Zhang Xiue went up and kicked him again, saying, "None of your business!"

The kick seemed to have been a bit too heavy, causing Zhao Changming to cough violently.

"Stop fighting. Living like this is more painful than death. We don't want to be branded as murderers," Song Xiaoyu advised.

Zhao Changming laughed, a sinister laugh. "I've heard there's a general from the capital in Xinzhou who wields considerable power. Could you perhaps be one of his men... cough cough cough cough..."

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?" Song He'er retorted.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Changming burst into violent, maniacal laughter. "Hahahaha, you think you can... kill me here without anyone noticing? Cough cough cough cough! Let me tell you... dream on!"

Song He'er remained silent, and everyone was watching this man who was on the verge of madness.

"To protect myself, I left a letter for outsiders long ago... If I ever die a miserable death in Xinzhou, I must take that letter to the capital and hand it over to the Emperor. Cough cough cough cough, it lists all those who have been secretly profiting in Xinzhou in recent years, including that powerful general. Tell me... what will become of you?"

Song Xiaoyu clenched her fists, stepped forward, and grabbed his collar. "Why did you do this!"

"Hahaha... If I can't have the sweetness, no one else can either! If I can't live, then... let's die together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Changming, with strength he didn't know he possessed, broke free from Song Xiaoyu and slammed his head against the ground...

With a bang, blood splattered everywhere.