As he finished speaking, the celadon bottle in his hand shattered with a crackling sound...

He actually crushed the neck of the vase, and the porcelain fragments pierced his palm, but he seemed to feel no pain, and his eyes were still fixed on Chu Qingluan.

"Imperial sister, are you serious? Are you so cruel?"

Chu Qingluan's eyes darkened.

This wolftail grass was indeed sent by Xie Yunqi. Since he learned that she was safe, he would send someone to bring some things back every few days.

Most of them are unique to the North, not worth much, but they represent his heart.

Chu Qingluan is very busy on weekdays, and Liu'er took the initiative to help her clean up these things.

Unexpectedly, these few plants of Pennisetum actually drove Chu Hong crazy.

Seeing this, Chu Qingluan pulled out a dagger and put it against Chu Hong's neck: "Chu Hong! Don't force me to do it."

The cold blade was pressed against his pulse, but Chu Hong smiled even more wantonly.

He leaned forward deliberately, letting the blade draw a line of blood.

"Is the Imperial sister willing to kill me?"

"Then why did you send someone to stop me when I was about to lose control?"

Chu Qingluan tightened her grip on the dagger and let the blood spread.

"I stopped you because I didn't want you to become a fool like Chu Lang."

Chu Hong was stunned.

"If you kill him, do you really think your father will let you go? Are you sure you can afford the charge of poisoning the prince of Great Chu?"

"So..."

A hint of joy appeared in Chu Hong's dark eyes.

"So, my sister is concerned about me? You still have me in your heart, right?"

Chu Qingluan frowned. Is this the point?