Rebirth of the Only Favored Empress

During the reign of Chongming in the Ming Dynasty, the winter solstice counted nine, and the snowflakes fluttered for three days and two nights.

There was a man locked in the prison in the north of Qicheng, maybe he was afraid that he would break the chain, but this man was actually locked by the lute bone.

There were screams from outside from time to time, until the person being executed lost all vitality, Feng Han gritted his teeth and hated the person standing in front of him, the person frightened for a moment, then his eyes became firm.

"My lord, just be honest, so that they don't suffer any more for you, and you can bear it." Meng Hean looked at the locked-up person in the prison with evasive eyes.

Feng Han laughed twice, "I'm actually blind. Brothers who lived and died together on the battlefield in the past betrayed me for a woman, how ridiculous."

"I'm here today because of my friendship in the past. If the prince doesn't want to suffer more, it's better to plead guilty earlier. I believe the prince understands the truth that the loser is a bandit." Meng Hean didn't want to talk to Feng Han. There is no turning back now.

While the two were talking, the jailer dragged him to this cell. Mo Qingyun closed his eyes in pain and pain. Feng Han struggled a bit, watching him being thrown to the ground by the jailer.

"Qing Yun, Qing Yun!" Feng Han yelled twice and raised his head to stare at Meng He An, "I will definitely pay for your life!"

Meng He'an had already broken the pot, so it was meaningless to be afraid at this moment, and he didn't believe that Feng Han would be able to leave here alive.

"My lord, I forgot to tell you that Concubine De died of illness yesterday. General Luo Fuyan exonerated you and was held accountable by the emperor. I'm afraid you will meet in prison soon."

Feng Han couldn't stop trembling with hatred, staring at the person in front of him, Meng Hean nodded to Feng Han, "My lord, think about it more, remember to call the jailer when you figure it out."

Feng Han watched Meng and An leave, and picked up Mo Qingyun who was on the ground. The husband and wife he had neglected for many years were the ones who would accompany him to the end.

"Qing Yun, just admit it, why are you so stupid." Feng Han stretched out his hand to wipe the dirty cheek of the person in his arms, Mo Qingyun was slightly awake, but he couldn't see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly when he opened his eyes.

"My lord...cough cough...do you know...I waited for ten years...and finally lay in your arms..."

Feng Han's eyes were red and he held back his tears as he touched Mo Qingyun, "Qingyun, I betrayed you, but I let you and I bear this."

Think about it, the people in the mansion who eat inside and outside have left long ago, only a few old servants, and Mo Qingyun have been tortured to this point, but he has no choice but to do nothing.

Another day, the jailer interrogated the servants of the palace again, and the shouting outside finally stopped. Two jailers came to Feng Han's cell, and when they were about to drag Mo Qingyun away, Feng Han hugged him tightly. He, the jailer was a little afraid of the prestige of King Chu's God of War and did not dare to step forward, Feng Han gritted his teeth to hold back his fury.

"I admit it, I admit it."

The jailers looked at each other, and hurried out to report Feng Han's confession. Not long after, the chief envoy of the Ministry of Punishment arrived, who spread the pleadings in front of Feng Han. Feng Han silently watched these people, and stretched out his hand to stamp his fingerprints.

The head of the Ministry of Punishment smiled while holding the pleadings, "He who understands current affairs is a hero, and he is worthy of being the king of Chu."

Hearing the sound of the jailer leaving, Mo Qingyun hugged Feng Han's waist tremblingly, tears streaming down his face. The person he loves and respects was forced to such a situation, and the hatred in his heart overflowed, "My lord , I don’t want this trumped-up charge to be charged on you.”

Feng Han looked at the person in his arms in great pain, "Why would I want you to suffer so much for me?"

Feng Han wiped away Mo Qingyun's tears with his hand, "Qingyun, you are willing to die with me."

Mo Qingyun desperately hugged Feng Han and nodded crying, "I wish, I wish."