Chapter 8: The fate of tyrants throughout history
At this moment, Zhu Feng couldn't believe his ears.
He turned slowly, and in the darkness, his eyes flashed with an almost incredible light as he looked at her: "What did you say?"
The little woman, wrapped in his jet-black cloak, stood before him, her snow-white ankles exposed, stained with a little blood from the ground, making them appear even more dazzlingly white and frail. Yet, she spoke before him, "I say, they may not survive, but Your Highness may not have a good ending either."
Those people who had been frightened out of their wits just now were now stunned, staring at Si Nanyan stupidly, as if they were looking at a dead person.
Everyone just didn't understand why His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan didn't question Concubine Li after she said those words, but now everyone is even more confused as to why she dared to say such words at this time without His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan questioning her.
Is she really tired of living?
Zhu Feng laughed.
The fire in the bedroom had already burned halfway up the sky. The flames shone on his face, illuminating his smile, which had a ferocious meaning.
He slowly walked up to Nan Yan and said, "You said, this king can't survive?"
His figure was as tall as a mountain. When he walked in front of Nan Yan, his shadow fell over her, almost covering her entire body. Nan Yan's shoulders twitched slightly, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Isn't it true? Your Highness raised an army from Peking and marched all the way south. What are your orders?"
Zhu Feng frowned.
"Clear the emperor's side."
Nan Yan raised her head, her distinct black and white eyes looking at him. She pointed at the corpses around her and said, "This is Shun'er, the eunuch who usually runs errands in the East Garden. He only sees the emperor a few times a year. And these are just maids working in the harem. And these selected concubines have hardly seen the emperor since entering the palace."
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"They are powerless, and it is even more impossible for them to be the treacherous villains around the emperor."
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"Your Highness cleared the court, but it was these people who were killed."
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"How can this be called clearing the court of evildoers?"
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"Your Highness stormed into the Imperial City tonight, leaving corpses strewn across the ground. We all know why. But if you continue to slaughter innocent people like this, even if Your Highness ascends the throne in the future, you will only be known as a tyrant."
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"Your Highness is well-versed in history and present-day knowledge. Don't you know what the fate of tyrants has been throughout history?"
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"They certainly won't survive tonight, but how long can your Majesty's good days last?"
After she said these words, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked at her with an incredible look, as if they were looking at a dead person - someone actually dared to say such words in front of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan!
Is she really tired of living?
After Nan Yan finished saying these words in one breath, she looked up and saw King Yan's eyes, which had suddenly turned dark and looked like a bottomless cold pool, and she shuddered.
This "death" is really well chosen!
At this time, Zhu Feng took a step towards her, and then another step.
That gaze was like a sharp sword, almost piercing through Nan Yan's body. Nan Yan couldn't help but step back, but step by step, she gradually retreated to the stairs.
Suddenly, her foot slipped and she fell backwards.
"ah--!"
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