"What? I'll die a horrible death? Good! Good! Hahaha..." Wu Gongling threw back his head and laughed without end.
Everyone nearby could sense the meaning behind that laughter. It seemed he wanted Hui Qingping to know who would truly die a horrible death.
However, before receiving their sects' permission, these cultivators would not allow Wu Gongling to kill Hui Qingping, nor did they dare let Hui Qingping go easily, fearing she might cause trouble.
The residence had been smashed to ruins and could no longer be stayed in, so Wu Gongling directly led his people back to the Imperial Palace.
The moment they returned, the Imperial Palace was thrown into an uproar. The Empress had actually been escorted back under guard and thrown into the heavenly prison!
The news that followed caught everyone completely off guard.
The Empress had assassinated the Emperor, and the Emperor had imprisoned the Empress. How could such a matter possibly cause only a small stir?
Wu Gongling had no intention of concealing anything. He had developed killing intent—he wanted Hui Qingping dead!
It did not matter whether he had used Hui Qingping in the past. He had truly had enough of this woman now. Call him a commander of an army or call him an Emperor—strip away all those titles, even strip away the word man, and he was simply a male. A male with especially obvious male traits, the sort whose desire to mate with females was especially strong.
Of course, he was still human and still possessed human reason and sentiment. Unless she had driven him beyond endurance, he did not wish to kill his own wife.
But what had happened today had crossed the bottom line of what he could bear. Having spent half his life on battlefields, decisive action was practically