The attendant said unhappily, "The Tenth and Eleventh Princes will go to the central military camp to perform a dance for Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess. Even if Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess doesn't like them, they will be favored by powerful generals and may be their wives.

They used to be the noble princes of the Beilin Empire, and they will become masters in the future. As long as they have that angelic face, no matter what, their lives will be better than ours. You should have some pity on yourself first, look at your hands, they are cracked from the cold.

The young man scratched his head embarrassedly. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a group of people galloping towards him from a distance. The tall woman in the lead was sitting on a chestnut horse. In a moment, the horse had stopped in front of the wooden house.

The tall woman dismounted from her horse. The attendant heard everyone around her calling her "Lady Feng" and whispered to the young man, "This is the most capable attendant to the Regent of the Beilin Empire."

Female official Feng ripped down the torn door curtain and shouted at the person inside, "Bei Yiqing, the distinguished guest from the Chisha Empire is waiting in the central military camp. If you continue to dawdle like this, do you believe the Regent will order your head to be chopped off?"

Inside the house, the handsome man the young man had seen earlier stood up from a simple seat made of a few broken wooden boards. His handsome face was as cold as ice. "Then just kill me. I am Bei Yiqing, the tenth prince of the Beilin Empire, not a geisha selling smiles in a brothel. If the Regent insists on forcing me to do such charming and flattering things, I would rather die right here."

Lady Feng hadn't expected his words to be so fierce. However, Bei Yiqing hadn't finished speaking yet. "The Queen Regent is indeed at odds with the Beilin Imperial Family, but she is also a citizen of the Beilin Empire. Beilin hasn't been destroyed yet. How can she, the Queen Regent, be proud of herself for forcing a prince like me to become a concubine?"

Lady Feng flew into a rage. She untied the whip hanging from her waist and struck Bei Yiqing. Just as the whip, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, was about to hit Bei Yiqing, the eleventh prince Bei Yibai stepped forward and blocked the whip for his brother.

A palm-long wound suddenly appeared on Bei Yibai's arm, and bright red blood gushed out from the wound, staining his snow-white sleeves red.

Bei Yiqing went to check Bei Yibai's wound with a panicked look on his face. "Why did you block the whip for me? If she wants to hit me, she can just kill me!"

Bei Yibai covered his mouth with his hand and looked at Lady Feng with a flattering expression, "Master Feng, please don't listen to his nonsense. The temperature in Blackwater City has dropped sharply in the past two days, and it must have frozen his brain. We still need time to prepare. We will soon go to the commander's tent and perform for the honorable Princess of the Chisha Empire."

Concubine Feng, however, didn't buy his talk at all. She grabbed Bei Yiqing's hair and slammed his head against the wall. "You little bitch, don't you recognize your own status? You've fallen to living in the same place with animals, and you still think you're a noble prince. Don't you want to die? Then I'll grant your wish!"

There was a loud "bang" as the forehead hit the wall, and a big hole immediately appeared on Bei Yiqing's originally smooth and white forehead. Countless blood spurted out from the wound, flowing along the rough wall and dripping to the ground.

Bei Yibai was so frightened that his legs went limp, but he still rushed forward and hugged Bei Yiqing, shouting at Lady Feng, "Are you crazy? The Regent specifically asked him to dance at the Central Army tent, and you disfigured him. Who will dance in his place for the Red Sand Empire's Princess?"

Lady Feng looked at the disfigured Bei Yiqing and sneered, "He's just a prostitute who goes to the stage to perform. With so many men in this room, I could easily find ten replacements for him."

This time, the Beilin Empire sent not only the princes of the royal family, but also the sons of many relatives and ministers who were at odds with the Regent. The three cabins in this row were packed with a total of thirty or forty "high-ranking" beauties from the Beilin Empire.

Lady Feng casually pointed at a young man in pink and orange clothes and commanded in a haughty tone, "Your Highness, Eighth Prince, I now demand that you and Bei Yibai perform together on stage. You won't be like Bei Yiqing, refusing to yield, will you?"

The pretty face of the Eighth Prince, Bei Yiqian, turned pale with fear. He waved his hands repeatedly, and even stuttered when he spoke, "No, no, I promise... As long as you don't kill me, I will agree to anything..."

Bei Yiqing, with a hole on his forehead, had collapsed weakly into Bei Yibai's arms due to excessive blood loss.

His eyes were originally as clear as obsidian, but now they were lifeless, as if they would close forever in the next breath.

Bei Yibai tore his dress into strips and tried his best to bandage the wound on Bei Yiqing's forehead. Nearly collapsed, he said to the other princes and young masters standing stupidly in the room, "Hurry up and call a doctor. Bei Yiqing's wound won't stop bleeding, he'll die..."

But no one in the room paid any attention to him. Everyone was worried about their future. They just stood quietly in the corner, looking at Bei Yibai and Bei Yiqing, who was bleeding in his arms, with indifference.

Bei Yibai closed his eyes in pain, and crystal tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

Bei Yiqing tightly grasped Bei Yibai's hand, a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face. "I believe that the Seventh Princess will definitely defeat the Regent. When that happens, Lady Feng, as the Regent's lackey, will definitely not have a good ending..."

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