Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
“I’m doing this for your own good, and for the people of the Northland. You might not know.
The doctor said you are dying. Now that Xuanye was already killed in Estan, there’s no one to succeed the throne. But you have to pass it on to someone reliable. In that case, being your wife, I am obviously the perfect candidate. What do you think?”
Lan Qiwei made her ambition evident.
Huangpu Heng was not too sick to get her point.
She wanted the throne!
She wanted to replace him to be a real Queen!
Huangpu Xing would never have expected his seemingly family-oriented wife to be so ambitious.
“Weiwei, is this on a whim or have you planned it out?”
“Your Majesty, what is the point of talking about this now? If only you could recover you would definitely still be the king. But now you are lying in the hospital, half dead. What difference would you make?”
“Weiwei, how could you…”
Huangpu Heng pointed his trembling hand at her.
Lan Qiwe got hold of his hand and pressed it down. “I guess you want to ask how I could do this to you as your wife, huh? I’m telling you now, you never meant anything to me!”
“You…” He started coughing.
“Does it feel like something is stuck in your throat? Are you finding it hard to talk?”
Lan Qiwei kept smiling at him while she took off the veil and showed her well-maintained pretty face.
Huangpu Heng felt like he was seeing her for the first time. He kept staring at her. She seemed so unfamiliar, or even scary.
“Ah…Er…” He kept coughing.
Huangpu Heng pressed his hand on his throat and tried to make some sound. But he could not.
He took another look at the thermal box by his bed then at Lan Qiwei. He realized what had happened.
This charming woman, the one he had been deeply in love with, had just poisoned him and made him dumb.
“If you do as I say and let me take the throne, I will consider delivering your son’s body home and burying you two together. Otherwise, I’m not sure if your son will make it back to the Northland. It’s your call. I’m giving you three days to think about it. Take your time!”
Lan Qiwei spoke calmly. Then she got up, put on the veil again and walked out in grace.
When she left, Huangpu Heng pounded hard on the bed but no one came for him.
The guards were all her men. Even if Huangpu Heng could call for help, no one would have come for him.
Inside the Top Military District Hospital in Estan.
Night fell and it became quiet in the hospital. Huangpu Xuanye fell asleep.
Toward two o’clock in the morning, there was nothing but silence. And the guards went asleep too.
Right then, a person in white came along the corridor. He wore a mask and a white gown, just like any ordinary doctor.
He came to Huangpu Xuanye’s ward and saw the guards asleep. He killed them with barely any effort and snuck into the room.
Standing by his bed, the man looked down emotionlessly at Huangpu Xuanye. Seeing him deeply asleep, he took a pillow and placed it quietly on his face.
He suddenly pressed the pillow down and shot at Huangpu Xuanye’s face through the pillow.