After entering the book, the cold prince begs for favor

Chapter 373 The Death of Liang Yusong

Liang Yusong stared blankly at Yuan Wanru, then suddenly burst into a maniacal laugh: "Hahaha... Yuan Wanru, who do you think you are? Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have Lu Jiangnian backing you up?"

Her laughter echoed in the dark cell, tinged with a hint of malice. "I refuse to believe that you can get away with killing me!"

She clung to her last shred of dignity, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "And my family... You absolutely wouldn't dare touch them! This is right under the Emperor's nose, Yuan Wanru, do you really dare to be so arrogant?"

Liang Yusong stared intently at Yuan Wanru, trying to find a flaw in her expression.

She stubbornly believed that Yuan Wanru was merely bluffing.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Wanru smiled knowingly and said, "I don't need to do it myself."

She stepped forward slowly, her gold-embroidered skirt trailing gracefully on the ground. "It is the Emperor who wants to kill them."

"When your Liang family prides yourselves on being clever and manipulating everyone, have you ever thought that the truth would come out one day?"

Yuan Wanru's voice was gentle as water, yet every word she uttered was piercing to the heart.

Liang Yusong's pupils suddenly contracted, and the color drained from her face instantly. She instinctively shrank back, her back pressed against the cold wall.

Yuan Wanru leaned down and whispered in her ear, "How exactly did Empress Sun die...? Don't you, the Liang family, know best?"

"You... how could you know!" Liang Yusong's voice suddenly rose, so sharp it almost pierced eardrums.

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her fingers dug deeply into her palms.

Yuan Wanru straightened up, looking down at her terrified expression: "The Emperor knows, the Crown Prince knows... How long do you think Consort Liang, the Second Prince, and your Liang and Gao families can live?"

She gently shook her head. "I was just... letting you go first."

"Nobody cares whether you live or die."

These words were like the last straw, completely breaking Liang Yusong's spirit.

"It's over...it's all over..."

Liang Yusong collapsed to the ground, crying and laughing at the same time, appearing as if she had gone mad. Her carefully styled hair was disheveled, and her hairpins fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Yuan Wanru coldly watched her collapse, then turned and walked towards the torture rack.

Her fingertips traced the red-hot branding iron, sparks flying: "I was going to let you try this..."

She suddenly turned around, a cruel smile flashing in her eyes: "But now I've changed my mind. What's more important to a woman than her innocence?"

Liang Yusong's crying stopped abruptly. She looked up in terror, her lips trembling: "What...what do you want to do?"

Yuan Wanru admired her near-collapse expression and slowly used the tip of her knife to loosen her belt: "I won't do anything. I'll just throw you out into the street... When the drug takes effect, someone will naturally do something for me."

"Liang Yusong, even if you die..."

Yuan Wanru leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You will die a very ugly death."

"No! Please!"

Liang Yusong finally broke down completely. She crawled on her knees and grabbed Yuan Wanru's skirt, crying, "Kill me! Kill me now!"

Tears mingled with makeup, leaving a disheveled mark on her face. "I'll do anything you want, just don't treat me like this!"

Yuan Wanru coldly pulled back her skirt and ordered Xuan Ying, who was standing in the shadows, "Take her out."

She paused, a cruel smile curving her lips. "Remember... to choose a lively place."

-

Xuan Ying waved his hand expressionlessly, and two guards immediately stepped forward to support the limp Liang Yusong.

She was still struggling, letting out hoarse cries, but the effects of the drug had begun to take hold, and her struggles were becoming increasingly weak, her eyes gradually becoming unfocused.

"Keep a close eye on her," Xuan Ying ordered coldly. "The Crown Prince's wife said not to let her escape." He paused, a cold glint in his eyes, "but don't stop her from committing suicide."

The guards obeyed and dragged Liang Yusong away from the dungeon.

-

A dilapidated temple in the southern part of the city.

Summer nights come late, and a cool breeze blows. Outside the dilapidated temple, several ragged beggars are roasting food around a weak bonfire.

Suddenly, a commotion arose in the distance. They looked up and saw two men in black dragging a disheveled woman toward them, then mercilessly dumping her in the mud in front of the temple.

"This, this is...?" one of the beggars asked, his eyes wide.

The man in black gave them a cold glance, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Liang Yusong was burning hot and her mind was hazy, but when her eyes met the greedy gazes of the beggars, an unprecedented fear instantly swept over her.

She struggled to her feet and staggered toward the temple, but the drug took effect and her legs were so weak that she could barely stand.

"Oh, little girl, what are you doing here all alone?"

A beggar with a dirty face grinned as he approached.

Liang Yusong's vision was already blurred, and her limbs felt limp as if they didn't belong to her.

She staggered backward, her back hitting the mottled stone pillars in the dilapidated temple, the rough texture causing a sharp pain.

Get away! Don't touch me!

Her voice was hoarse and broken, and even she couldn't hear it clearly.

Those filthy hands reached out, and greedy faces swayed before my eyes, like demons crawling out of hell.

Despair washed over her like a tidal wave, overwhelming her reason.

She bit her lip hard, the taste of rust spreading on her tongue—she would rather die than suffer such humiliation!

In a daze, she seemed to see her second brother.

He stood under the pear tree in the backyard of the Liang family mansion, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, and waved to her with a smile: "Little Yusong, come here, your second brother brought you some sugar figurines."

That was when she was seven years old, and her second brother always doted on her.

But her second brother was gone, and he died so tragically. She was filled with hatred!

She saw her mother again.

Her mother sat in front of the dressing table, gently combing her hair, and whispered, "Our Yusong is so beautiful, her future husband will surely cherish her."

She retorted to her mother in a coquettish tone, "The person I want to marry must be an outstanding, high-ranking man. I don't want an ordinary person."

And my aunt, Consort Liang.

Wearing a nine-phoenix golden crown, her aunt said affectionately to her, "Daughters of the Liang family are born to compete. Yusong, in the future, our Liang family will surely become the most glorious family in the capital. Whatever you want, your aunt will give you."

She believed her aunt's words, and she was willing to fight for it, to help her aunt fight for it, and to help her cousin fight for it.

But in the end—

Lu Jiangnian's cold face flashed before her eyes; he wouldn't even glance at her. Yuan Wanru stood beside him, a victor's smile playing on her lips, as if to say, "You lost."

Her life was so short, so ridiculous.

Having gained nothing and accomplished nothing, I am destined to die in such a wretched state.

"boom!"

The moment his forehead slammed into the stone pillar, excruciating pain exploded, and warm blood flowed down his brow bone, blurring his last glimmer of vision.

—I'm so unwilling to accept this.

This was her last thought before she was plunged into eternal darkness.

-

Yuan Wanru had just visited Sun Haining and returned to Lingshui Residence.

From their conversation, she realized that Liang Yusong had indeed tried to smear Haining's innocence; if it weren't for Haining and Qingshuang's desperate resistance...

She closed her eyes, a cold rage churning in her chest.

"The Crown Prince's wife."

Xuan Ying's voice rang out from outside the door, "Liang Yusong... committed suicide by running into a pillar."

Yuan Wanru slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with a chilling coldness.

I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted as to give Liang Yusong the chance to commit suicide.

In the dilapidated temple in the southern part of the city, a gathering place for beggars and vagrants, Liang Yusong's medicine had taken effect, and he was left there...

Liang Yusong still had some backbone; he knew that suicide was better than living and suffering humiliation.

But this is far from enough.

"Go to the Jingzhao government office to report the case."

Yuan Wanru said coldly, "Just say that Miss Liang was found dead in a dilapidated temple in the south of the city, her death gruesome."

A mocking smile played on her lips. "Let the whole capital know how she died."

Even if you die, don't expect to die with dignity!