Unfortunately, it was all fake again.

　　His illness became more severe, his anger grew, and most of the time he lost his rationality.

　　The palace maids were too afraid to approach him, except for Cui Fuling, who didn't retreat or hide.

　　She quietly watched him in pain.

　　Cui Fuling, you said you love me.

　　But do you know that the gaze of someone in love isn't like this? Now you don't even bother to pretend anymore.

　　Is it for the sake of those twenty thousand soldiers? Or is it for your so-called nameless husband, the low-ranking soldier? Pei Qi had a clear understanding of himself.

　　He was indulgent and debauched, cruel in his methods, and he didn't care about the lives of those who didn't matter to him.

　　But Cui Fuling did care.

　　What should he do? He had no way out anymore, his life was coming to an end.

　　Cui Fuling said that the only reason he loved her was because she took aphrodisiacs.

　　But was it really only because of the aphrodisiacs? He couldn't figure it out.

　　But there was one thing he seemed to understand.

　　Pei Qi.

　　You are arrogant and luxurious.

　　Your methods are cruel.

　　You have taken the lives of tens of thousands.

　　You, deserve a thousand deaths for your crimes.