boyutpedia Chapter 179 Consort Fucha
Chapter 179 Consort Fucha
After saying that, she raised her hand again, as if to slap Ulanara Yixiu again.
Not everyone has the luck of Consort Fang, who was able to turn her life around even after being sent to the Cold Palace.
This deposed empress committed so many evil deeds that the emperor still managed to find out. If it weren't for the emperor keeping her alive to avenge the other empresses...
They would have been killed long ago by a cup of poisoned wine or a three-foot-long white silk ribbon.
Fucha Peiyun's face was ashen, and she waved her hand to signal the head maid to stop what she was doing.
He walked up to Ulanara Yixiu, looking down at her.
"Ulanara, you have repeatedly harmed me."
I have been tolerant of you because you are the Empress and I was afraid that the Emperor would be put in a difficult position.
I never expected that you would not only show no remorse, but would go even further, heartlessly bringing smallpox into the palace.
It caused my children Hongchang, Hongshi, and Hongzhou to contract smallpox!
Smallpox ravaged the palace, and you have taken so many innocent lives. You are utterly wicked and deserve to die!
Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and avenge myself.
Ulanara Yixiu's face was extremely ugly, and the hatred in her eyes grew even stronger.
It was as if they wanted to devour Fucha Peiyun alive.
Ye'er, who was behind Fucha Peiyun, quickly handed the whip to Fucha Peiyun.
Fucha Peiyun took the whip, swung her arm, and the whip drew a sharp arc in the air.
Then, like a venomous snake, it lashed out fiercely at Ulanara Yixiu's body.
"Snapped!"
The whip made a crisp sound the moment it touched the skin.
Ulanara Yixiu's body trembled violently, but she still clenched her teeth and refused to utter a single groan.
Fucha Peiyun's whip brought blood to Ulanara Yixiu's eyes.
Seeing that Fucha Peiyun was doing it herself, the head maidservant wisely withdrew.
Fucha Peiyun watched as the whip in her hand fell like raindrops, lashing Ulanara Yixiu again and again.
Ulanara Yixiu's clothes were quickly torn to shreds, and her body was covered in bloodstains.
Her face grew increasingly pale, and she involuntarily screamed.
When Fucha Peiyun felt it was about time
She stopped what she was doing and threw the whip aside.
Ye'er quickly handed over a handkerchief. Fucha Peiyun wiped her hands and looked at Ulanara Yixiu with disdain.
"This is just a little lesson I'm giving you. If I weren't keeping you around to vent the anger of my other sisters..."
Today, it's not just that.
Ulanara Yixiu lay on the ground, her breath weak, yet she still struggled to stay awake.
She forced out a sentence through gritted teeth:
"Fucha, do you think you can rest easy now?"
Let me tell you, my present state is your future state, and you might even have a worse future than me!
Upon hearing this, Fucha Peiyun's lips curled into a cold smile. She looked contemptuously at Ulanara Yixiu on the ground and said coldly:
"What will become of me in the future is none of your business, a prisoner."
You have committed many evil deeds, and now you have fallen to this state entirely of your own making!
Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.
Immediately afterwards, Consort Qi, supported by Cui Guo, slowly walked in.
Cuiguo was also holding a tray in her hand, on which there seemed to be something.
As soon as Consort Qi entered, her gaze fell upon Ulanara Yixiu's miserable appearance.
Seeing Yixiu's disheveled appearance, Consort Qi felt an indescribable sense of pleasure welling up inside her.
A slight upturn of her lips revealed a smug smile.
"Her Highness Consort Shu wields the whip so well!"
Consort Qi praised without any attempt to hide her feelings, "It was so satisfying to watch!"
Fucha Peiyun smiled slightly.
"If Consort Qi also wishes to take action, then so be it."
Upon hearing this, Consort Qi's eyes lit up immediately.
She walked over to Cuiguo and lifted the tray that Cuiguo was holding.
On the tray, rows of silver needles were neatly arranged.
The silver needles gleamed coldly in the candlelight, sending chills down one's spine.
Consort Qi carefully picked up a silver needle and smiled triumphantly at Fucha Peiyun:
"This is a wonderful idea that I came up with after specifically asking Granny Jingqi!"
Fucha Peiyun looked at the silver needle, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
She thought to herself that there were indeed very few truly foolish women in the palace.
Fucha Peiyun said, "This is good, these silver needles can prick people."
It hurts, but it won't kill you instantly; it just lets you suffer in agony.
Consort Qi nodded repeatedly, indicating her complete agreement: "That's what I think too!"
After receiving Fucha Peiyun's affirmation, Consort Qi appeared exceptionally pleased.
She eagerly picked up the long silver needle.
He walked straight toward Ulanara Yixiu on the ground.
Ulanara Yixiu stared in horror at the gleaming silver needle.
Unconsciously, they retreated, while continuing to shout:
"Consort Qi, you vile woman, don't come any closer!"
However, Consort Qi ignored her pleas for mercy and pressed closer step by step.
A smile appeared on his face.
"Do you still think you're the high and mighty empress?"
You have used me time and time again, and even almost killed my Hongshi!
I think about seeing your retribution every single day!
Consort Qi gritted her teeth and cursed, "I wish I could tear you to pieces and cut you into a thousand pieces!"
Having said that, she suddenly reached out and tightly grasped Ulanara Yixiu's wrist.
Then, without hesitation, he plunged the silver needle deep into the hole.
The pain caused by this tiny silver needle is no less than that of being whipped.
Ulanara Yixiu let out a shrill scream, her body trembling violently as if she had been electrocuted.
Ulanara Yixiu's screams echoed throughout the entire Cold Palace.
However, the screams did not elicit any sympathy from anyone.
On the contrary, upon hearing this voice, Consort Qi's resentment only intensified.
She remembered the suffering her son had endured when he had smallpox.
She watched helplessly as her son suffered so much, yet remained utterly resigned to her fate.
Consort Qi always remembered
Over the years, she has lived in fear and anxiety under the oppression of Ulanara Yixiu.
Now, seeing that Ulanara Yixiu has also tasted the bitterness of suffering,
Consort Qi felt no pity whatsoever; on the contrary, she found it very gratifying.
She felt that the suffering that Ulanara Yixiu had endured...
Compared to the pain she once caused others, it was insignificant.
What angered Consort Qi even more was that she had always suspected that Ulanara Yixiu's previous children were also harmed by her.
Consort Qi grew angrier the more she thought about it, and her grip tightened. Her hatred for Ulanara Yixiu, rather than increasing, actually diminished.
Consort Qi mercilessly pierced Ulanara Yixiu's fingers with one silver needle after another.
Each needle prick brought a sharp, piercing pain, and Ulanara Yixiu writhed on the ground in agony.
He kept cursing Consort Qi and Fucha Peiyun, who was watching the scene with indifference.
But her voice had become hoarse, and it sounded chilling.