Chapter 350 Zhao Changying, are you feeling quite smug?
Li Shiyue was lying on the roof at this moment, and even though snowflakes were falling on her head, she still felt that her chest was burning hot enough to melt the snow!
Princess Zhao Changying actually joined forces with the Zhao family soldiers to surround the Zhenbei Prince's courtyard!
That's not all. Looking at Zhao Changying below, who was holding a dagger and had a fierce expression, she must be hoping to send the Prince of Zhenbei to his death as soon as possible!
Li Shiyue swallowed hard. Tonight's drama at the Prince's Mansion was just too exciting!
Through the gaps in the roof tiles, she peered down at the two men facing off. She couldn't take it all in at once; she would glance at Zhao Changying, then quickly look at the Prince of Zhenbei.
Inside the room, the Prince of Zhenbei, whose body and low couch had been thoroughly searched by Zhao Dahuzi and no longer concealed any sharp weapons, had a deathly pale face.
However, the Prince of Zhenbei's eyes were exceptionally bright, filled with hatred for Zhao Changying who had walked up to the low couch!
"Haha, haha," Zhao Changying laughed again, but this time her laughter carried a hint of desolation, lacking the carefree joy of her previous laughter.
"Liu Cong, what if you glare at me again?"
Haha, you're about to die!
You're going to die!
You're going to die!
Faced with Zhao Changying's arrogant and overbearing behavior, the Prince of Zhenbei showed little expression on his face, only his eyes were somewhat bloodshot.
Seeing that the Prince of Zhenbei remained silent, Zhao Changying was even happier.
She took a step forward and plopped down on the edge of the low couch, facing the Prince of Zhenbei, who was barely clinging to life under the brocade quilt and could only move his neck and eyes. Zhao Changying very "considerately" used the dagger in her hand to tuck the corner of the quilt around the Prince of Zhenbei.
She held the dagger with a rather nonchalant air. Li Shiyue, watching her, was secretly hoping that Zhao Changying would give the Prince of Zhenbei a good whack.
As a result, Zhao Changying actually put down the dagger and turned to the Prince of Zhenbei with a "smiling smile" and said slowly, "Guess who poisoned you?"
"Haha, yes! It's me!"
Upon seeing the Prince of Zhenbei's face finally showing some expression, Zhao Changying was overjoyed and told him how she had found someone to poison Consort Zhou, and how she had tampered with the chopsticks he was to use at the Deer Cry Banquet.
"...I know you cherish your life and are most afraid of dying, so when you eat out, you only use the silver chopsticks that Butler Liu prepared for you."
Hehe, you definitely didn't know!
Butler Liu, oh, that's Liu Erwa who followed you since he was eight years old. He bought a house on Chunxi Road, and he keeps a beautiful young woman there.
A beautiful young woman, about the same age as his little girl's mother!
Haha, I only had someone give that woman a hundred taels of silver, and she readily agreed to help change the chopsticks.
Haha, tell me, why can't you men control yourselves?
They're all being played like fools by women, yet they still think they're some kind of high and mighty ruler.
As soon as Zhao Changying finished speaking, he heard a "hoho" sound coming from the back of the throat of the Prince of Zhenbei opposite him. It took the Prince of Zhenbei a lot of effort to make a sound.
But it only consisted of three words: "Why...?"
The only response to the Prince of Zhenbei was Zhao Changying's cheerful laughter, "Haha, haha, Liu Cong, Liu Cong, now that things have come to this, you finally think of asking me why?"
Why?
Why?
Why do you think that is?
The two crisp "slap" sounds, like the sound of someone being slapped across the face, echoed the crackling of the candle wick burning inside the room, making Li Shiyue on the roof feel incredibly satisfied!
Well, if I don't stab you a couple of times with a dagger, slapping you a couple of times would be fitting.
"Liu Cong!"
How dare you ask me why?
Why?
Why do you think that is?
Wasn't it you who used that idiot Zhou Fangqiong to arrange for Liu Erwa to find that orphan girl to assassinate my Bao Ge'er?
Liu Cong, how cruel you are!
Even if you hate me, Bao-ge'er is still your own son!
You actually want to kill our children just to pave the way for the son born to that idiot Zhou Fangqiong!
Liu Cong!
These two slaps are what you owe us, mother and son!
You owe us, your son and me, so much!
So, Liu Cong, you should just die!
You should have died long ago!
The Prince of Zhenbei, whose body had been tilted to one side by Zhao Changying's two slaps, used all his strength to straighten himself up.
The Prince of Zhenbei let out another "hoho" sound from his throat, his face showing the look of someone about to die.
Zhao Changying wiped the hand she had used to slap the Prince of Zhenbei on a handkerchief, and then threw the handkerchief directly onto the Prince of Zhenbei's brocade quilt.
Zhao Changying stood up, threw the dagger onto the round table, straightened her body, flicked her sleeves, smoothed the hem of her dress, and then her face transformed back into that of the dignified Princess Consort of Zhenbei.
Seeing the Prince of Zhenbei looking like a ghost, Zhao Changying glared at him again with disgust, then turned around and said, "Alright, you're about to die anyway, so there's nothing more to say."
"As husband and wife, I will handle your funeral properly."
"Pooh!"
Zhao Changying, who had already turned most of her body around, turned back when she heard the Prince of Zhenbei spit out "Pah!"
"Pooh!"
The Prince of Zhenbei actually spat out another mouthful of thick, yellowish-brown phlegm, which he coughed up with all his might.
As luck would have it, the phlegm that was disgusting and had a foul smell landed right on Zhao Changying's shoes, which were embroidered with flowers and adorned with pearls, as she turned around.
Zhao Changying looked at the dirt on the toe of the shoe and her face fell. However, she did not immediately shout or go forward to slap the Prince of Zhenbei twice more.
She simply stood there with a dark face in front of the low couch, looking at the Prince of Zhenbei with disgust as he gasped for breath.
"No...no...no..."
The words that came out of the Prince of Zhenbei's throat were inaudible. In order to hear them more clearly, Zhao Changying took a step forward and walked to the footstool of the low couch.
Lowering her head and leaning closer to the Prince of Zhenbei, Zhao Changying finally heard him gasp for breath as he said, "...No, he's not mine, not my child!"
Liu Shu is not my child!
The last sentence was roared out by the Prince of Zhenbei in a low voice. After he said this, he was like a general who had won a battle. His lifeless face could even show a hint of joy at this moment.
Whether it was a final burst of energy before death or because he coughed up the two mouthfuls of phlegm that had been blocking his chest, the Prince of Zhenbei was now able to shout in one breath at Zhao Changying, who was staring in disbelief, "Zhao Shi!"
You think I don't know?
Liu Shu is not my child at all!
He's a bastard!
He deserves to die!
He deserves to die!
My only regret is that I acted too late. I should have found an opportunity to kill him the year he was born!
That bastard should have died long ago!
I only regret that I didn't find a chance to kill him sooner!
How could he have lived for so many years under the name of my son!
Zhao Changying, are you feeling quite smug?
Are you proud of yourself for giving birth to such a bastard?
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