She couldn't run, and he didn't intend to run, let alone kneel down and beg for mercy.

She is Ye Fan's wife, the empress of Jiangdong, and the woman of Zhu Guo's god general.

She can't embarrass him.

Even if Ye Fan really falls, as his woman, she will also guard for him, the integrity and integrity that belonged to Zhu Guo's god general!

Sure enough, Qiu Mucheng took out the dagger that had been hidden on her body. Then, under everyone's shocked and violent gazes, this woman aimed at her chest with determination and stabbed without hesitation.

Live as a hero, die as a ghost!

This is a portrayal of Ye Fan. As his wife, Qiu Mucheng will never allow herself to be a stain on that man's life.

Therefore, she would rather commit suicide than let her body be defiled by men other than Ye Fan.

"Mr. Qiu, don't do it~" Li Er was yelling.

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"Master, no~" Qinglong cried and burst into tears!

....

"Damn it!"

"Quick, stop her~"

"Don't let her die."

Lu Hua was equally startled, and seemed to be crazy enough to order people to stop Qiu Mucheng.

However, it is difficult to put out a near fire with far water.

With their distance, if Qiu Mucheng wanted to die, they would never be able to stop her.

At this time, it is dusk.

The fiery red sun wheel floats in the sky.

The afterglow of the setting sun poured down on the body of the intoxicating woman, but cast sadness all over the ground.

At the moment before she died, Qiu Mucheng thought a lot.

I remembered the desolation of Ye Fan when he entered Qiu's house, the humiliation Ye Fan suffered for her in Qiu's house all these years, the peerless figure under Mount Tai, the mighty and powerful figure, and the powerful feast. Ye Fan ascended to the sky in one step and was worshiped by all the officials with heroism and arrogance.

Looking back on her life, she has been frustrated and honored. Cried, laughed.

She has seen the deepest darkness in the night, and felt the brightest light on the top of the mountain.

Following that man, she has gone through ups and downs, and she has also suffered from wind and rain.

Although she is only twenty-three years old this year, she has experienced both the glory and the suffering in the world.

She is content.

Even if I die today, I have no complaints.

It's just that she has regrets. JrNovels.com