"Then I'll give you this chance now, to kill."
He approached step by step, his aura suddenly turning sinister, and a barely perceptible madness appeared in his eyes.
The wind blows, and the world is desolate.
Chu Chang Le was forced to retreat, her white dress billowing in the wind, her slender body appearing as if it were being torn apart.
The delicate crabapple blossoms swayed gently in the breeze, their fragrance spreading across the land, falling sadly upon her.
"Don't you hate me? Kill me, and it will all be over."
A flash of white light, and the hilt of Han Lie's sword was shoved into her hand.
Chu Changle's eyes reddened, and she was forced to grip the knife tightly, pressing it against his heart.
A strong sense of hatred welled up in my heart, the cold wind raged, and my icy body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave.
"Don't force me."
Shen Yan chuckled lightly, letting the knife pierce his chest, his phoenix eyes glaring at her.
"Are you reluctant to do it, unable to bring yourself to do it?"
A sharp pain shot through her chest, and a silent current of energy burned within her veins. The suffocating pain felt as if it would annihilate her and slowly torture her body.
Chu Chang Le's eyes reddened, and she roared angrily, "You're dreaming! I wish I could kill you as soon as possible to avenge my Southern Dynasty royal family."
"Then do it! What are you hesitating for?"
"If I kill you, will my elder sister still live? Will the court let her go?"
Shen Yan chuckled and looked at her silently.
Their eyes met in mid-air, the silence eerily profound.
Chu Changle looked at his cold face, feeling so much pain that she could hardly breathe.
How could she have been so blind as to fall for him?
She was the emperor's beloved princess.
Setting aside her princess pride, she went to great lengths, even resorting to coercion and enticement, to pursue and please him. No matter how unmoved he was, she was foolish enough to think she could win him over.
On their wedding night, she even naively waited for him to lift her veil.
But what awaited her was him slaughtering her entire family on their wedding night.
Her body felt as if it were being stabbed, and a suffocating pain surged into her heart. Her hand holding the knife trembled.
“Shen Yan, a heartless and cold-blooded person like you will not have a good end.”
"Yes, I will go to hell."
He reached out to hug her.
"Don't touch me."
The disgust in her eyes was like tearing someone's heart out.
Shen Yan felt as if a thousand arrows were piercing his heart from her rejection, and his brows and eyes suddenly turned sinister and angry.
"The world is in turmoil, the common people are restless, the upper-class families are living in extravagance and debauchery, the common people are displaced and wandering, the prime minister is powerful, your father is weak and incompetent and cannot change the status quo, the fall of the Southern Dynasty is inevitable."
Chu Chang Le felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart, and almost cried out in pain.
"Then you should have killed me with one sword back then, instead of torturing me like this now."
The more she acted this way, the more it stirred the sinister nature deep within him.
"I'm determined to torment you."
He suddenly pulled her close, pinning her against the crabapple tree behind him and kissing her.
Chu Chang Le's eyes reddened, and she pushed him desperately, her voice hoarse with effort.
“Chen Yan, all suffering in the world has its cause and effect; we are merely torturing each other.”
Shen Yan's eyes were bloodshot with rage.
What's wrong with torturing each other?
Chu Changle could no longer hold back and roared hoarsely, "Madman!"
The sharp blade plunged into his chest, embedding itself into his flesh and bone.
Blood instantly stained his robes.
"His Majesty."
The guards around him suddenly sprang out, pointing their knives at Chu Changle.
Shen Yan was in so much pain that she curled up.
His eyes were bloodshot. He looked down at the knife stuck in his chest, then looked up at her, a hint of a smile on his sinister face.
"Anning, you won't die like this."
Chu Changle stared at the dagger that had pierced her, her hands trembling and tears welling in her eyes.
"Come on, I'll teach you."
Suddenly, a pair of blood-soaked hands grabbed her wrists and forcefully stabbed the knife inside.
Warm blood splattered all over his body.
Chu Changle shouted and was suddenly pushed away by the guards.
The guards rushed forward from all sides.
"Quickly, summon the imperial physician! Go and summon the imperial physician—"
The cold wind howled and raged, and blood spread at her feet.
In the blink of an eye, tears streamed down Chu Chang Le's face. She stared blankly at the person being carried into the hall, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.
The pear blossoms fell in a flurry, covering the ground as if to annihilate her.
The news that the current emperor had been stabbed by a concubine could not be contained in time and spread, prompting the former dynasty to demand the execution of the former princess.
This is already a turbulent time, with many countries coming to pay tribute. The princess of the former dynasty is not dead, and she even dares to try to kill His Majesty. How can the ministers tolerate this?
Before Shen Yan woke up, Fengqi Palace was surrounded by the generals of the previous dynasty, who wanted to kill Chu Chang Le. However, Shen Yan's retainers stopped them, saying that they should wait for His Majesty to wake up before making a decision.
Chu Changle was imprisoned.
Zhongdu Post Station.
Chu Changning was shocked when he heard the news.
"You don't seem sad at all?"
Suddenly, a familiar scent drew near, and he embraced her from behind.
She suddenly came to her senses and put the golden cup down.
"How does my husband want me to be heartbroken? To see me weep bitterly, or to beg for your help?"
Yan Beimo raised an eyebrow, kneaded the soft flesh on her arm, and changed the subject.
Have you rested enough?
Chu Changning brushed his hand away and stood up. "Let's go."
After years of war in the north, this banquet was held to discuss the war in Kyushu. Envoys from various countries and kings from the north had already arrived at the royal post station in Kyoto, all of them ambitious.
Upon hearing privately that Shen Yan was seriously injured and unconscious, they were all eager to make a move.
But a few days later, news came that His Majesty had awakened, and the princes had no choice but to suppress their desires.
Inside the post station.
Helian Ye sat in the study, dressed in a bright red gauze robe, looking devilishly handsome.
"Really awake?"
Someone stood up and said, "He held court yesterday."
"Ha, if he hadn't been stabbed to death, the world would have been in complete chaos."
Helian Ye sneered and said again.
Where has Yan Beimo gone?
"The people we sent out have been unable to find him."
"A bunch of useless trash."
The people below were terrified and dared not say a word.
The high priest spoke, "Young master, you must act with caution this time."
Their purpose in coming to the Central Plains was to take over Beiyou and then attack the Central Plains. They had already captured the cities around Jiaqing Pass in the past two days. To the south was Youzhou. They shouldn't have come to the capital to get involved in this mess, but they couldn't resist the young master's orders.
"Yan Beimo has a deep-seated grudge against us, so please, young master, do not act rashly."
He had followed the young master for many years and knew why he had come to the capital. He was afraid that the young master might act impulsively and cause trouble.
Helian Ye raised an eyebrow but remained silent.
Just then, someone suddenly burst in from outside.
The newcomer was dressed in a bright red gauze dress, with jet-black braids, a slender waist, and a curvaceous figure. Her fair ankles were adorned with delicate bracelets, making her alluring and seductive.
"Ashileyan".
Indeed, the person who arrived was Princess Ashileyan of the Southern Desert.
"Young Master, it's been a long time."
Helian Ye looked at her with a sneer, "Yan Beimo hasn't arrived yet, what's your hurry?"
"I'm not in a hurry to see him, I came to see you first."
Ashileyan sat down with a smile and raised his glass to him.
"Ha, look at me, they wish they could kill me."
Ashileyan shook his head, "Young Master, please don't say that. According to the people of the Central Plains, we are now friends, and Yanbeimo is our common enemy."
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