Killer Queen: Tyrant, prepare to die!

Chapter 1: Having crawled back from hell, I beg you to die.

When the bullet pierced his chest, the first thought that flashed through Ling Ye's mind was—the mission intelligence was wrong.

My second thought was that the bullet came from behind.

She turned her head with difficulty and saw her most trusted partner in the organization holding a gun, the muzzle still smoking.

"Why..." Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, and Ling Ye braced himself against the wall to keep from falling.

"Night Phoenix, you're too dazzling." Her partner's voice was icy. "The organization only needs obedient blades, not trump cards with their own ideas."

My vision started to blur.

The last thing Ling Ye heard was the thud of himself falling to the ground and the faint sound of police sirens in the distance.

Yeah.

This filthy world, this hypocritical organization, this life filled with betrayal...

It's clean when you're dead.

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pain.

The pain felt like my internal organs had been shredded and then haphazardly pieced back together.

Ling Ye suddenly opened his eyes.

The first thing you see isn't the white walls of a hospital.

It wasn't the blood-red color of hell either.

Instead, it had a leaky roof and weathered beams and pillars.

There was also an overwhelming, lingering musty smell and... rancid odor in the air.

She lay on a hard, uncomfortable wooden bed, covered with a tattered thin blanket.

wrong.

This is not her body.

Memories flooded my mind like a tidal wave, making my temples throb.

Shen Qingci. Eighteen years old. The legitimate daughter of Grand Tutor Shen Anbang. The Empress of the Nangong Dynasty.

No, the empress is now deposed.

The images flashed by like fragments:

On their wedding night, with red candles burning brightly, the man in the dragon robe lifted her veil.

The candlelight illuminated his incomparably handsome face, and in his deep eyes...

There was a fleeting moment of tenderness.

"Qingci," he called her name, his voice low.

Then it redirects—

In the cold, empty hall, she was forced to kneel on the ground.

A cold, emotionless male voice came from above: "Empress Shen has used witchcraft and sorcery to curse me and the Imperial Concubine."

With the evidence irrefutable, she was stripped of her empress title and banished to the cold palace.

She cried and protested, "Your Majesty, I didn't! Those things aren't mine!"

But he simply waved his hand indifferently: "Drag him away."

Finally, there was the Shen family—her father and brother were dismissed from their posts and their property was confiscated. Her elderly father vomited blood in court, and her brother was imprisoned.

She herself has been thrown into this cold palace like a rag doll for three months now.

"Oh……"

Ling Ye, no, now it's Shen Qingci. She tugged at the corner of her mouth, causing the burning pain on her face to rise.

What a...wonderful life.

The top assassin of the 21st century, "Night Phoenix," unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of a deposed empress awaiting death.

She tried to move her fingers, but her body was incredibly weak.

Moreover... she keenly sensed a slowly corrosive toxin within this body.

It's not immediately fatal, but rather it slowly drains life away.

"They really are... leaving no way out." She muttered to herself, her killer instincts already automatically analyzing the situation.

Cold palace, poisoning, abandonment.

A classic example of starting from a desperate situation.

"Squeak—"

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, and an old eunuch dressed in a gray eunuch robe with a lewd face walked in with two young eunuchs.

"Oh, you're awake?" The old eunuch's voice was high-pitched as he squinted at the person on the bed. "Empress Shen, it's time for your meal."

He gave a wink, and the little eunuch behind him brought over a broken bowl.

The bowl contained half a bowl of spoiled rice that was unrecognizable, with suspicious mold spots floating on top.

Shen Qingci did not move.

The old eunuch Wang Fu sneered, "What, you still think you're the Empress? Let me tell you, once you're in this cold palace, you're not even as good as a dog!"

He suddenly reached out, grabbed the spoiled rice from the bowl, and slammed it hard into Shen Qingci's face!

The stale, foul-smelling rice grains stuck to my face and hair; the cold touch and the feeling of humiliation instantly ignited something within me.

"You're asking for it!"

Wang Fu spat, his gaze sweeping over Shen Qingci's face, which, despite its paleness and haggardness, still couldn't hide its stunning beauty.

A lewd glint appeared in his eyes. "Well... your face is still usable."

He leaned closer, his breath reeking of bad breath on her face: "Anyway, you're not going to live much longer, so why don't we have some fun? Maybe... it'll make your death a little more comfortable."

A withered hand reached towards her collar.

that moment--

Ling Ye's consciousness was fully awakened.

Just as Wang Fu's hand was about to touch her clothes, the woman on the bed suddenly moved!

So fast that only a blur remained!

Wang Fu didn't even see what happened; he only felt a sharp pain in his wrist—

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the silent, desolate palace.

"Ah—!" Before his piercing scream could even get out, a cold, sharp object was already pressed against his Adam's apple.

It was the only wooden hairpin left on Shen Qingci's head.

The hairpin tip wasn't particularly sharp, but when pressed against a vital spot, it could be fatal.

Wang Fu's scream was stuck in his throat. He stared in horror at the woman in front of him, who seemed like a completely different person.

That face still had stale rice on it, but those eyes...

It was as cold as ice coated with poison, carrying a murderous aura that seemed to have crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"You, you..." Wang Fu trembled all over, while the two eunuchs behind him were already terrified.

Shen Qingci didn't look at them.

Her hand holding the wooden hairpin was as steady as a rock, and her voice was hoarse but clear: "Get out."

It's just one word.

Wang Fu felt as if he were being targeted by an evil spirit, and his crotch suddenly felt hot; he had wet himself in fear.

"Get out, get out... I'm getting out!"

He trembled and scrambled toward the door.

The pain from his broken wrist made him break out in a cold sweat, but he dared not utter another sound.

The two eunuchs scrambled out after them.

The door was slammed shut.

The cold palace returned to its deathly silence.

Shen Qingci released his grip, and the wooden hairpin fell to the ground with a "clatter".

She leaned against the edge of the bed, breathing heavily.

That attack just now almost drained the last bit of strength from her body.

Toxins, weakness, hunger...

This situation is even worse than when she was hunted in the Amazon rainforest.

She looked down at her trembling hands.

The memories belonging to Shen Qingci are still surging—

That man, Nangong Ye.

He once promised her father, "Grand Tutor, rest assured, I will treat Qingci well."

On the day she entered the palace as empress, he personally placed the phoenix crown on her head and said, "From now on, the empire is my dowry, and I will keep it with the empress."

Yet it was he who, faced with so-called "evidence," did not hesitate to cripple her, ransack her home, and throw her into this hell to await her death.

The memory was finally frozen on the day of the witchcraft case, when he sat on the dragon throne, looking down at her with no warmth in his eyes, only the ruthlessness of an emperor and... disgust.

"Oh……"

Shen Qingci chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the empty, desolate palace, more unpleasant than weeping.

She raised her hand and slowly wiped the stale food off her face.

His gaze gradually darkened, sinking into an unfathomable, icy pool.

"Nangong Ye..."

She uttered the name, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Wait until I crawl out of this hell."

"I must invite you..."

"To die."

As the vow was made, a flock of crows outside the cold palace window suddenly took flight in fright.

Just then, Shen Qingci suddenly felt a strange, weak twitching in her lower abdomen.

She froze.

Slowly, incredulously, she lowered her head to look at her flat but subtly unusual lower abdomen.

His fingers trembled as he touched it.

Through the thin clothing, I could feel... a slight, unusual bulge there.

Like...

A fetus that is not yet showing.

Shen Qingci's pupils suddenly contracted.

This body... is pregnant?!

In this desolate palace, when she was poisoned and her life hung by a thread—

She's pregnant with that man's child?!