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He gave a frigid hum, "The Empress Dowager is?"

A small imperial eunuch next to him immediately climbed to his feet and said, "The Empress Dowager is still enclosed in the room with her brother."

When he thought of Bai Weiwei and the skinless corpse, a woman who had been pampered since she was a child. To see someone rot, when could she have experienced something like this?

She may have already gone insane.

Mu Yanjun sneered and laughed. "How can I let her be so well off? I will wait on our Empress Dowager tonight."

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Bai Weiwei sat next to the body and kept attempting to hypnotize herself. This was a white chicken, not a human.

Then she took a deep calming breath and waited until she heard the system notify her that the male lead was coming, and suppressed the whimper in her throat, and then wailed in desolation.

"Little Zhao, your sister was useless, couldn't protect you. You were kind and since you were young, your only ideal was to protect the country. Only to suffer like this when you became sixteen."

When Mu Yanjun just walked to the door when he heard Bai Weiwei's words.

He was cold hearted, but Bai Zhao was poisonous, and he never treated commoners as humans. Who knew how many people were killed.

He was kind? Also wanted to protect his home land?

A farce.

Bai Weiwei choked softly "I can't take revenge against the traitor. I can only accompany you, my poor, kind brother."

Mu Yanjun heard the sound of a blade being unsheathed and kicked the door in.

As he came in, he saw Bai Weiwei holding a knife against her chest. Her eyes desperate and misty, and he saw that the knife would be stabbed into her chest.

Mu Yanjun grabbed a leaf from the flower arrangement next to him, and flicked it to fly forward directly knocking the knife out of Bai Weiwei's hand.

Bai Weiwei was stunned. Her whole person fell backwards and her skirt was stained with blood, but she maintained her feminine posture.

"The Empress Dowager is such an honorable identity, this small death, wouldn't it be too light and unsatisfying?"

Mu Yanjun's indifferent tone was ghostly and stormy as night.

Bai Weiwei was pale, but she was not afraid. Her eyes lit by the candlelight were clear and fearless.

"A traitor is in power, there is no way to be loyal."

Bai Weiwei peered at Mu Yanjun, her back was straight and her voice was upright. "My Bai family is righteous, loyal, honest and just. We serve the worthy with humility and respect. Never dealt another extraordinary harm, and have not ruined anyone. Now to fall to this end is also to serve the country, leaving behind a pristine reputation, a red hearted inspiration."

The system silently parsed through the information of the Bai Family, framing loyal people, abusing power, cheating men and tyrannizing women, and corrupting officials. They brought the court to pandemonium and times of hardship.

The host's ability to speak nonsense with a straight face was top level.

Mu Yanjun reacted as though he heard a joke, and laughed darkly "You said, they have not ruined or wronged others?"

Bai Weiwei stood in the coagulating blood and looked up at him, no fear, no hesitation.

"Yes, because I know they are all kind people."

The system silently changed the folder and looked at the people who had been killed by the Bai family. They could build the Great Wall with all the bodies. This was some truly remarkable kindness.

Mu Yanjun looked at her, but could not see the fear he desired. No cowardice or weakness, and no guilty conscience.

She stood quietly in the pool of blood illuminated by the candle's fire. With a clear, soft breath, but with the sharpness of a steel knife.

She emphasized every word, "Whether or not I should die, I know that my Bai family is just and kind, and you are destined to be stigmatized for thousands of years."

Mu Yanjun only felt that his own sanity was smashed.

Bai Weiwei tapped the system gently: "Do you know what the most crushing thing for a victim is?"

The system that was still admiring her ability to talk nonsense, asked "What is it?"

Bai Weiwei: "Deny that he was harmed, then he will..."

Within that small moment, a cold hand had already caught her neck.

"Bai Weiwei, very good." Mu Yanjun ignited like a wildfire.

"I won't let you die, I will make you wish you could die."