The genius doctor and the crazy concubine are rebellious, and the regent seduces her to no end

An Bailing was in a terrible state. She wanted to get up, but after struggling weakly for a few times, she collapsed to the ground.

My body was shaking like a leaf swaying in the wind.

Despair, anger, hatred, all kinds of emotions intertwined together, making her eyes red.

Lin Xilan knew that no matter how she explained, An Bailing would not believe it.

Hatred has blinded her eyes and made her lose her mind.

and so.

Lin Xilan was too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party, and her eyes fell on Mrs. An not far away.

I hope Mrs. An wakes up soon.

Now, only Mrs. An can make her daughter relatively calm.

Soon, a faint groan was heard from a corner of the prison.

An Bailing turned around suddenly and saw her mother, Mrs. An, slowly opening her eyes.

"Mother!" An Bailing rushed to the bedside and held Mrs. An's hand tightly. Tears finally burst out, "You woke up! You finally woke up!"

Mrs. An smiled weakly and uttered a few words with difficulty through her cracked lips: "Bai Ling... don't cry..."

"Mother... mother..."

How could An Bailing not cry?

Having just experienced the pain of losing her mother, she was now completely unable to control her emotions. She cried even harder, like a wronged child, burying her head in Mrs. An's hands, her shoulders twitching.

"Mother……"

Mrs. An stroked her hair gently, her eyes full of heartache.

"My child, my child, I know I was wrong. Have you forgiven me?"

"As long as the mother is fine, the daughter can forgive her. The daughter was wrong. The daughter shouldn't have said that to the mother... I was wrong..."

Mrs. An nodded.

"In that case, Bailing, you should listen to your mother and tell the Regent everything, right?" Madam An's breath was weak, but she was firm and unquestionable. "Listen to your mother..."

An Bailing raised her head and looked at her mother with tearful eyes.

"Mom, Anjia..." She choked up and couldn't say a complete sentence, "But..."

The real murderer who murdered His Royal Highness the Regent is the current emperor. If I tell you, will the An family still have a good life?

An Bailing was very worried.

As a concubine's daughter who grew up in the An family, she hated the An family, but also loved the An family. Just like her feelings towards Mrs. An at this moment, they were complex and profound.

"The An family... has been dismissed and investigated." Madam An closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she had used up all her strength. "Given the character of the current emperor, our emperor... will soon kill us all... Even if you take on this sin alone, what good will it do?"

An Bailing's pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"How could this be..." She murmured to herself, as if she were in a nightmare, "How could this be possible? Your Majesty clearly promised me..."

Madam An laughed, "Men's words are not to be trusted, especially the words of His Majesty. How could you be so stupid..."

Mrs. An said this, her body weak and she closed her eyes. After taking a few deep breaths, she opened her eyes again.

"Bai Ling, you are the blood of the An family. The An family is full of your flesh and blood relatives, so you must protect the An family no matter what."

"You must be strong and choose a path that protects the An family from harm, for the An family and for yourself."

"Accusing the emperor." Madam An said word by word, "Accusing him...for asking you to murder the regent."

An Bailing was shocked and looked at her mother in disbelief.

Accuse the emperor?

How is this possible?

She hesitated, afraid.

However, looking at her mother's weak appearance and the determination in her eyes, An Bailing took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

"Okay, I promise mother." Although her voice was trembling, it was full of determination, "I promise..."

There was silence all around.

There was only the sound of the wind whistling outside the window, as if foreshadowing the coming of a bigger storm...

……

royal palace.

In the main hall, the smell of alcohol was overwhelming.

The emperor staggered, his robe askew, and he almost fell on the dancer.

"Beauty..." he said vaguely and kissed her fiercely.

"Beauty..."

"You are so beautiful...hahahaha...come here, I will love you well..."

"My beauty...don't run..."

The smell of the dancer's rouge and powder mixed with the strong smell of alcohol made the emperor instantly distracted and unable to stop.

He staggered among the dancers, holding a wine jug, his restless hands touching everywhere. At this moment, the emperor did not look like an emperor at all, but more like a playboy visiting a brothel.

He chuckled and took another big gulp of the wine.

The emperor had a smile on his face, but his heart was in turmoil.

He fears.

This gentle place is so charming that it makes me dizzy.

But he was very afraid, and the fear in his heart was infinitely magnified with the alcohol... In desperation, the emperor could only become more crazy.

He grabbed the slender waist of the dancer closest to him with astonishing strength.

"Beauty..."

"Ah!" The dancer was caught off guard and screamed out in surprise as she was suddenly hugged.

This scream, like a needle, pierced the emperor's forced calmness.

He suddenly let go, and his eyes turned cold instantly.

"Noisy!"

"Someone! Drag her away and chop her up!"

"Someone come! Cut it! Cut it!"

The emperor's voice, cold and merciless, echoed in the hall.

The dancer turned pale and collapsed to the ground.

"Your Majesty, please spare me! Your Majesty, please spare me!" She kowtowed desperately, and her forehead hit the marble floor with a dull sound.

Soon, her forehead was broken, and blood flowed down her forehead, staining the ground red.

"Your Majesty, please spare me! This servant did not mean to do that..."

"Your Majesty, I didn't mean to spoil your Majesty's fun... wuwuwu..."

The palace was in dead silence, with only her shrill cries for mercy echoing in the empty palace. However, her miserable pleas for mercy did not win any sympathy from the emperor. He even felt very happy watching her in pain and began to appreciate her.

"Scream, scream louder... the louder you scream, the more I want to chop you off. No, chopping you off would be too easy for you, I want to torture you to death..."

"Someone, go get a knife. I want to watch her being cut into pieces piece by piece. Hahahaha...hahahaha...hahahaha..." The emperor's crazy voice stimulated the hearts of everyone present. They were all so scared that they knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.

The eunuchs looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward to plead for mercy.

The emperor, drunk, staggered to the center of the main hall, sat on the dragon throne, and watched everything with an expressionless face.

His eyes were like ice and knives, without a trace of warmth.

Fear surged into the dancer's heart like a tide. She cried out in despair, her voice gradually becoming hoarse.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." She struggled and cried, but to no avail.