An oil lamp withered. Mu Lan's hair was uprooted, and the smell of blood scurried into his nose. "Your Majesty, my concubine will not sleep well at night after reading this." Mu Zhiying feigned softness, her eyes filled with malice. "Concubine, after I confine this demonic woman's soul here, and then deal with all the remaining evils around the demonic woman, no one will be able to plague Concubine." Li Shiyuan wrapped his arms around Mu Zhiying, and his words were extraordinarily cruel. Mu Lan's body was tied to a stake in death, his remaining consciousness just watched the scene in front of him, his eyes gradually turning from pleading to indifference. In the most corner of the Heavenly Prison, there was the body of a baby. That was the royal son that Mu Lan had given birth to in October, and now because of Mu Zhi Hua's words, he had been made into a drug guide. She has yet to hold her child with her own hands ...... She was the first daughter of Mu Wangfu, the current Empress of the Great Zhou Kingdom, but she was eventually reduced to a pawn, from the day she returned to her house, every step was a trap, and she mistakenly trusted people, eventually involving dozens of lives in Fengqing Palace, as well as her own flesh and blood. Before her consciousness disappeared, Mu Lan clenched her teeth and said word by word: "Mu Zhi Paintings, Li Shiyuan, I will make you pay for your blood debts, definitely ......"