The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 1001: Accept guilt

www.lnmao.org, the fastest update of my beloved ugly girl, please give me more advice on the latest chapter!

"Long live the Lord! I take the blame! It is indeed my concubine who killed the fourth prince!" Suddenly, Concubine Hui cut off Zhong Mingwei's words. She raised her head and looked at Zhong Zhiheng with blood-red eyes, with undisguised reluctance. And angry, "That **** killed my concubine's son, and I just wish I could eat her flesh and drink her blood! My concubine's son is dead, but that bitch's son is favored in front of Long Live Lord, maybe Long live the Lord will help the fourth prince to ascend the throne one day! Why?! My concubine’s child died tragically at her hands, but her son wants to rule the world! I am not willing to give in! I am not willing to give in!"

"You are presumptuous!"

Zhong Zhiheng said angrily, and slapped Concubine Hui **** the face with such force that Concubine Hui collapsed to the ground and vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"Father!" Zhong Mingwei knelt down with a "pop" and said urgently, "Father! Please calm down. No matter how angry you are, don't make the dragon body angry. Besides... the fourth brother was... There are still many strange things about the murders, and I think it’s time to..."

"What else is weird! This **** admits it with red lips and white teeth!" Zhong Zhiheng shouted angrily, while staring at Zhong Mingwei, "Go back! You have nothing to do here!"

"Father!" Zhong Mingwei looked panicked. He looked at Concubine Hui, who was lying on the ground unable to move for a long time, and then looked at Zhong Zhiheng, his face extremely ugly, "Father, my son..."

"Your Highness, the imperial physician is in the outer hall. He can come and take the pulse of Long Live Lord right now. You don't have to worry." Zhao Ruhai stepped forward, helped Zhong Mingwei stand up, and whispered in his ear, " Your Highness, the princess is still waiting for you to return."

"My farewell." When he spoke again, Zhong Mingwei had regained his clarity. He bowed deeply to Zhong Zhiheng, then bowed and retreated.

Most of Concubine Hui's face was swollen, and her ears and brain were "buzzing". She turned her face sideways with great effort and watched Zhong Mingwei retreat. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and smiled. , her red and swollen face pressed against the cold ground, feeling indescribably comfortable, but she didn't have more time to covet this kind of comfort. She put her hands on the ground, struggled to get up, and then climbed to Zhong Zhiheng's side like a dog. before.

"Long live my lord, I know I'm wrong! I know I'm wrong..." She hugged Zhong Zhiheng's legs with both hands and sobbed again, "I am over thirty and have gone through all the hard work..." I finally gave birth to a son, but before he was a full moon, he died tragically at the hands of someone else. How could I not feel uncomfortable or go crazy? Long live my lord, I really couldn’t bear it anymore. I looked at the fourth prince all day long. Talking and laughing in front of you, watching him play chess, eat and chat with you, I just thought, if my little prince is still here, would you also love me as much as you want to love the fourth prince? Son? But...but there is no chance! There will never be a chance!" Concubine Hui raised her head, her eyes were so red and swollen with tears that she could hardly open them, but the tears flowing out from the red and swollen gaps were so... The surge of emotions was so tragic, "Long live my Lord, I am already thirty-four years old. I am afraid that I will never be able to have children again in this life, so the little prince is my only son in this life. Long live my Lord, I am... ...I will never be a mother again, long live my lord, I know that the fourth prince is innocent, but I can't help but resent him. It is clear that my long live lord has given the death of the imperial concubine to avenge the little prince, but I But I still think it’s not enough. I dream about the little prince every night, dreaming about him crying, dreaming about him laughing, long live my lord, I will go crazy!”

The messy and soft hair was hanging down to the ground, and the softness was pitiful. Zhong Zhiheng looked at the woman kneeling in front of him with her heart broken, and felt a chill in his heart.