“Baili Mo…” Song Wuxia suddenly reacted. He uttered this name, his cold hand gently stroking her cheek. He whispered, “Feng Guang, you once said that you hated him…”

Baili Mo was an extremely arrogant person. On the first day of his marriage to Feng Guang, he said to her in a cool and domineering manner: "Xia Feng Guang, I can give you the status and respect that a Crown Princess should have, but don't expect to get love from me. Our marriage is a political one, and I will never love you."

After saying those words, he left the palace in a cool and domineering manner.

这一段历史是风光和宋无暇说的，那个时候，她咬着牙说道:“也不知道他哪来的自信，我会需要他的爱吗？还用奢望这两个字，哼，等到将来有机会了，我非要狠狠揍他一顿！”

Beat him up? No, let's kill him instead.

As if he had found the motivation to act, Song Wuxia stood up while holding Feng Guang's body. He murmured, "Feng Guang, I will fulfill all your wishes... When you wake up, you will definitely praise me."

When she wakes up, things will be just like before. He does something that pleases her, and she will happily rush into his arms, stand on tiptoe, and kiss his lips.

He disappeared into the woods, and even Liu Qi couldn't find his way.

On the bustling streets of the imperial city, a man dressed in black suddenly appeared. The fabric of his clothes looked extremely noble, but his face and hands were stained with a lot of blood. In particular, the woman in his arms was pale and lifeless, clearly having been dead for some time.

Where the man passed, pedestrians automatically made way for him.

Someone muttered under their breath, "Is this man crazy? That woman is clearly a corpse, yet he's swaggering down the street carrying her."

The body... no, she's still alive.

Suddenly, a silver sash wrapped around the neck of the muttering passerby, and amidst a splatter of blood, a head fell to the ground.

The crowd quieted down, but suddenly, someone shouted, "Murder!" Everyone started running and shouting frantically, and the vendors even forgot about their goods.

“It’s too noisy…” Song Wuxia said softly, “Fengguang, I’ll make them quiet down soon.”

The silver whip seemed to have come to life, lashing out incessantly, and dozens of people had already lost their lives. Blood spread through the streets of the imperial city, and the stench of blood permeated the city.

The setting sun, like blood, shone down on the imperial palace.

The Imperial Preceptor rushed to the main hall, where countless people had already died. Baili Mo, who was seriously injured, shielded Yiren behind him. His bleeding wounds told him that he could not hold on for long. He gritted his teeth and looked at the person sitting on the dragon throne, but he was helpless.

He is not human, but a demon from hell.

Song Wuxia took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Feng Guang's face. He felt that she must have gotten a lot of dust on her face from all that walking. Without looking up, Song Wuxia said, "I have killed too many people today. Feng Guang doesn't like me killing people, so... you should all commit suicide."

He didn't move, yet an overwhelming killing intent emanated from him. This killing intent, however, did not affect the woman in his arms. The place where the woman lay was the only place where he could release his tenderness.