Shen Ye forced a smile. He had never been afraid of those good-for-nothings like the Crown Prince. His performance just now was all an act, just to make Song Fengzhi feel more sorry for him.
Seeing Shen Ye's normal eyes, Song Fengzhi's wildly beating heart returned to its original position at that moment.
It turns out that he was more important to him than he thought or knew.
Under Song Fengzhi's gaze, Shen Ye slowly closed her eyes. In the end, all she could see was the pale moonlight and the man's worried face.
When Shen Ye woke up the next day, she was covered with a blanket. Song Fengzhi was standing in front of the window, his back to the bed, staring at the outside for a long time. Shen Ye could not see his expression.
A soft sigh echoed in the room...
“To offer it.”
Upon hearing Shen Ye's voice, Song Fengzhi quickly walked to the bedside, squatted down, and gently took Shen Ye's hand.
His face was somewhat pale, his eyes were slightly red, and there were slightly protruding blue veins on his forehead.
Shen Ye then realized that he had stayed up all night watching over her.
Last night, Song Fengzhi was genuinely worried about himself.
Thinking of this, Shen Ye's nose suddenly felt very sore, and tears welled up in her eyes.
I wish he could be this good in every world from now on.
Song Fengzhi's face remained tense, but his expression showed a hint of joy.
Are you hungry?
Song Fengzhi stared straight at Shen Ye, his eyes filled with heartache and pity.
Shen Ye looked intently into Song Fengzhi's eyes. "Yes, I'm hungry."
"I'll go get you some food."
"Don't go." Shen Ye grabbed his hand. Song Fengzhi was taken aback. He looked at Shen Ye, a layer of confusion welling up in his eyes.
After a long while, he raised his hand and touched Shen Ye's face. "Fine, I won't leave, but surely the servants will bring some food?"
"Um."
A few days later.
It was an ordinary night, no different from any other day, except that the wind was very strong.
The streets were deserted by midnight, and in the starless night, only distant lights shone faintly.
In the dark and damp room, an old man knelt on the ground, looking at Song Fengzhi with a face full of fear.
"General Song."
Song Fengzhi didn't even blink, staring coldly at the old man.
"You...you knew all about it?" the old man stammered as he asked Song Fengzhi.
"Why use evil magic?" Song Fengzhi still looked at the old man coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth.
His calm tone was as still as stagnant water; though it wasn't a question, it terrified the old man so much that he almost forgot to breathe.
The old man's pupils gradually dilated, as if he realized what kind of ending he was about to face.
"General Song, I am innocent."
Why did you want to harm the Eighth Prince?
"General, I'm innocent! I'm innocent!"
Song Fengzhi gave his bodyguard Chu Jiu a look. Chu Jiu drew a dagger and slowly approached the old man. At the same time, two guards came over and held down the old man's hands. He tried to struggle, but his body could not move.
"No, spare my life..." the old man cried out in terror as he looked at the dagger.
'Sizzle'
His chest was slashed open by a dagger, and blood gushed out like a flood, exposing his hot, beating heart to the air.
"Spare...my life..."
The old man's life, along with all his final pleas, resentment, and despair, came to an end at this moment.
Song Fengzhi slowly walked to the side, his cold gaze as if he were looking at something disgusting.
The pungent smell of blood permeated the musty room, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.
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