Ten years of film queen, finally became a top star

Chapter 385 Bloody

Ran Feng’s last day of filming was on his wedding day, and he was forced to abdicate by his lover.

Before the wedding, Melgon ordered the death of his original wife and all his concubines, just to welcome his true love.

At the wedding ceremony, Shen Guiwu wore her wedding dress and completed the ceremony with dignity and grace.

Having achieved his wish, Melgon smiled even when meeting the court officials during the ceremony. The royal family and court officials of Moqiang had never seen him like this before.

Before the bridal chamber, the eldest princess changed into the attire of the Queen of Mo Qiang, a dark red Mo Qiang costume with a headband inlaid with jewels. She waited for the Qiang King with a stern face.

When Melgon pushed the door open, he saw the queen with a shy look on her face and looked at her clothes with surprise.

On the wedding night, Melgon was genuinely happy, but all of Shen Guiwu's reactions were acted out.

It was a smooth scene. Ran Feng didn't have any complicated emotions, and there weren't any problems with Yu Jiang either. We just shot it in one morning and it was finished.

After lunch, it was Ran Feng’s most important scene. Yu Jiang rehearsed it with him for a long time last night, and now they rehearsed it several times.

In the whole drama, Melgon's death is in the middle and late part. If this scene is performed well, this character will make the audience reminisce in the later period.

In the Moqiang court, the queen walked into the hall in a dark red queen's dress, followed by Dayu's envoy Yan Shilang and the attendant Wei Zhongling.

Most of the court officials knew what was going to happen, and they all wanted to divide up the real power of Mo Qiang after the child came to power, so they were supporters of the queen.

Isolated and helpless, Melgon was unwilling to believe that his wife would betray him. He was wrong from the beginning.

He mistakenly thought that Shen Guiwu was not having a good life in Dayu, and he overestimated himself. He also thought that her heart had been warmed by him over the years.

He didn't care that the people following Wei Zhongling were Mo Qiang soldiers. He cared more about why his wife did this.

"Your Highness, are you trying to seize power? The throne and power, as long as you want it, I don't care. There's no need to make such a big fuss."

Shen Guiwu still maintained her last personality in front of him, and said tenderly with tears in her eyes: "I just don't want Mo Qiang to continue like this. I don't want our children to have to take over a ruined country."

Ever since Wei Zhongling followed behind her, Moergen already knew that the prince in his eyes was different from her.

Mo Ergen took two steps forward, came close to her and whispered, "I know you want Mo Qiang, but I don't really care."

Shen Guiwu didn't want to pretend anymore. The tears were still on her face, but her expression became firm. "What I want is not Mo Qiang, but the territory of Mo Qiang, to be incorporated into Dayu's territory."

Mo Ergen sneered, glanced at Wei Zhongling who had been staring at him, pulled Shen Guiwu into his arms, and covered her slender neck with one big hand.

Wei Zhongling drew his sword, but did not dare to act rashly. He just looked at Shen Guiwu nervously, waiting for her signal.

His hands seemed to be strangling her neck, but only Shen Guiwu knew that he was not actually using much force.

"Your Highness, now that you've come this far, is there anyone who can help me kill General Wei?"

Shen Guiwu was awed in her heart, "No, Mo Qiang's soldiers all hate you. In the battle of Yumo, Mo Qiang made too many unnecessary sacrifices. You have lost the support of the army."

Moergen sneered and said, "If I do it myself, what are my chances of winning?"

"Your Highness is unarmed and has only a 10% chance of winning." Shen Guiwu's heart was so nervous that it was about to jump out. She couldn't bear the death of Wei Zhongling in Moqiang.

"Who said I'm unarmed?" Mo Ergen held Shen Guiwu and retreated to the side of the table, pulling out a scimitar from the edge of the table. "How likely is this time?"

"Your Highness, if you fight to the death in this desperate situation, your chances of winning are over 70%." Shen Guiwu said as she quietly reached for the dagger on her waist.

Melgon noticed her movements, and moved his red lips closer to her ear, his hot breath coming out as he spoke, like the passion of their wedding night.

"Zhao Wen, don't be afraid. I won't touch your beloved things. I just don't want to die under Yu Ren's sword, nor do I want to be hacked to death by Mo Qiang's soldiers. Do you want to help me?"

He stared at Wei Zhongling, and his hand, which was originally on her neck, slowly moved down to her waist.

Seeing Wei Zhongling's angry eyes, Moergen smiled even more and pulled out a dagger from his wife's waist. That was the gift he gave her before leaving Dayu, and it was also the only relic of his mother.

He took his wife's hand and placed the hilt of the knife in hers, unsheathing it, their two faces silhouetted against the blade.

The gem on the hilt of the knife stung Shen Guiwu's palm, and the crazy smile of Melgen on the blade made her feel sad.

Avoiding risks is the instinctive reaction of people born in the harem. She dared to make such arrangements because she knew that Moergen would not do anything to her.

She didn't know whether she had any true feelings for Molgen, but now he was about to die, and Shen Guiwu didn't dare to say that there was no ripple in her heart.

A pair of big hands tightly wrapped around her hands that were forced to hold the dagger, and turned her around to face Melgon.

His bright eyes stared at her without blinking, as if he wanted to remember the person in front of him forever.

As he moved, the blade cut through the skin on his neck, deeply slicing the artery, and warm blood spurted out.

Shen Guiwu's vision was dyed red, and the blood on her face flowed down her cheeks and fell on the dark red lapel as if it disappeared.

The strength of those hands gradually disappeared. Shen Guiwu covered his hands with her other hand, and then she took the force and cut his throat in one go.

Blood foam spurted out of his mouth and nose, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, and no one wanted to hear his last words.

The body of the Qiang King was still twitching nervously, and his queen, her face covered in blood, sat on the throne.

"General Wei, we can begin now."

Following a gesture from Wei Zhongling, the Mo Qiang soldiers under his command drew out their scimitars and cut off the heads of each Mo Qiang civil official with neat movements.

These ministers were so shocked by the death of the Qiang King that they had not yet reacted. They died in the hall before they had a chance to react.

The bright red blood flowed like a stream in the hall. The court officials were still dreaming of controlling the Mo Qiang, and the excitement of the Mo Qiang soldiers' success did not last long.

The direct generals of Zhong Ling who were guarding outside the palace led their troops into the palace, but before the Moqiang soldiers could react, they were also killed.

Shen Guiwu sat quietly on the throne, looking at the corpses all over the ground, the smell of blood filling her nostrils.

She didn't know whether she should be happy that she had accomplished her ambition, she just knew that now was not the time to relax.

The queen's handwritten order was passed down to her subjects, and soldiers from Dayu entered the country one after another. They no longer had to be blocked by the desert for support, and they all rested in the capital of Moqiang.

The blood on the hall spread to the entire Moqiang, and what followed was an armed takeover of the fortress and a massacre of everyone in the city.