“放肆！” 刺耳的呵斥声在宫殿里炸开， terminating whatever remaining hope Su Ling had clung to. The cold, detached eyes of the Jiaozuo Emperor, Lin Feng, were fixed on her, as if she were a pest that dared to encroach upon his sacred territory. He, the mighty emperor, had never paid attention to her, just like that, easily dismissing her feelings. But now, she was dead. Su Ling, the loyal and Hanping, now looked into the depths of despair in the eyes of the man she had loved for a lifetime. She had been in his palace for so many years, but in his eyes, she was still nothing but a fleeing ant. She had tried to please her, to be the perfect concubine, but that was not enough. He had always said that she was not beautiful, not clever, not enough. She had been hurt so much, but she still didn't want to give up on him. She still had hope. But now, she had given up all hope. She had originally thought that with his help, she could lay a path to the imperial favor, but she had never thought that he would treat her like this.