“I am a suicide squad member, I know that very well.”
Jiang Cheng organized his thoughts briefly, then continued calmly, "The day you secure your throne will also be the day I die. Even if I complete all my tasks and help you ascend the throne, can I really expect to live a peaceful life?"
"Why not..."
Ke Bing was about to explain when Jiang Cheng interrupted her with cold words: "You don't need to tell me anything useless. I know my situation better than you do. I was born to die, and living this life is just suffering. So why should I try so hard to live? What am I after?"
After saying that, Jiang Cheng leaned back and closed his eyes again, ignoring Ke Bing's words.
Seeing his dejected appearance, Ke Bing was also very angry, but she couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
He's absolutely right.
The assassins were merely tools for her to rise to power. Once she had secured the throne, the assassins would have to die peacefully.
Because they've done far too many despicable things, and their hands are stained with far too much human blood. No assassin can survive after completing their final mission.
This is the darkest practice among royalty and nobility.
It's also an unwritten rule that everyone knows.
Because everyone knows the truth, no one will bring it up in public.
But Jiang Cheng, at this moment, stepped hard into her minefield and relentlessly trampled on it repeatedly.
This was truly unacceptable to Ke Bing.
She was furious; her chest, hidden beneath her fine clothes, heaved with increasingly violent breathing, and her face was flushed.
Zhao Xuerou, who was serving nearby, noticed that Ke Bing was about to break down, so she quickly stepped forward and gently massaged Ke Bing's temples with her two delicate white hands, trying to calm her down temporarily.
Ke Bing slapped her hand away, slammed her hand on the table, and stood up. Her slender fingers almost poked Jiang Cheng's forehead: "Don't think I wouldn't dare kill you! You've only been intimate with me a few times, what do you really think you are? You still dare to talk back to me?!"
"..."
Jiang Cheng's mind is completely muddled right now.
However, he dared not show the slightest emotional fluctuation on the surface, and could only keep his eyelids tightly closed, suppressing his panicked gaze deep in his heart.
What kind of plot is this...?
Why are the characters and stories in the dream world so bizarre?
The words "skin-to-skin contact" struck Jiang Cheng like a heavy hammer, shattering all his prepared words and leaving him no room to think. His reason was also blown to pieces.
The only remaining shred of rationality could only subconsciously warn Jiang Cheng:
This is a dream world, so he can't be too surprised or show any extreme emotions. He can only suppress everything in his heart and digest it.
Meanwhile, in a corner unnoticed by Ke Bing and Jiang Cheng, Zhao Xuerou, who had been slapped away and was timidly cleaning up the food scraps on the ground, suddenly had a dark look in her eyes, filled with jealousy. Her expression instantly became deep and unsettling, her tightly clenched lower lip filled with pain.
She seemed to realize that she couldn't control her emotions, so she buried her head even deeper, using her bangs, about an inch wide, to cover her eyes, which were filled with hatred.
However, Ke Bing's attention was entirely focused on Jiang Cheng, who had his eyes tightly closed.
Therefore, no one noticed Zhao Xuerou's change in the corner.
Ke Bing's head was throbbing with anger, and her wide eyes were filled with rage and irritability.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally calmed down again, and her expression returned to normal.
After glancing back to confirm his position, Ke Bing lifted his robes and slowly sat down in his original spot.
She was still leaning to one side, but Ke Bing had lost some of her composure. You could clearly see a cloud of gloom hanging over her tightly furrowed brows.
"call……"
She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the stale air from her lungs.
Having finally calmed down, she spoke to Jiang Cheng, "I won't waste my breath on you. I'll repeat myself one last time: I need you to survive to the end and secure the spot for a personal audience that rightfully belongs to me!"
At this point, Ke Bing suddenly stood up, pacing back and forth while biting her lip in frustration: "My current rival is really giving me a headache! I'm clearly the eldest princess, I'm clearly the rightful heir, but the head of the family just loves Jingchuan! Why?! Just because I'm a woman?!"
She suddenly flicked her wide sleeves, her eyes filled with indignation as she angrily rebuked, "Why can't a woman be an empress? I will be an empress! Demuquanshi is a hypocrite! He pretends to be polite and friendly to everyone, but behind their backs he only uses underhanded tricks! If he weren't so despicable, I wouldn't have had to resort to such extreme measures!"
"As for Demu Jingfeng..."
A mocking glint appeared in Ke Bing's eyes. He raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly, "That's a fool, all brawn and no brains. I've never taken him seriously! Compared to Quan Shi, he's far weaker!"
After a slight pause, Ke Bing took another deep breath, her eyes filled with anxiety as she looked at Jiang Cheng, who was lying flat on his back: "As long as these two are dealt with, my ascension to the throne is inevitable. Do you understand?!"
Jiang Cheng opened his eyes and met Ke Bing's gaze, whose eyes were bloodshot.
The woman's eyes held a multitude of complex emotions.
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