"Nan Xing, it's so dark this day, hurry up and light up the candlelight."

"Yes, Princess. I wanted to order it just now, but I didn't order it because I was afraid of waking the princess. I'll order it." Nan Xing said, and quickly found Huozhezi and went to light the candle.

Soon, she lit the candle light, and the room suddenly brightened.

Concubine Zhao looked at the opposite side and saw that the opposite side was brightly lit, but there was no sound.

The whole world is so quiet, she couldn't help asking, "Are the guests gone? Why is there no sound from the other side?"

Nan Xing hesitated and said: "Because the prince is going to enter the bridal chamber with the concubine, so the guests all left with interest."

Concubine Zhao was startled, and then smiled bitterly: "Yes, tonight is their bridal night, you can't disturb. Nan Xing, I suddenly want to eat apples. Go get me apples and a knife, and cut them for me. , Okay?"

"Okay, please wait for the princess." When Nan Xing heard that the princess was finally willing to eat, he ran out quickly.

Princess Zhao got up and took a look at the opposite wing.

At this moment, is Zhao Wang already going to bed with Su Changxiao?

Is he kissing her and caressing her.

The thought of her beloved man actually making out with other women made her heartache.

The thought that King Zhao would kiss Su Changxiao with her lips, her heart broke with pain and her heart cracked with jealousy.

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Soon, Nan Xing brought in the apple and the knife.

"Wang Hao, the apple is here, come, let me cut it for you." Nan Xing said.

"No need, I'll cut it myself. I want to drink porridge too, or would you go to the kitchen and bring me a bowl of porridge?" Princess Zhao smiled.

"Really? Great, Princess, you want to eat both apples and porridge. It's great." Nan Xing cried with joy, put down his knife and ran out to serve the porridge.

Seeing Nan Xing running out, Princess Zhao tremblingly picked up the knife.

She raised her head and glanced at the fiery red room on the opposite side with tears of tears.

He looked at the moon in the sky, the flowers he planted for her in the yard, the birds he raised for her, the piano he once gave her, and the empty bed behind him.

She got up, took a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote on it: "Wear the tears before the flower, and I have more than a hatred of the piano under the moon. Watching Shuangyan's tears and falling quietly, Jing is quiet against the empty bed."

After writing, she put down her brush and glanced at the deep sky outside.

The person she loves has already loved others.

Since no one in this world has come to love her, what is the point of her being alive?

Thinking of this, she pointed the knife at her wrist and cut it gently.

The knife was slashed, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

A touch of blood overflowed, warm and red, winding and dripping.

Suddenly, her eyes went dark, her steps shook, and her body slowly fell.

In the dimness, she saw a pool of blood under her hand, and she didn't have the strength to speak out.

She feels her heart is so cold, so cold; her body, so cold, so cold; the sky outside, so dark, so dark!

Her world is so lonely, her heart is so empty.

When Nan Xing rushed in holding a bowl of porridge excitedly, he saw Princess Zhao lying on the ground dying.

There was a large pool of blood on the wrist of the princess, and she screamed "Ah" and hit the porridge in her hands to the ground.

"Wang Concubine, what's wrong with you?" Nan Xing rushed over and picked up Concubine Zhao, and found that there was a knife thrown on the ground, and there was a deep hole in the wrist of the concubine!