On the midnight of March 18th, the Great Self-Cyclone Bell in Kunning Palace had just been called eleven times.

Kunning Palace is located behind Jiaotai Hall, and is located at the sixth palace, and is the queen's bedroom.

There was a strong wind outside the hall.

Emperor Chongzhen sat cross-legged in front of a small number in the hall, holding a wine glass in his hand, and throwing a bloody sword on the ground next to him.

On the other side, Queen Zhou and the two princesses sat opposite each other speechlessly.

The thirty-three-year-old Empress Zhou.

Fifteen-year-old Princess Changping.

Six-year-old Princess Zhaoren.

"The Prince Yuan and the others have all died for their throne." Chongzhen said with a pale face, "The prince, King Yong and King Ding have been sent out of the palace to join Zhu Chunchen, Duke Chengguo, you don't have to worry anymore."

"I'm not worried, God will naturally make arrangements." Queen Zhou said with her eyes down.

Just now, she held the Queen's Talismanship and walked around the entire harem, advising the palace ladies and eunuchs who were still afraid and hesitating and refused to leave, so that they could escape quickly.

In her opinion, as a queen, this is her last duty in her life.

Since she married Chongzhen, who was still a trusted king at the time at the age of fifteen, she has truly achieved virtuous and virtuous people in the world during her eighteen years of marriage.

Chongzhen sighed.

"Queen, I remember that you once reminded me in a tactful way."

"What's the matter?"

"Say we are in the south and there is another home."

"Why are you talking about this now?" Queen Zhou lowered her head and whispered, "It's all over."

"I regret it now, I didn't listen to you."

Queen Zhou looked up at her husband and smiled bitterly.

"I have served my husband for eighteen years. When have you ever heard someone else's words?"

Chongzhen was speechless for a moment, and looked at the queen for a while and smiled helplessly.

"You are right, but sometimes, I have difficulties that cannot be explained. Just talk about moving south. In fact, Zuo Zhongyun and Li Mingrui and others have submitted several memorials in the first month of the year," Chongzhen narrowed his eyes and recalled, "Firstly he advised me to move south, and later he advised me to move the crown prince to Nanjing."

"That's great. This person is very knowledgeable. Why is Zuo Zhongyun?"

"He has some knowledge, but it's not just him. He has left behind the Zuodu Censor Li Banghua and others to give him advice. I know very well."

"Why didn't Your Majesty listen to them?" Queen Zhou asked in confusion.

"The cabinet does not agree," Chongzhen said, shaking his head, "the chief assistant Chen Yan took the lead in opposing it. The clerk, Kotoshi Hyung, simply shouted in the hall that it would not be enough to calm the people's hearts if he did not kill Li Mingrui. Look, both sides are full of people, which side should I listen to?"

This time it was Queen Zhou's turn to be speechless for a moment.

"After the trouble, the whole court was raging. Even Li Banghua, the censor, could not suppress the censors under his command, so he had to take back what he wrote." Chongzhen smiled bitterly, "You said I didn't listen to others, but Li Mingrui said 'The destiny is small, and you should break the holy heart' and advised me to make my own decisions, haha."

The queen couldn't help but smile. She thought to herself that it seemed that the emperor hadn't smiled on her face for a long time, and she didn't expect that at the last moment, she could still see him smiling like this.

Unfortunately, even such a bitter smile did not last long on Chongzhen's face.

"But no matter what, I am the emperor after all, so the country is overthrown and God is furious. These are my guilt. Although I have tried my best, it is because of my lack of talent and virtue, so that the country is so corrupt."

"Your Majesty, why blame yourself so much?"

"It's true. If I have the next life, I will never accept the throne of Lao Shizi. I would rather be a prince like before, listen to you and live happily with you."

"That's good." The queen couldn't help but smile.

A thunder rolling sounded in the sky, mixed with the sound of the wind, and it was hard to tell whether it was thunder or cannon.

"The thief is about... not far from the Forbidden City." Chongzhen said with difficulty.

"I understand." Queen Zhou turned her head and looked at Princess Changping beside her lovingly, "I just can't bear to leave them. I've seen too much on weekdays, so why do I feel like I can't see enough today?"

Princess Changping was dressed in a grand dress, which was the most gorgeous dress that she would wear during the ceremony.

She knew this was the last moment, so she wanted to be the most beautiful when she left this world.

"My mother, do my clothes look good?"

The princess's beautiful smile face was covered with tears, as brilliant and beautiful as the summer flowers after the rain.

"It looks good, but unfortunately I can't see you getting out of the woods anymore," Empress Zhou held her hand and said with a forced smile: "Oh, poor, I haven't even seen the prince consort."

"Mother, I sometimes wonder," Princess Changping's beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. "I wonder what kind of person he is."

This is something you would never say on weekdays, and it doesn't seem to matter if you say it now.

The queen had never seen the prince-consort before, so she looked at Chongzhen with a pleading in her eyes.

"He is a handsome, quiet, honest and honest child," Chongzhen nodded and said slowly, "He will be a good prince consort."

"Is that right?" the princess sat down and bowed deeply, "Thank you, Father."

Queen Zhou helped her tidy up her clothes, patted Princess Zhaoren's little hand, and stood up.

"I'm leaving."

Chongzhen was speechless and watched the queen walk into the inner room with the help of her close little palace maid Zhuzi.

Princess Changping took a deep breath, tidied up her clothes and sat upright.

"Father," she whispered, "please do it."

Chongzhen's chest was undulating, and he suddenly drank the wine in his hand, stood up with a sword, and kicked the little boy in front of him.

Princess Zhaoren, who was standing beside her, was still young. When she saw her father like this, she didn't know what she was going to do. She was scared and pulled Princess Changping's sleeve and started crying.

Chongzhen burst into tears, covering his face with his left sleeve and holding a sword in his right hand, but he felt weak all over and could not do anything.

His face twitched, and he used his strength again, and finally trembled and lifted the blood-stained sword into the air.

At this moment, suddenly, Wang Chengen, who was guarding outside the hall gate, screamed in surprise: "Someone is in chaos..."

The emperor was shocked. The thief came so quickly? Before his mind could turn, the palace gate was kicked open with a bang, and several figures rushed in like arrows with the wind.

The raging wind outside swept into the air, and the veil on the entire Kunning Hall bulged high like dozens of sails at the same time.

The ends of Princess Changping's hair flew together with the streamers on her clothes.

She raised her head and looked at the sword raised high in her father's hand. On her pale little face, there was a last trace of unwillingness and stubbornness.

Chongzhen gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and slashed with a sword.
Chapter completed!