The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort (Chapters 1- 203)

Chapter 127 : The Woman in Power Kills the Monarch

Translated by : Shl

Edited by : Anks & Ely

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Trigger Warning: suicide

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"Your Majesty . . ." Imperial Consort Chen looked at the Emperor. Although she said nothing else, her bright eyes conveyed a sense of worry, as if she was concerned for the realm. The Empress pursed her lips, and a helpless expression flitted across her face briefly while she remained silent.

"All right, we will watch you burn the incense now!" the Emperor said to the Astronomical Bureau Supervisor.

The Astronomical Bureau Supervisor lowered his head and ordered his subordinates to bring forward the xiyuan incense. This stick of incense was exceedingly bulky, almost like a small pillar. The Emperors of past dynasties had only lit the xiyuan incense to inquire of the heavens when the omen of great evil appeared. Once the incense was lit, the astronomical observatory and its surroundings was wreathed in warm smoke.

The Astronomical Bureau Supervisor knelt down facing the xiyuan incense and heavily kowtowed thrice before saying, "May the heavens grant us favour, may a warning descend from the heavens. Twin stars with the moon are in the sky, the demon star has made an appearance. We beseech the all-knowing heavens, reveal this demon star to us!"

Green smoke spiralled upwards, gradually suffusing the pitch-black curtain of night. A slight smile hovered over Jiang Ruan's lips, her arms were crossed over her chest, and the breeze lightly ruffled her long hair. Her plain white clothes were wrapped tightly around her and her appearance was alluringly beautiful. However, it was as if she were a beautiful evil spirit in the midst of hell, materialising gracefully before them while bearing great hatred.

Xiao Shao's gaze rested on the kowtowing figure of the Astronomical Bureau Supervisor, and his expression changed subtly.

Without warning, cries of alarm sounded from the crowd.

Imperial Consort Chen's pupils slowly enlarged, like the clear spring water of the Yangtze spilling over its banks, full of the soft warmth of joy.

"Wang Jiejie, why does your body have . . ." The sound grew louder.

The mirth in Imperial Consort Chen's eyes disappeared abruptly.

She saw the womenfolk falling into a panicked flutter, each one retreating backwards, leaving Wang Meiren all alone in the centre of a widening circle. At that moment, her plain clothes were transforming from white to bright red, starting from the top and moving downwards. The colour was as shocking as blood, and the blood-red colour was spreading continuously, staining her chest area then moving gradually to the rest of her body. As the stained area increased, she looked like someone who had been dredged up from a pool of blood. Losing their heads in fear, the palace folk scrambled to flee, abandoning Wang Meiren, who was slapping at her clothes in a frenzy while mumbling, "How could this happen . . .no, no, how can this be happening?"

Imperial Consort Chen lowered her head to glance at Jiang Ruan, standing next to Empress Dowager Yi De. Jiang Ruan, seeming to feel the weight of the gaze, turned her head to lock eyes with her and smile minutely. That smile was gentle and self-possessed, lighting up her charming face in an instant. However, there was endless mockery and provocation in her eyes. Jiang Ruan nodded at Imperial Consort Chen, who stiffened.

The Emperor said, angrily, "Demoness! Catch hold of her!"

The imperial bodyguards surged forward and took hold of her without any effort as Wang Meiren had never anticipated such an occurrence would befall her, and was already in a state of total confusion. When seized, unwilling to be thus treated, she hollered, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! This concubine has been wrongly accused, this concubine has been wrongly accused!"