And this ambitious person is Pei Yu.
His life was unfortunate. He was born on the Ghost Festival and was labeled as ominous since he could breathe.
His mother was unable to have children due to complications during childbirth, and his father died on the battlefield. His mother then remarried and brought him to the royal palace of Prince Yi. Prince Yi was a kind and generous man, and he married his mother as his second wife. He also changed his surname to Pei and became a member of the royal family.
But the blood flowing in his body ultimately prevented him from truly integrating into it. His mother could no longer have children, so the children left by the previous princess became more noble.
After enduring endless humiliation and bullying, the cruelty and bloodlust that he had deliberately suppressed were awakened again, and it became uncontrollable.
The secret room was completely silent, without even a hint of movement. The three of them stood there in a stalemate, like statues.
Pei Yu's gaze fell lightly on A Feng, but it made him feel as if it were real, and his whole body turned cold.
"Afeng." His light tone sounded like he was calling a friend.
"Hasn't your hearing always been good? Why doesn't it work now?" He sighed, looking helpless.
A Feng froze in place, sweating profusely. He wanted to beg for mercy, but his lips were numb and he couldn't open his mouth.
After all, he had been with him for several years. Qian Sidu couldn't bear it and stepped forward to plead, "Your Highness, Zhou Jing'an is a cautious person, so it's really hard to pry."
"Afeng has followed me for several years and has made great contributions. He has always been loyal. I hope Your Highness will be merciful and spare his life." Qian Sidu's forehead was also covered with cold sweat, but he lowered his head and did not dare to wipe it.
Pei Yu glanced at the master and servant, then suddenly smiled. He stood up and helped him up. "Brother Qian, what are you doing? Afeng is a smart man, so I can't bear to kill him."
His face was full of smiles, but his eyes were so dark that it was hard to tell his emotions.
Ah Feng felt as if he had just walked through the gates of hell, and kowtowed vigorously, "Thank you very much, Your Highness, for your mercy. Thank you very much, Your Highness, for your mercy."
Pei Yu waved his hand, and he stood up and walked out as if he had been pardoned.
He did not stop walking, and only when he came out of the secret room did he suddenly realize that his inner shirt was soaked and his forehead was covered in blood.
Qian Sidu quietly wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve and asked respectfully, "Your Highness, what are your plans for this visit?"
Pei Yu picked up the teacup on the table and played with it, his white fingers emitting a cold and glistening light.
He sighed, his tone helpless and frustrated: "Aqi is still in their hands. I don't know whether he is dead or alive, but I am very worried."
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