Chapter 9 Will I be a tyrant?

Nan Yan cried out in fear. At this moment, Zhu Feng suddenly stretched out his long arms, grabbed her cloak, and pulled her back.

Nan Yan fell on him all of a sudden, but felt that the man's chest was as hard as a rock. She seemed to have hit a piece of ice. When she raised her head, she met his dark eyes, which were like a bottomless pool.

The cold gaze made Nan Yan shiver.

But Zhu Feng stared at her and said in a deep voice, "You said that I will be a tyrant?"

“…”

"You said this king was a tyrant!"

“…”

"Will this king be a tyrant?"

His hand grabbed the cloak on her chest, only a short distance away from her neck. Nan Yan had the illusion that he was strangling her neck. Not only could she not speak, she couldn't even breathe.

She struggled and said, "Your Highness."

Zhu Feng's eyes, like a bottomless cold pool, were still staring at her closely, but in the cold pool, there seemed to be a cluster of tiny, almost invisible flames, burning faintly.

He repeated, "Will this king be a tyrant?"

He seemed to be particularly concerned about this issue.

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through Nan Yan's chaotic mind. Just before she almost suffocated, she finally struggled to speak, "Whether Your Highness will be a tyrant depends on what You do."

“…”

"If Your Highness thinks I'm wrong, you can kill me."

“…”

"But you can't shake the stigma of a tyrant no matter how many people you kill!"

After saying this, she looked at King Yan with some trembling.

In fact, before she finished speaking, she knew that she had "said the wrong thing". Just now, Concubine Li did not even dare to resist and just obeyed his wishes, but was killed by him with a single knife. And after saying these words, she deserved to die a hundred times.

She slowly closed her eyes, almost in despair, waiting for the knife to fall.

However, the expected knife did not come. Instead, she felt the hand slowly loosen, and the clothes around her neck also slowly loosened. Nan Yan trembled and slowly opened her eyes.

Those dark and deep eyes looked at her without blinking.

Nan Yan didn't know whether it was because she was stared at by such an oppressive gaze that made her breathless, or because he let go of her, but she only felt her chest suddenly relax, a large breath of cold air rushed in, and she immediately started coughing.

She couldn't stop coughing. She coughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back and her cheeks were red. It took her a long time to calm the tightness in her chest. When she raised her head again, she met Zhu Feng's cold eyes.

He said, "Okay, I want to see if what you said is true."

Without even turning his head, he ordered, "Drag these people away and lock them up."

The guards were also a little dumbfounded. They didn't expect that His Highness would really spare them, but they didn't dare to hesitate. They hurriedly escorted these frightened people back.

Just as they turned around, they heard a chuckle in the night.

"Interesting, interesting."