng's voice was sharp and cold, like a sharp knife, piercing Zhen Huan's heart: "I am here today on the orders of the Emperor to tell you something."

Zhen Huan did not react and continued to lean against the wall motionless, like a lifeless puppet.

Su Peisheng didn't care and continued, "Your father Zhen Yuandao was found to be harboring his accomplices and forming a clique for personal gain. The evidence is irrefutable and he has been executed by the emperor. Your mother, your illegitimate sister, and all the servants in the Zhen mansion were executed for harboring criminals."

Su Peisheng's voice echoed in the gloomy Ministry of Punishment, and every word pierced Zhen Huan's eardrums like a sharp needle.

She raised her head suddenly, her scattered eyes finally focused on Su Peisheng's face, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What did you say? I...my family..."

"Ms. Zhen, we advise you to save your energy." Su Peisheng smiled contemptuously.

Su Peisheng's voice was sharp and piercing, like poisonous needles piercing Zhen Huan's heart. She trembled all over and shook her head in disbelief.

"No, it's impossible... The emperor would not do this... No..."

"Zhen, the emperor's will is hard to predict. How can you guess it?" Su Peisheng sneered, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but disappeared in an instant.

Su Peisheng had seen the rise and fall of the harem, and he also understood the truth that living with the emperor was like living with a tiger. Zhen Huan's current fate was nothing but her own fault.

"The emperor is merciful and spares your life." Su Peisheng paused, with a hint of sarcasm in his shrill voice.

"But I'm afraid it's not easy to be in the Ministry of Punishment."

Zhen Huan collapsed on the ground, tears mixed with dirt, leaving traces on her face. She wanted to cry out loudly, but no sound came out, only hoarse sobs came out of her throat.

"Zhen, take care of yourself." After Su Peisheng finished speaking, he turned and left, and the black figure disappeared in the dim corridor.

The door of the Ministry of Punishment was closed again, and Zhen Huan was locked back against the cold wall. She closed her eyes in despair, letting the tears fall.

The days in the Ministry of Punishment passed one by one, and each moment seemed as long as a year. Zhen Huan curled up in a cold corner, with only a thin rag covering her body, barely covering her body.

The skin that was once smooth and delicate is now covered with scars, new wounds on top of old ones, not a single spot is intact.

The rotten food exuded a disgusting smell, and rats and cockroaches crawled around her. She was numb and had no reaction to all this.

She no longer cried, begged, or even thought. She was like a walking corpse, hanging on by a thread.

The jailers would come to deliver food to her every day, but it was more of a humiliation than a food delivery. They would deliberately pour food on her and laugh at her miserable appearance. Sometimes, they would even punch and kick her for fun.

Zhen Huan did not resist, nor did she even try to dodge. She allowed them to bully her as if she could not feel any pain. She had already lost hope of living and only hoped for death.

She didn't understand why everything changed after her rebirth. In her previous life, she hated the emperor to the core, hated him for taking advantage of her feelings, and hated him for causing her family to suffer. She tried her best to plan and make every step count, and finally let the emperor die in her hands.

But after being reborn, everything has changed.

She is no longer the innocent Zhen Huan who is full of love for the emperor, but a revenger who has experienced many vicissitudes of life and is full of hatred. She thought that in her second life, she could avoid all traps, protect her family, and get Yunli's true heart.

But she didn't expect that An Lingrong would become a noble concubine, and the emperor favored her very much, and Yunli avoided her like the plague.

She swallowed hard, her throat aching as if it had been burned.

Now, she is in a high position, while he has fallen to this point.

Oh my god, are you kidding me?

She thought of An Lingrong's watery eyes, which were once full of gratitude and dependence. What would they look like now? Pride? Mock? Or indifference?

Zhen Huan didn't dare to think about it, nor did she want to think about it. The huge gap made her almost collapse. She covered her face, but couldn't squeeze out a single tear from her dry eyes.