Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!

Chapter 243: Liu Miaoying (Past Life)

"The young woman from the Liu Family is not only beautiful but also talented; she can be considered the foremost among the noble ladies of the Capital."

"Not just among ladies; even we ordinary men cannot compare to her..."

"Even so, what does it matter? In the end, won’t she still have to marry someone?"

"Isn’t she somewhat involved with the Princely Heir from the Prince Jing Mansion..."

"What nonsense are you spouting? Song Qianfan got married half a year ago, why drag Miss Liu into this!"

"Everyone in the Capital City knows that these two were deeply in love; back then, the Princely Heir gifted many things to Miss Liu... And who are you to eavesdrop on us?"

In the loft, Liu Xuan looked at Liu Miaoying, "It’s just idle gossip, don’t pay it any mind."

Song Qianfan openly showed affection for Liu Miaoying, never bothered by the setting. He always minded his own business, and over time, these words spread in the Capital. However, now that Song Qianfan is married, such talk is even more inappropriate.

Liu Miaoying smiled, "I haven’t taken it to heart."

Liu Xuan offered a few more comforting words. Now that Song Qianfan was married, as time passed, those rumors in the Capital would eventually dissipate.

Having known each other for years, he understood that what Liu Miaoying sought was never a prestigious marriage or a good husband.

What she sought was difficult and fraught with challenges at every step.

Liu Miaoying rose to leave, glanced down from the loft, and saw the men who had been gossiping earlier were pushing a young boy, seemingly arguing about the earlier incident.

Now that Song Qianfan was in power, what she sought would only become more difficult.

"Just wait a bit longer; the right opportunity will come."

"I’ve always been waiting."

After all, besides waiting, there was nothing she could do.

...

In less than two years, the Emperor passed away, a new Emperor took the throne, the former Heir Consort was imprisoned, and most of the old ministers were granted death for questioning the will or opposing the new Emperor. The Southern Country broke through the Chu Kingdom and was now turning to attack Jin. The world was in chaos, unstable and precarious.

Liu Ze, a close confidant of the late Emperor, entered the palace and never left again.

To save her father, Liu Miaoying entered the palace alone to seek an audience with the late Emperor.

"My father is righteous and has never been selfish. I humbly plead, Your Majesty, to release my father!"

Song Qianfan stood up and walked up to Liu Miaoying, kneeling on the ground, lifting her chin with his fingers, pressing so hard that her chin turned white, "Righteous?"

"By my side, I’m never short of righteous ministers. You must know that whether your father lives or dies depends solely on my whim."

Hearing this, Liu Miaoying clenched her teeth, her eyes reddened, yet refused to yield.

He sneered, "Liu Miaoying, back then, I wanted you; now, I still want you. With just one word from you, I will naturally release your father back to his residence."

As he spoke, his gaze held no affection but more desire to mock the person in front of him. The once noblewoman, who had rejected him from afar, now knelt in front of him, as humble as an ant, her life and death resting on his thoughts.

This sense of control over life and death, grasping the power of the world, was indeed wonderful.

"Make sure you think it over carefully, lest the Liu Family ends up like the Liu Family."

The threat was blatant, like a beast revealing its fangs.

Liu Miaoying tightly clutched her sleeves, her fingertips pale, "You are a king of a country; what you wish for is what I desire."

The words were almost squeezed out through gritted teeth; she had no other choice.

On the day of the Liu Family’s downfall, isolated and helpless, except for Liu Xuan, the entire family was exterminated. Only now she realized it was all orchestrated by Song Qianfan.

She dared not resist, fearing the Liu Family would become the next Liu Family.

The world was as such, when would it open its eyes?

Song Qianfan sneered, throwing off the woman before him, "That’s sensible."

...

Imprisoned in the inner palace, nameless and undesignated, whenever people mentioned Miss Liu again, there was only a sigh. Everyone said that if she had been more sensible back then, she wouldn’t have ended up like this, without a title. On the first day, someone sent her the Sterility Soup, and without blinking, she drank it down.

Song Qianfan occasionally visited Liu Miaoying, each time only to humiliate her, as if trying to reclaim the face he lost before.

She just sat there every day, unable to smile, with nothing to pass the time.

At first, the palace attendants thought a new noblewoman had arrived, serving with caution. Over time, realizing the Emperor did not cherish this young woman, they began to neglect her, even ceased to send coal in winter.

In this inner palace, there were countless women who could please the Emperor. Besides Liu Miaoying, there was only the former Heir Consort, with a similar temperament, unwilling to please anyone.

When Su Juan saw Liu Miaoying, she was already ill, seriously ill, the Imperial Physician not even visiting, and she herself paying no mind.

Sometimes, she would find her sitting in the courtyard, gazing at the palace walls and fallen leaves, as if consumed by untold sorrow.

"If you were willing to bow your head a little, your days might be easier," Su Juan couldn’t help but say.

Liu Miaoying did not look at her, "But you also haven’t bowed your head."

She had heard much about Su Juan. It was said that ever since this Heir Consort married into the Prince Mansion, she had been at odds with Song Qianfan, never giving him a good look, which led to her current imprisonment in the Cold Palace. Today, who knows if she sneaked out from a hole or climbed over the wall.

Su Juan looked at her and sighed, "Liu Xuan is a good man, but life must go on. If this continues, your body will eventually collapse."

She had heard some rumors, all saying that Liu Miaoying and Liu Xuan were in mutual love. When the Liu Family fell into trouble, others watched coldly without daring to intervene, except for her, who extended a helping hand.

After hearing Su Juan’s words, realizing she misunderstood, Liu Miaoying didn’t explain.

"And what is the use of living, merely trapped within these palace walls..."

There was much she wanted to say but never uttered.

The squared palace walls, like an invisible cage, forever trapped her.

She once believed that through her own efforts, she would eventually see the light of day, that a woman could achieve something noteworthy. But now, in these times, with a tyrant in power, virtuous ministers wronged to death, she was nothing more than a golden canary in the hand of a superior, unable to live or die.

She murmured, "If only there were a next life..."

Tears welled up and fell from her eyes.

Su Juan looked at her, somewhat dazed, truly did not anticipate Liu Miaoying to be so deeply passionate. It was unknown who could make her give her heart so earnestly, what kind of person he was.

It’s a pity he wasn’t in the Capital anymore; he seemed to have gone to war. Otherwise, she truly wanted to take a look at him.

But, in such times, those who could still stand up were only for the common people, and such a fervent, blood-driven person must be indeed excellent.

Song Qianfan truly was not a decent person, always committing such heinous acts. Initially, she had hoped for the Southern Country to break through, let others kill him, and watch him fall from power in disgrace, to laugh at him properly.

Cannot stand it.

Tsk, tonight, I’m going to poison him, plunge the world into complete chaos.

What is a next life anyway? Sis has no other skills, just this one thing. I’ll restart it for you right away.