My Evil Husband

My Evil Husband
I Want to Kill Him!


In the old Palace, a Eunuch held a three-foot sutra before him. The long white silk folded neatly in Eunuch's hands, while Eunuch Chu read out the Imperial Decree.


When it was over, there was only a cold expression in his eyes. Kasim said if the Emperor sent it himself personally, assess his crimes.


At that moment, his heart was already numb from the pain. There was no resistance left in him. Therefore, he was not afraid of death.


What's left? Just despair, pain, and sadness.


He was innocent, why would the Emperor have to make him end his own life? Even his nine family connections were not spared.


Just regretting, why was the Emperor so cruel to her? In fact, he was the one who helped him build the country.


Suddenly, a strong hatred appeared within Esme. He hated the Emperor's cruelty, lacked the man's feelings and really wanted to kill the Emperor. Poked the arrow right into the man's heart.


Slowly, his body moved by itself, and the arrowhead moved with him.


Seeing this, Layla panics, “Esme, have you gone crazy?”


Clara walked boldly, wanting to snatch Esme's arrow.


“That's it!” Esme snorted coldly. His gaze was like ice, there was no longer any warmth left in it. It scared Clara so much, that her steps came to a halt halfway through, not daring to step forward.


The arrowhead precisely aimed at Jason who was walking towards them with Seth by his side.


At this moment, Esme's mind was just, ‘Why? Why did the emperor treat him like that? he lived an honest life and never betrayed. Why did the Emperor tell him to kill himself? Why did that man slash all his family?


Layla is worried about hurting Jason and tries to stop Esme. But the next moment he stopped.


Jason is experienced in martial arts and agile. While Esme's archery skills were unbelievably bad. Esme probably wouldn't hurt him. Maybe he could let Esme dig her own grave, let Jason hate her again.


Layla really hopes Esme can hurt Jason. No need to be seriously injured, just a few scratches was enough to stir up Jason's hatred for Esme.


Is this woman crazy?


Why would he aim an arrow at Jason?


Realizing Esme was aiming an arrowhead at him, Jason's mouth curved and smiled. He wanted to know what was going through his wife's mind.


Seth laughed looking at the two of them and said, “Your wife wants to shoot you.”


Jason kept smiling.


“In your opinion, will he shoot?” Seth asked.


Jason's footsteps stopped, because as he approached, he saw the despair, hatred, and pain that pierced his eyes.


The distance between them was about twenty meters.


Jason looked at her in bewilderment, as if there was no feeling in Esme's eyes other than hatred and her desire to snatch her life away with a single shot of an arrow.


Is it because he never cared about her? Forced her to abort the baby because of a high risk of deformation. As his wayward attitude continued to create trouble and commotion, he avoided communication with him.


Was it because of him that he hated her so much that he stared at her with this kind of gaze?


Jason's sharp eyes became unclear. It's dark, and serious. Breathable from whether Esme would shoot or not, with that arrowhead and the woman's gaze, was enough to make her feel like a sinner of a thousand years.


A terrifying cold smile appeared on Esme's face after hearing Layla reprimanding her. “I don't just want to hurt him, I want to kill him.”


Seth, Layla and Clara are stunned, unable to believe what they heard.


As all the memories of his past appeared, the one standing before him was no longer Jason Hall, but the ruthless Emperor of his former life.


Esme pulled the bowstring, slid the arrow, and the arrow soared into the air.


Layla watches clearly all of that, shooting out like a leopard pouncing on prey towards Jason. He reflexively shouted loudly, “Director Hall!”


Jason and Seth frowned slightly as they watched the arrow whistle towards them. Not moving an inch.


Facing this arrow, there was no panic and no fear of the two people. Only calm and unaffected, as if these arrows were not shown to them, but to the enemy.


Seeing the arrow darting closer to Jason, Layla and Clara felt their hearts jump down the throat.


As the arrows flew closer to Jason, they were unable to accurately determine the direction Esme was heading. It looked like it was going to attack Jason, but at the same time, it also seemed to be about to stab Seth.


Layla's hands clenched firmly, feeling more jealous than ‘victim’.


Jason and Seth felt a blast of strong wind pass through them, tearing off a few strands of their hair.


That arrow didn't stab one of them!


It flew through the gap between their ears, sliding into the swarm of kites scavenging behind them.


That wasn't about? Layla quickly turned around and looked at Esme in surprise.


Just as he was about to release the arrow earlier, Esme woke up from her mind. He looked down to calm his emotions. And when he raised his head again, he turned back into an arrogant Esme.


As if nothing happened, Esme fiddled with the bow in her hand, “I want to shoot a sheep, why run?”


Clara and Layla's line of sight fell on the space behind Jason. Behind the man, a sheep was grazing and separated from the herd. Despite being behind Jason, it was too far off the mark!


Even if it was someone who did not know about archery, they would not release such an arrow.


“Esme, what kind of vision is that?” Layla cursed at him, spewing out anger.


Seth looked back, his gaze falling on the abandoned sheep. Asks Jason, “Say, ‘domba’ which one is he headed for?”


“I.”


Jason raised his long legs and walked over. At that moment, Layla's eyes shone because of her obsession. Unfortunately, Jason did not glance at him in the slightest. His focus was only on Esme, and passed through her as if she was a lump of steam in the air.


“I left not long ago. Your archery skills really improved a lot.” Jason's tone was teasing.


He knew Esme really wanted to shoot him. Merely, at the point of locking, he slightly changed the direction of the arrow. Even if it was him, Jason might not dare to let the arrows fly so confidently with the last minute change.


Just a slight mistake, he or Seth would have arrows piercing through their foreheads. It was obvious Esme was aiming at him, shooting arrows at him. But for whatever reason, Esme gave up at the end. Shift it slightly to make the arrow fly between them.


Standing before this woman, Jason wondered, ‘Is he still his wife, Esme Andreas?’


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