He Zheng was caught off guard by Xie Qingyao's words.

His Adam's apple rolled, and his gaze became deeper, as if he wanted to imprint her current appearance in his mind.

Perhaps he would not be as straightforward and passionate as Xie Qingyao, but he was also like the ice and snow melting in an instant, and was captivated by her words.

He Zheng hugged her closer, leaned over, and kissed the ends of her hair.

"Me too."

"I like Yaoyao more every day."

"I prefer it," he said again.

Xie Qingyao's face flushed, "I know."

"I know you like me."

Why is the Marquis so popular?!

She reached out and slowly held He Zheng's face, "Warm your face, don't let it get cold."

…

"Let me out, let me out quickly. Do you know who I am?" Wei Yian yelled in prison.

He was thrown into prison without even knowing any crime. The longer he stayed there, the greater the psychological pressure he felt.

Why hasn't my father rescued him yet?

"What are you yelling about? You're making so much noise." The jailer raised his hand and slapped Wei Yian in the face. "Just give up. It doesn't matter if you are the son of the King of Longxi or the King of Dongping. You have committed a capital crime and no one will rescue you."

After the slap, Wei Yian's ears started buzzing.

He covered his face, stared at the jailer in disbelief, and gnashed his teeth, "You, you lowly thing, how dare you hit me?"

He had no awareness of becoming a prisoner.

"My father will definitely come to rescue me. My uncle, the Duke of Zhenguo, and my cousin, the Prince of Kang, will not leave me alone."

"Just wait and see. When I get out, I'll be the first one to not let you off!"

The jailer was stunned by his ferocity and uttered two words: "Madman."

I still don’t understand my situation clearly.

If those people really wanted to rescue him, they would have done so long ago. Why would they wait until now? He will be executed tomorrow, and their body can be collected.

The jailer didn't want to say more to him. When he saw the person coming, he immediately said respectfully, "Marquis of Anguo."

His arrogance in front of Wei Yian immediately extinguished, and he seemed to be bowing to the dust, not even daring to raise his head.

Even if you don't look directly at Marquis Anguo, you can still feel the oppression and murderous aura.

The dim light in the prison outlined He Zheng's tall and straight figure, and his presence was so strong that it was impossible to ignore him.

He Zheng put one hand behind his back and placed his right hand in front of him, casually turning the ring on his thumb.

He looked solemn and dignified, his eyebrows half-lowered, and his face calm.

"Everyone, step back." He Zheng's voice was indifferent, but it carried an indescribable deterrent force.

"Yes, yes."

The expressions of the people around changed, and they all retreated to ensure that no one would disturb Marquis Anguo from doing his work.

He Zheng glanced at Wei Yian indifferently.

Wei Yian's scalp tingled, and he slammed the cell door. "Marquis Anguo, are you here to laugh at me?"

"Haha, don't get too proud yet. My father will come to rescue me soon."

He Zheng's narrow eyes seemed to reveal a hint of mockery as he said calmly, "You will be beheaded tomorrow and the execution will be supervised by me."

“…”

"Behead, behead?"

"How could it be? Impossible!" Wei Yian's expression became distorted in an instant.

"Absolutely impossible! Why would I be beheaded? I'm the son of the King of Longxi!"

"Father...Father will not stand by and watch someone die."

Even if he did some ridiculous things and said some outrageous words, my father should be able to deal with it.

Why am I going to die?

"Bang!" The iron door was slammed by him.

Wei Yian was trembling all over, his face filled with fear and panic, as if he had suffered a great blow.

Suddenly, He Zheng's majestic and cold voice sounded.

"You are only the son of the King of Longxi. What's so great about being the son of the King of Longxi?"

"When you say that the world belongs to the Wei family, you are doomed to die."

Wei Yian was confused and didn't want to believe He Zheng's words, but he couldn't think of any reason why He Zheng would lie to him.

Is everything he said true?

His father, uncle, and King Kang all abandoned him.

He actually became a discarded pawn.

hehe.

Tears of anger and resentment suddenly burst out like a flood.

At this moment, a jailer ran over quickly and whispered, "My Lord, Prince Kang is here."

"Yeah." He Zheng walked to the cell next door and avoided it.

Before leaving, he said, "King Kang is here to steady you, afraid that you might say something harmful to him. By the time you find out and want to behead him tomorrow, it will be too late."

After a while, King Kang was brought in.

He looked at Wei Yian, who was crawling on the ground with disheveled hair and a dirty face, and immediately went over to help him up.

Prince Kang's eyes were filled with heartache. "Cousin Yi'an, you have suffered. It is my fault that I came too late."

Wei Yian's face was numb. Looking at King Kang's gentle face, he even felt a little mocking.

He grabbed King Kang's wrist tightly and asked, "Cousin, are you here to save me? When can I get out?"

"Can I go out tomorrow?"

His tone was urgent.

Prince Kang's eyes flickered for a moment, and he soothed him, "Don't worry, cousin Yi'an. My eldest and second uncles are mediating for you, and I've also asked my father for mercy."

"As long as you can make it through tomorrow, you'll be able to get out soon."

He grabbed Wei Yian's wrist and said, "Just bear with it for a while. I've already arranged with the jailers. They won't make things difficult for you."

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