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Chapter 847: Startling Heart Mingyu 59

Kangxi gently comforted Mingyu, but his heart was filled with cold anger.

Ruoxi, this ignorant girl, actually dared to discuss royal affairs and sow discord between him and Yu'er! He would never allow anyone to destroy their happiness.

The Ministry of Punishment was cold and damp, with no sunlight all year round. Ruoxi curled up in a corner, wearing a rough prison uniform, not washed for many days, with messy hair, and her once bright face now haggard.

Her body was covered with whip marks, new wounds overlapping old ones, shocking to the eye. Every breath was accompanied by piercing pain, but she bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from making any sound.

The jailer came to carry out executions every day. The whip fell with the sound of wind, and the sound of tearing flesh was particularly clear in the silent cell.

Ruoxi had long been accustomed to this kind of pain, and just endured it numbly. She knew that Kangxi would not let her go easily.

However, after the execution, a young eunuch would always sneak in and bring her medicine and some food.

Ruoxi knew that this was arranged by the Thirteenth and Fourteenth Princes. Although they could not save her, they tried their best to make her suffer less.

"Miss Ruoxi, this was specially asked by the Fourth Master and the Thirteenth Master to be delivered to me." The young eunuch lowered his voice, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

Ruoxi took the medicine and food and forced a smile: "Thank the Fourth Master and the Thirteenth Master for me."

The young eunuch nodded and left quietly. She didn't understand what she had done wrong to be tortured like this. She just told the truth but angered Kangxi and ended up like this.

She thought of Kangxi's cold eyes, and felt a chill in her heart. She knew that Kangxi's love for Mingyu had reached a point of madness, and anyone who threatened their relationship would be ruthlessly eliminated by him.

Ruoxi smiled bitterly, she was so stupid, she wanted to change history, but in the end she trapped herself in this cage. She closed her eyes and let the tears fall, her heart filled with despair and regret.

Ruoxi huddled in a corner, listening to the sound of water dripping on the damp stone wall. Half a year of imprisonment and repeated punishment had already worn away the last bit of her stubbornness.

She looked down at her hands that were bruised and purple, and a chill suddenly ran down her spine. She even began to doubt whether this broken body was still hers.

She looked at the prison door with a dull look in her eyes. She still remembered the first few days when she was thrown into the Ministry of Punishment. She looked at the door expectantly, hoping to see a familiar figure. However, day after day, the person who was supposed to reach out and pull her out of the quagmire never showed up.

"Eighth Master..." She murmured to herself, her voice barely audible.

He once whispered softly in her ear: "Ruoxi, if you are in trouble, I will never let you down and will protect you."

But now, her difficulty has become the silence of Master Ba. Was it because of her careless words that really pushed herself into the bottomless abyss? Ruoxi smiled sadly, and her tears flowed down her cheeks like beads that had broken off the string.

Not only Mr. Ba, but even her sister who always loved her never showed up. She once naively believed that no matter how strong the wind and rain were, her sister would open an umbrella in time to block out the sky for her. But in the past six months, not to mention a response, not even a word of comfort reached her ears.

Was it too cold in the palace, so cold that even the brotherhood had frozen? Ruoxi could no longer hold back, and buried her head between her knees, her tears completely soaking her ragged prison uniform.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, very light but not ignorable.

She suddenly raised her head, a glimmer of hope instantly ignited in her eyes. However, when the prison door was opened, the person who appeared in front of her almost brought back her nightmare.

The dim oil lamp flickered, illuminating Ruoxi's pale face.

She raised her head woodenly and looked at the bright yellow imperial edict in Li Dequan's hand. The last glimmer of hope in her heart was shattered.

"The Emperor, by the Mandate of Heaven, hereby proclaims: Maertai Ruoxi, who has been spreading lies and misleading the people, falsely claims to be from another world, shall be burned immediately to serve as a warning to others! This is my decree!"

Li Dequan's shrill voice echoed in the cell, and every word was like a sharp knife piercing Ruoxi's heart.

Ruoxi sat on the ground in a daze, the words in the imperial edict that pierced her heart and lungs lingering in her ears - "burn". She stared blankly at the yellow silk swaying in Li Dequan's hand, her lips moved, but she didn't say a word.

"Someone, take her out." Li Dequan tilted his head and gave the order. His tone was cold and emotionless, as if announcing the end of a drama that had nothing to do with him.

Two jailers immediately stepped forward and roughly lifted Ruoxi from the ground. She was already very weak, and her whole body was like a light dead leaf, being half-dragged and half-pulled towards the door.

As she staggered, her eyes suddenly became empty, and she smiled bitterly in her heart: It turned out that she had become a victim of Kangxi's deep affection for Mingyu in this way. She had only given him some warnings about history, but she had completely hit his reverse scale.

Ruoxi struggled desperately, screaming, "I didn't spread lies to deceive the people! I didn't! Your Majesty! Spare my life! I don't want to die!"

Her frail body burst out with amazing strength in the jailer's hands. Her nails dug deeply into the jailer's arms, leaving several bloody marks.

Li Dequan waved his hand impatiently: "Don't dawdle, drag him out!"

The fear of death surged like a tide, swallowing up the last bit of Ruoxi's sanity. She looked desperately into the depths of the cell, which was empty and without a single ray of light, just like her heart at the moment.

She remembered the gentle smile of the Eighth Prince Yinsi and her sister's concerned eyes.

Being dragged out of the Ministry of Punishment, the dazzling sunlight made it almost impossible for her to open her eyes. In the center of the square, the pile of firewood was like a ferocious beast, waiting to devour her life. The air was filled with the smell of dry firewood, mixed with fear and despair, making Ruoxi almost nauseous.

The scorching sun hanging high in the sky cast a scorching light, and the silent oppression in the square was completely torn apart by Ruoxi's "No!"

She struggled almost frantically, her nails scraping against the hard and cold stone slabs, making a harsh sound, and the traces of dragging clearly showed despair and unwillingness.

The jailer held her arms with a firm and ruthless force, as if he was pulling a lifeless body. However, Ruoxi's thin figure continued to burn in the air with her remaining tenacity - she didn't want to die, and she couldn't die!

The palace servants around the square retreated to a distance in an orderly manner, as if they were afraid of her "devilish power" and were unwilling to get close to the huge pile of firewood. It was quiet all around, with only the sound of the wind mixed with Ruoxi's intermittent sobs, blending into the "crackling" sound of the burning oil paper in the firewood pile.