Chapter 99: Father, your son will not marry her

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Empress Ning raised her head, her eyes fluttering with a dark red glow that reflected Chu Shao's face.

At that moment, she realized that there was really no such thing as coming back to life once someone had died.

Staring into Chu Shao's eyes, Empress Ning grinned, a muddled laughter spilling from her throat. No one knew what she was laughing at.

Chu Shao looked at the scars on Empress Ning's face and slowly crouched down.

She reached out her hand and lightly touched her with her fingertips, tracing the rough scars and wounds.

Through the gap in the pattern screen, Xiao Jin couldn't really see Empress Ning's expression clearly.

She turned her head slightly and realized that the madness in her eyes had gradually faded, replaced by a kind of innocent obsession.

Obsession?

Xiao Jin almost thought she had seen it wrong.

However, under Empress Ning's fixated gaze, Chu Shao withdrew her hand.

She looked at her with extremely gentle eyes and said softly, "How pitiful."

Upon hearing this, Empress Ning's face suddenly changed.

The light that had finally burst forth from her eyes was like a shooting star, disappearing into the dark and cold night sky.

After a moment, Empress Ning looked at the white-robed woman in front of her and moved her lips.

It was as if she was chewing on something as she struggled to squeeze out a few syllables. "You... are Chu Shao."

Chu Shao smiled and replied, "Yes, Empress Mother."

Empress Ning's face instantly contorted into a ball, her voice hoarse as she laughed out loud. "Chu Shao, Chu Shao... you are clearly even more pitiful than I am. What right do you have to pity me now?"

Chu Shao's smile deepened.

Her fair and slender fingers lightly covered the withered knuckles of the Empress Ning, who gripped the iron bars, and looked straight into her eyes as she spoke softly, "Empress Mother, I have never felt sorry for myself."

"Only people like you, who have lost everything and think of themselves as miserable creatures, constantly pity themselves."

The Empress Ning had long since lost the use of her legs and now crawled towards the iron bars like a pile of soft mud. "You're talking nonsense...I haven't lost."

She clung to the iron gate, all the strands of hair on her face falling away, and a strange smile on her face.

Her visage was aged and horrifying as she stared at Chu Shao and intermittently shouted in a hoarse and unpleasant voice, "Don't think that I don't know, from the day I returned to Yao Country, Nan Jin has been crazy..."

"Nan Jin is a lunatic. Even if you killed Shen Ronglian, she would never let you go."

Chu Shao laughed softly, "As you said, the national teacher has already gone crazy. How could a lunatic be constantly thinking about who to make suffer?"

She reached out and gently brushed away the hair covering the face of the woman whose features had withered.

Ignoring the Empress Ning's trembling, she spoke warmly, "Of course, the national teacher treats you differently. You are a unique privilege. After all, my mother detests you, so I imagine the national teacher hates you too."

Perhaps recalling the tortures that Nan Jin had inflicted upon her, the Empress Ning's eyes widened and the red in her pupils grew more intense.

Desperately she reached out her hand towards Chu Shao's face, wanting to scratch her with her fingers.

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