Transmigration: The Main Character is Not Becoming the Cannon Fodder!-Chapter 143 - 15: The Imperial Concubine Has a System (Part 15)

Chapter 143: Chapter 15: The Imperial Concubine Has a System (Part 15)

Some commotion indeed stirred up on the side of the Imperial Concubine, yet no one came to inquire, even though someone was always on night duty here.

At this moment, the door was opened once more.

Covering her wound, the Imperial Concubine looked towards the doorway with despair and a glimmer of hope—she didn’t want to die.

At the entrance appeared two people. Seeing them, the Imperial Concubine’s face changed colors like a palette, constantly shifting.

Even the Second Prince was bewildered, what in the world was happening?

Wasn’t the late Empress burned to death? The one who did it was the Imperial Concubine’s secret agent, painstakingly cultivated. After setting Fengling Palace on fire, they pretended to rescue the Empress, and dived into the sea of flames, burnt alive. Thus, no matter how one investigated, the cause of the fire at Fengling Palace couldn’t be uncovered.

But why wasn’t the Empress dead?

The Second Prince felt something was beyond his expectations.

Though injured, the Imperial Concubine wasn’t fatally wounded because of the intervention of a puppet, it was just pain nonetheless.

Upon seeing the Empress and Emperor enter, her expression varied, yet she remained silent.

Following a signal from the Emperor, the puppet helped bandage the Imperial Concubine’s wound.

The Imperial Concubine’s face was pale, yet her spirits slightly lifted.

She glanced at the Emperor and Empress, bowing her head low.

She wasn’t a fool; by now, what didn’t she understand?

Perhaps the Emperor had long known she had a system and, for some reason, had placed a puppet. Was the Second Prince truly the Emperor’s biological son?

Cold sweat broke out on the Imperial Concubine’s forehead.

If he wasn’t the Emperor’s son, then did it mean she had a child with another man? At this moment, true despair overtook the Imperial Concubine.

She hadn’t been killed by her own hand, but after today’s events, she feared she wouldn’t survive for long.

Which Emperor could tolerate his woman cheating on him, even if the man was arranged by the Emperor himself?

With more and more thoughts, the Imperial Concubine suddenly struggled to sit up and knelt before the Emperor.

Tears streaming down her face, the Imperial Concubine pleaded, "Your Majesty, please save me. I’ve always been controlled by that so-called system, always not in control of myself. Please forgive me, I truly love you."

"Wen Xin, ask yourself earnestly if everything is truly the system’s fault? If you didn’t have those intentions, would you be controlled by the system step by step?"

"Princess Consort Shu, the Crown Prince, the Empress, whom have you not harmed? For your selfish desires, you set fire to Fengling Palace. Was all of this really orchestrated by some unknown system?"

"I overheard everything you discussed with the puppet I placed; you need not make any more excuses. I am very clear about the whole matter."

The Imperial Concubine’s gaze was pitiful, yet she knew that if she couldn’t plead for leniency from the Emperor, the more arrogant she had been over this period, the more severe the consequences would be. And as for her father and others, their fate would not be good either.

After thinking, the Imperial Concubine suddenly took a deep breath, lifted her head, and looked at the Emperor, "Your Majesty, I know I’ve committed a grave mistake, yet I wish to ask you a few questions. Could Your Majesty truthfully answer me?"

The Emperor did not refuse, merely watched her.

The Imperial Concubine bitterly smiled.

"Your Majesty, I indeed have a corrupted heart, but I am truly in love with you. Even if I was wrong, why didn’t you want to save me from the start, causing me to sink deeper and deeper?"

"I wish to ask, is the Second Prince the biological son of Your Majesty?"

The Second Prince was in a daze—what was the Imperial Concubine talking about? He knew every word, yet when put together, he couldn’t understand.

"He is not my son."

The Imperial Concubine bitterly smiled, "In your heart, there’s no place for me. Otherwise, why would you rather create a fake Emperor, even to the extent of letting the system make me pregnant, giving birth to a Second Prince who is not of Royal blood? Your heart is so cruel."

Yun Zimo did not respond; beautiful as her words were, in the end, in the narrative, the Emperor treated her as a beloved, yet didn’t she herself personally kill the Emperor in the end?

It’s just an attempt to shift the blame onto others to seek a chance of survival.

Li Shuning laughed, "Imperial Concubine, even if the Emperor has a heart for you, do you mean to say that framing his concubine and Empress, harming his children is justified?"

The Imperial Concubine glared at the Empress, "What do you understand, Empress? You have the Emperor’s love and children, and what about me? I have nothing; I just want to pursue happiness for myself. What wrong have I committed?"

The Imperial Concubine was very agitated, no longer referring to herself as "I."

Li Shuning looked at the Imperial Concubine; some people always like to place all the blame on others.

"Imperial Concubine, you claim Heaven gave you a second chance, bestowed you with a system. You swore never to enter the palace again. But when you had the chance, even after entering, why didn’t you ask the Emperor for favor and leave the Imperial Palace since there were no feelings between you two?"

The Imperial Concubine wanted to say something but was stopped by the Empress.

"You only know that I am favored, yet I have offered my true heart and efforts. Heaven granted you a chance, and also me. Did you know after Heaven gave you the chance, you used it to plot against various people? The Crown Prince and I were both harmed by you. The Emperor treasured you like a jewel, yet in the end, you killed him."

"Heaven has also given me a chance; therefore I returned. For your sake, you could harm others without scruples. Happiness is never obtained through such means. Ultimately, it boils down to your own greed. Otherwise, why would you kill the Emperor just to make the Crown Prince ascend sooner so you could become the Empress Dowager? Did you consider others when dealing with them?"

The Imperial Concubine stared at the Empress—had the Empress returned too?

Yun Zimo laughed softly, "Wen Xin, the Empress speaks rightly. After you returned, I loved you so much, leaving the rear palace under your command. I established you as Empress, your child as the Crown Prince. However, eventually, you personally ended my life. Now that I have returned, do you think I would still love you?"

The Imperial Concubine gasped—was it truly like this? Had she really once shone brightly?

So they returned and turned their scheme against her? Is that why she ended up in such a situation?

Everything was the system’s fault; she acted completely according to its thinking, ultimately being harmed by it as well.

In realization, the Imperial Concubine merely felt that everything she did was a joke after all.

The Second Prince, drenched in sweat, shivering, thought for a moment and dashed towards the door. Over the past few years, he had arranged many people within the Imperial Palace; as long as he got out, there was an opportunity.

However, Yun Zimo would not give him a chance.

The puppet stood directly at the door.

With a movement of the Second Prince’s hand, countless needles as thin as hair pierced into the puppet’s body.

However, the puppet felt no pain and still blocked the door, even raising its hand to give the Second Prince a hard shove.