Jiang Changhe, who was holding the knife, collapsed to the ground, his body covered in blood, but a chilling smile remained on his lips: "Retribution! This is retribution!"

"Who told you not to save me? Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"

Princess Ming wept bitterly, "Your father didn't say he wouldn't save you! He wanted to wait..."

"Wait a minute? Wait until I'm dead! Wait until the grass on my grave grows a meter tall?!"

Jiang Changhe roared and actually got up from the ground again: "Anyway, I've already killed him, so let him die completely! I'm not going to live anymore, I can't just die like this!"

After saying that, he rushed towards the direction of King Ming and his wife!

"Changhe!" Princess Ming cried out in alarm, "Quickly! Pull Princess Changhe away!"

"Hurry! Hurry!"

The maids and servants swarmed forward, but were forced back by the knife in Jiang Changhe's hand.

Just as Jiang Changhe was about to pounce on Ming Wang and attack again, Jiang Yu, who had been standing in the corner, made a move.

He leaped forward and kicked Jiang Changhe mercilessly in the chest. Jiang Changhe fell onto a stool in the corner like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He immediately became listless.

Princess Ming cried out in anguish, "Chang He!"

When he saw who had made the move, his angry expression subsided slightly.

She dared not say more, but Jiang Yu did not let it go: "Jiang Changhe murdered his own father, immediately imprison him and await execution!"

Princess Ming's face was deathly pale, and her smile was more like a grimace: "Seventh Prince... Changhe didn't mean it... Your uncle won't care!"

Don't care?

Jiang Yu looked at the person bleeding merrily, and the smile on his lips sent chills down one's spine.

Wei Wei had already walked to Jiang Changting's side at this moment, and was obviously very anxious about Jiang Yu saving the Ming King.

Just as he was about to step forward, Wei Wei grabbed his hand.

"Look closely at King Ming, where is he injured?"

Jiang Changting calmed down after hearing this.

Although he was being held by Princess Ming, his face was pale with a bluish tinge, clearly indicating that the blood was flowing from his chest.

The Ming Emperor is beyond saving.

Upon learning this fact, Jiang Changting's tense heart finally relaxed.

I felt a sense of joy, but tears still welled up in my eyes.

That was her biological father; she loved him, and she hated him.

Now he is finally going to die.

Good riddance! Her mother will have company in the afterlife now.

Jiang Yu carefully helped the Prince Ming onto the bed, and the imperial physician arrived late at that moment.

He examined the King's body and finally shook his head regretfully.

Princess Ming's eyes widened; she simply couldn't believe this was the outcome.

If the Ming King cannot be saved, then her daughter should not even think about coming back!

At that moment, she lost both her husband and daughter!

She felt dizzy and then collapsed to the ground!

The servants around him were naturally thrown into a flurry of activity.

King Ming woke up at this moment.

Knowing that he probably wouldn't live to see tomorrow, he looked at Jiang Changting standing far away, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"The long pavilion..."

He moved the corners of his mouth, but could only utter these two words.

Jiang Yu, who was sitting next to him, naturally heard it too. The corners of his mouth curled up, and there was pity in his eyes.

But his voice was utterly cold: "My cousin doesn't seem to want to talk to her royal uncle."

The King's eyes dimmed considerably in an instant.

He looked at Jiang Yu with pleading eyes: "Seventh Prince...you've always been the kindest...please persuade your sister...to let Chang He go...I know I've wronged her...and I deserve to die..."

Jiang Yu was already getting impatient: "Why didn't you tell her this before, Imperial Uncle?"

"Aren't you telling me to tell her this like tearing her heart out?"

"That girl Changhe is clearly ruthless, yet you still plead for her. Isn't that like stabbing Changting in the heart with a knife?"

"I'm sorry, Imperial Uncle, I can't say."

The light in the eyes of the King of Light finally faded.

He stopped speaking and closed his eyes tightly.

Cloudy tears streamed down her face.

Seeing that he could no longer speak, Jiang Yu calmly looked at the servants standing on either side: "Cooperate well with Princess Changting and don't cause any more trouble!"

The servants, of course, dared not disobey and bowed their heads, loudly agreeing.

With Princess Ming fainting, all matters in the manor had to be handled by Jiang Changting.

After Jiang Changhe was taken away, Wei Wei and Jiang Yu were also leaving.

He Changting quietly pulled her aside, but glanced at Jiang Yu and asked, "What's going on between you and my cousin? Did you know each other before? You seem to have a good relationship."

Wei Wei felt a little shy upon hearing her words, and said somewhat awkwardly, "It's only a little bit better than a normal friend relationship."

Seeing that Jiang Changting was still very gossipy, he said with a headache, "Alright, you should take care of things in your mansion first, and we can sit down and talk about it properly when we have time later, okay?"

Jiang Changting, however, was unwilling to let her off so easily: "It seems you've been hiding a lot from me. If you don't explain properly next time, see if I'll let you go!"

Jiang Yu glanced at the two people struggling together and said in a deep voice, "Changting, you will be the one to see your father off on his final journey."

"I will report to the Emperor as soon as possible. That girl Changhe is vicious. If she is not dealt with severely, it will be difficult to win over the people."

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