Sheng Kun nodded, glanced at the delicious-looking dishes, and then thought that these were all ingredients that his precious son had gone through a lot of trouble to find.

His appetite was immediately whetted, and he dismissed the maids who were serving him, picking up his chopsticks and eating heartily.

"Your Highness, the food is delicious and better than any other food I've ever had. Don't just focus on me, you should try it too."

Princess Wu'an nodded with a smile, "Yes, Your Highness, I will savor it properly."

The couple had eaten all sorts of delicacies, and this morning they had a rare good appetite, which made the housekeeper extremely pleased.

The Crown Prince did a good job!

However, the so-called ingredients for immortality were terrifying and chilling to the bone; they were clearly for adults...

Hey, the princes themselves have a taste for this, and as their servant, he dares not say a word.

Sheng Kun ate with a satisfied expression, and on a whim, he served food to Princess Wu'an.

"Come, come, Your Highness, try this meatball. The meat is tender and juicy, not dry at all. This dish is just what I like."

"Really, Your Highness?"

Princess Wu'an accepted the meatballs with a smile, then subtly flattered Sheng Kun, "Your Highness is not one to speak freely, but dishes that suit your taste must be delicious. I must savor them carefully."

Sheng Kun said nonchalantly, "Eat as much as you like. As for the ingredients, we don't necessarily have to rely on Chang'er to offer them to us. I have the ability to provide as much as I want."

Upon hearing this, Princess Wu'an's smile became more genuine.

Who wouldn't want to live forever?

Anyway, she's just an ordinary person who hasn't lived enough yet and doesn't want to leave this world too soon.

"Sheng Kun, are the meatballs delicious?"

The ethereal, cold voice echoed throughout the dining hall, startling Sheng Kun and his wife. They quickly looked around but couldn't find the speaker.

With a "smash," Sheng Kun angrily slammed the chopsticks to the ground and looked at the terrified Butler Wang with a gloomy face.

He said irritably, "Fool, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and bring your men to protect me. You're such a fool, you have no sense at all."

Steward Wang trembled and hurriedly nodded and bowed, replying, "Yes, yes, Your Highness, it was this servant's stupidity, this servant will..." go!

Before he could finish speaking, a sword flashed and slit Wang's throat. He stared in horror, then collapsed heavily to the ground.

A scene unfolded where the deceased died with their eyes wide open in disbelief!

"Ahhhh! Help! There's an assassin! Protect the prince! Help!"

Princess Wu'an was like a frightened bird, shouting at the outside world and hiding behind Sheng Kun, trembling with fear.

"Waaah, Your Highness, what's going on? Are the guards in the palace just sitting around doing nothing? Why haven't they come in yet?"

"Shut up! You're so noisy!"

Sheng Kun's tone was impatient, his face darkening further as he quickly drew his sword from the side, his cold gaze sweeping across every corner of the roof.

"Who's playing tricks? Get out here right now, or don't blame me for being impolite."

"Hehe, I'd like to see how impolite you are?"

Sheng Lingwei's figure slowly appeared in the dining hall. Her stunningly beautiful face seemed to be covered with frost, and she exuded endless killing intent.

Sheng Kun and his wife both shivered. Looking at the woman in red in front of them, a bad feeling arose spontaneously.

"Who? Who exactly are you? I have no grudge against you, so why have you come to the Wu'an Prince's Mansion?" Sheng Kun's face was gloomy, and his long sword was pointed directly at Sheng Lingwei.

The next second, the longsword was pulverized into powder by mental power.

"Ah!" Sheng Kun's scream rang out in the dining hall. His left hand was covered in blood and was hanging precariously from his wrist.

Sheng Kun was in so much pain that his face turned deathly pale. He didn't dare touch his severed hand. Damn it, his left hand was just ruined like that.

He suddenly looked at Sheng Lingwei, his eyes filled with disbelief, fear, apprehension, scrutiny, and above all, anger.

"Tell me, who exactly are you?"

Sheng Lingwei curled her lips into a cold smile, "Sheng Kun, did you like the meatballs just now?"

Before Sheng Kun could speak, Princess Wu'an's face turned extremely terrified, and she asked sharply in a trembling voice, "What...what do you mean? Do you mean you poisoned the meatballs?"

"Hehe, I wouldn't say I poisoned you. If I had, you would have all died from vomiting blood long ago. You wouldn't be standing here like this now."

Princess Wu'an breathed a sigh of relief and continued to press, "Then, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Sheng Lingwei's beautiful eyes turned cold, gradually growing icy, and a bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"Well, it's nothing. Doesn't your Wu'an Prince's Mansion like to pursue immortality? Doesn't it like to eat hearts and livers and drink human blood? Doesn't it like to kidnap children everywhere?"

I imagine you prefer to eat your own flesh and blood!

"Hehe, don't thank me too much. All the dishes on this table were contributed by your precious son. Doesn't it taste delicious?"

Princess Wu'an trembled inwardly.

He looked at the dishes on the table in disbelief, then at Sheng Lingwei, and then at Sheng Kun, who was equally shocked.

His eyes then wandered, his lips turned pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"No! You're lying. My son is alive and well. He's clearly alive and well. Who are you? Why are you opposing the Prince of Wu'an's Mansion?"

Sheng Lingwei glanced indifferently at Princess Wu'an and sneered:

"Tsk tsk, look at you, so pathetic. You were eating so happily just now, why are you now afraid to admit that you ate your own flesh and blood? Or can't you accept this fact?"

Princess Wu'an collapsed to the ground, shaking her head repeatedly.

"No, no, no, you're lying. I don't believe you. My Chang'er is perfectly fine. Today's breakfast was clearly made by Chang'er to show filial piety to me and the Prince."

Sheng Lingwei rolled her eyes; she wouldn't give up until she was completely convinced.

With a wave of her hand, Sheng Hao's mangled corpse appeared out of thin air and then crashed heavily onto Sheng Kun and his wife.

"Oh, I'm kind-hearted, so I'll grant your wish to see him alive or dead. Here he is, your precious son. Take a good look and see if it's him."

Sheng Kun was terrified. He used his inner strength to flip the corpse to the ground and quickly stood up.

When he saw the corpse with missing facial features, severed limbs, and its internal organs removed, he froze on the spot.

The only remaining feature on that face was so familiar; it was clearly his beloved son.

"Ahhhhh..." Sheng Kun's eyes were bloodshot. He couldn't accept this fact and immediately let out an angry howl.

Upon seeing this, Princess Wu'an felt weak and powerless all over, and her heart sank to the bottom. Now she had no choice but to accept this fact.

"Waaah... my little rascal, my little rascal, ugh..."

She cried and vomited at the same time.

The thought of having just eaten her own flesh and blood made her feel terrible; she vomited incessantly, wishing she could vomit up all the bile.

Influenced by her, Sheng Kun, who was still yelling angrily, disregarded his sadness and anger and squatted down to vomit.