She turned around, struggling, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief, "Xuanhe why, why?"
Prince of Wutong looked at her without expression, whispering, "The former Ali had long passed away. In fact, the Ali in my heart had been long gone. You are the Empress, yet you colluded with the Prince of Zhao to forge a will with intentions to usurp the throne. Now, I shall send you to your end."
The Empress clutched her stomach, fresh blood flowing from her nose and mouth, "You, how dare you?"
"It is I who was wrong, gravely wrong. I have paid the price for it." The Prince of Wutong said softly, "My wife is dead, my daughter is also no more, and even my grandchild is gone. I've let them down, thus, I must join them."
He raised the long sword, still dripping with blood, and swung it towards his own neck.
"Prince!"
"My lord, no--"
Calls of his subordinates and guards echoed around him.
They rushed forward to stop him.
But it was too late.
