The Little Husband of the Reborn Prince

In the cold and damp dungeon, Mu Yu was wearing shackles on her feet, with her legs bent, her hands wrapped around her knees, her eyes glazed over, and she sat on a stone bed covered with weeds.

From the prince's mansion to being taken into the dungeon, it was only a blink of an eye.

The third prince, Baili Ye, conspired to rebel and was captured by the new emperor. All the wives and concubines in the mansion were imprisoned.

As the emperor's husband, Mu Yu is no exception.

It's good to die like this, so as not to be whipped and punished in the mansion.

Baili Ye only likes women, and he married Mu Yu because of his interests. Ever since he married into the mansion, whenever Baili Ye felt unsatisfactory, he would take out his anger on him, and was beaten every time until he was dying.

And Mu Yu is like a bird in a cage, unable to fly out of this cage again.

He didn't want to marry Baili Ye, but the people in the Mu Mansion forced him to a dead end.

A thought flashed through Mu Yu's mind more than once - if only he could drag the Mu family to hell together!

But the thought was fleeting.

There was a wry smile on his face, what else could he do with his current ghostly appearance?People who have stepped into hell with one foot, no matter how many thoughts they have, they are just delusions!

Suddenly, someone came to the door of the cell.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the chain of the door was unlocked. When Mu Yu saw who was coming, he couldn't help but widen his eyes!

It's his father, Mu Yangzhuo!

Mu Yu couldn't help but have some expectations in his heart, is dad here to save me?

He hurriedly got up from the stone bed, but before he had time to call for someone, he saw Mu Yangzhuo had already taken out a small medicine bottle, approaching him step by step, his eyes were so indifferent that no trace of warmth could be seen.

Mu Yu was stunned, his eyes full of disbelief.He staggered and took a step back, facing Muyang Zhuo's indifferent face, a line of tears fell from the corner of his eyes.

"Father, why..."

Why did he feel sorry for the Mu family?His own father actually wants to put him to death!

No wonder he suffered all kinds of grievances and insults in the prince's mansion in the past two years, and wanted to seek asylum from the Mu family, but all his letters were lost!

It was so!

He is just a discarded pawn, and he still has a glimmer of hope!

Hahaha... how ridiculous!

Seeing Mu Yu crying and laughing, Mu Yangzhuo frowned, and said with a look of understanding, "Mu Yu, you have to understand that if you don't die, you will definitely implicate the entire Mu family!"

"So I have to die?"

There is only resentment in Mu Yu's eyes, and the strong hatred is like a prairie fire, trying to destroy everything!

"You have so many sons and daughters, why must it be me?"

"So from the beginning, you planned it, right?"

"My mother's life or death is irrelevant, and I should be buried with the third prince, right?"

Seeing his crazy appearance, Mu Yangzhuo waved to the two behind him, "Go forward and hold him down!"

Mu Yu was a pair, no matter how two men were rivals, he was captured within a moment.Those people clasped his lute bones tightly, as if the whole Mu Mansion had kept him within a square inch, even breathing was an extravagant hope.

He struggled desperately, wanted to call for help, wanted to escape, wanted to live!

But he suddenly discovered that he was the only prisoner in the entire prison, except for the evil ghost in front of him, there was no living person in the prison this day.

His eyes were full of fear, he didn't want to die, why should he die?

How can this make him willing!

His canthus cracked, and he shouted at Mu Yangzhuo: "Are you right about my dead mother! Aren't you afraid that our mother and son will turn into ghosts and disturb Mu's house!"

With a cold face, Mu Yangzhuo approached Mu Yu step by step, then pinched Mu Yu's chin, and poured the whole bottle of poison into his mouth.

Mu Yu struggled desperately, but it was all in vain!

Black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were fixed on Mu Yangzhuo. He thought about being beaten to death by Baili Ye and the concubine in the mansion, but he never thought about being poisoned to death by his father...

There was a mocking smile on his face, tears fell from his eyes, he hated... ah!

He hated Baili Ye, hated everyone in the Mu family, and hated Mu Yangzhuo even more!

He, Mu Yu, swears to the heavens that even if he enters the [-]th floor of hell, he will get all these things back!

The soul is immortal, that is, endless!

With the onset of the poison, Mu Yu's eyes gradually became dizzy, and he only listened to Mu Yangzhuo's order: "Drag people to the mass grave, and don't let others know that there is Mu Yu in the Third Prince's residence!"

"Yes!"

Confused, Mu Yu felt pain in his abdomen, as if being bitten by thousands of insects and beasts, finally he lowered his head and was dragged away.