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

Chapter 1106 I am willing to die (105 million reward value)

Shen Zhinian's gaze lingered on Shen Nanqiao's face for a moment, his eyes as calm as an ancient well, as if they could penetrate her carefully drawn up disguise of weakness.

Shen Nanqiao felt a layer of cold sweat on his back instantly!

"Oh?"

Shen Zhinian finally spoke, dragging out the last syllable with a hint of amusement: "How do you want to atone for your sins, sister?"

The opportunity is coming!

Shen Nanqiao's heart skipped a beat and almost burst out of his chest.

She stood up immediately, and her movements were so large that the embroidered cushion made a slight sound.

But she ignored it, took a few steps forward, and knelt on the gold brick in front of Shen Zhinian's couch with a "thump"!

The cold touch pierced through the thin fabric and went straight to his knees, but Shen Nanqiao seemed not to feel the pain.

She raised her face, and tears instantly filled her eyes, rolling down her pale cheeks, spreading a dark color on the smooth gold bricks.

"My lady..."

Shen Nanqiao knelt half a step, her voice trembling with sorrow, pleading with all her might: "Sister, I heard that the autumn hunt is coming soon... It's a grand event, and Your Majesty has been tired accompanying you. The hunting grounds are windy and sandy, and it's easy to catch a cold..."

Then, she leaned forward slightly, her posture humble as to the dust, but her tone was full of sincere concern: "Sister, I dare to beg the queen to allow me... allow me to go with you!"

"I have no other intentions. I just want to serve tea and water to the Empress, buy some clothes, and take care of her... I want to do my best as a sister and make up for what I owe to the Empress over the years!"

"Please help me, Madam!"

As soon as the words fell, you could hear a pin drop in the hall.

Shen Zhinian slowly sat up straight, his eyes falling on Shen Nanqiao's face as if it were real, with a condescending look.

There was no emotion or touch in those eyes, only a cold clarity that saw through everything.

Shen Nanqiao felt frightened by her gaze and could hardly keep the sadness off his face.

"Ah……"

A very light sneer, with undisguised sarcasm, escaped from Shen Zhinian's lips.

"Serve tea and water? Add some clothes?"

Shen Zhinian repeated Shen Nanqiao's words, enunciating each word clearly and with an icy chill: "From what I hear, your 'thoughts' seem to be stealing the job of the palace maid next to me?"

At this point, her eyes suddenly turned sharp, like a blade tempered with ice, piercing straight into Shen Nanqiao's eyes: "I am curious, when did you, a woman of the Lu family who was married in a formal ceremony, go beyond the palace rules and ancestral system to buy clothes and serve me?"

"Is this the Lu family's rule, or have you... forgotten your identity?"

The three words "Lu's wife" were like a red-hot iron, burning Shen Nanqiao's dignity!

She almost vomited blood on the spot, humiliation and hatred surged into her heart!

Shen Nanqiao bit the inside of her lower lip tightly, the taste of rust filling her mouth. Her fingernails had already dug deep into her palms, hidden under her wide sleeves. The sharp pain barely maintained her shaky sanity.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, calm down!"

Shen Nanqiao's voice was shaking, tears welled up in her eyes, this time some of them were out of pain: "Sister, I don't mean that! It's just... I just feel sorry for the queen..."

"The hunting grounds are tough, and your majesty is of noble status. Although you have people serving you, after all... after all, you are not as caring as your blood relatives!"

"Sister just wants to be closer to the Majesty, to see the Majesty one more time, even if it means... I am willing to be torn to pieces!"

As he finished speaking, Shen Nanqiao leaned down, his forehead almost touching the cold floor tiles, and his shoulders trembled violently, as if he was bearing great sorrow and regret.

The attitude is extremely humble and sincere.

The hall fell into deathly silence once again, with only the intermittent sound of Shen Nanqiao's suppressed sobs being heard.

Shen Zhinian's gaze passed over her head and looked out the window.

In the courtyard on a late autumn afternoon, golden chrysanthemums are in full bloom, spreading dazzling golden color.

A small yellow bird with bright wings flew from somewhere and landed lightly on the window frame.

It tilted its little head, and looked curiously into the hall with its black bean-like eyes. It made two crisp, short chirps, and then flapped its wings and flew away, as fast as a yellow streak of light.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

Since this drama has to go on, Shen Nanqiao naturally cannot be absent.

A faint smile flashed across the depths of Shen Zhinian's eyes.

She slowly withdrew her gaze and looked back at Shen Nanqiao, her tone returning to its previous nonchalant tone: "Forget it..."

"Look at my sister crying like this. It makes me seem unkind."

Shen Nanqiao's sobbing suddenly stopped and his heart started beating wildly, almost jumping out of his throat.

Shen Zhinian picked up the warm teacup at hand and slowly skimmed off the foam with the cup lid.

The curling hot air blurred half of her face, leaving only her red lips opening and closing, uttering the words that determined Shen Nanqiao's fate: "Since sister is so thoughtful, this autumn hunt... let's go with you."

boom--! ! !

The huge ecstasy instantly broke through all of Shen Nanqiao's disguises!

She raised her head suddenly, with traces of tears still on her face, but an almost distorted light burst out of her eyes!

This light was a mixture of extreme excitement, pride, and a kind of madness of impending success!

"Thank you, Madam! Thank you for your grace!"

Shen Nanqiao almost fell to the ground and kowtowed heavily. Her voice sounded very excited: "Don't worry, Madam, I will abide by my duty and will never cause any trouble to you! I will... I will take good care of you!"

Shen Zhinian lowered his eyes and looked at the clear tea in the cup. The cold smile at the corner of his lips deepened a little.

"Well, I'm tired."

"Fuqiu, escort my sister out of the palace."

She gave the order calmly, not even bothering to give Shen Nanqiao an extra glance.

Fuqiu immediately stepped forward and said calmly, "Madam Lu, please follow me."

Shen Nanqiao almost used both her hands and feet to get up from the cold floor tiles, and wiped the remaining traces of tears and powder on her face with her sleeves, trying hard to maintain a grateful expression.

But the pride and resentment that were about to burst out from the depths of his eyes were like the tongue of a poisonous snake and could not be completely concealed.

"I'm leaving now!"

Shen Nanqiao almost floated out of the main hall of Zhongcui Palace.

The heavy palace door slowly closed behind her, isolating the suffocating pressure from inside. The late autumn chill that hit her face not only failed to sober her up, but was like a strong medicine, completely igniting her long-suppressed madness!

Luoluo followed Shen Nanqiao cautiously, not daring to make a sound.

He saw his wife's steps were light but unusually brisk, and she almost rushed out of the gate of Zhongcui Palace.

Only after they had passed the high palace walls and were completely away from the imperial palace did Shen Nanqiao suddenly stop.

She turned and looked in the direction of Zhongcui Palace, and all the weakness, sadness and humility on her face disappeared in an instant.