"My dear minister, let me explain. Things aren't as you think..."
“Since His Majesty has no intention of killing me, then what about His Highness the Eighth Prince, Yao Yuanhao? Has His Majesty never considered killing his own son? If I am not certain of the truth of the matter, how could I have pointed my sword at His Majesty?” Song Fengzhi was completely enraged by Yao Qinglong’s words, and he roared.
"I...I..."
"Father!"
The eldest princess ran in barefoot, dressed in plain clothes, ignoring the soldiers' attempts to stop her.
When she saw Song Fengzhi pointing his sword at Yao Qinglong, she was only stunned for a moment, and a look that no one else could understand flashed in her dark eyes.
She ran to Yao Qinglong's side, her big, dark eyes staring straight at Song Fengzhi, tears still clinging to her eyelashes.
"It was I who wanted to kill Yao Yuanhao; it had nothing to do with Father Emperor!"
She stared intently at Song Fengzhi, the man who had grown up with her since childhood. He was no longer the same as before; instead, he had become a cruel and cold-blooded devil!
Upon hearing this, Song Fengzhi's expression changed, and he immediately strode over, grabbing the princess's arm. "You... how could it be you? You clearly said you would bless me and him."
"Blessings? Do you think I meant it sincerely? I actually wish Yao Yuanhao were dead. I wish I could kill him with my own hands. What right does a lowly slave's child have to be with you? He doesn't deserve it. Only I do!"
"Song Fengzhi, ever since he came into your life, you've never looked at me again. No matter how magnanimous or kind I am, I still can't let you glance at me. So I want him dead. A slave's child is still a slave; killing him is no loss!"
"Shut up! Don't you dare call him a lowly slave!"
Song Fengzhi interrupted the princess, looking at her with a gloomy gaze and speaking coldly, his tone revealing a hint of bloodlust, which made her feel a little scared.
"Brother Fengzhi..."
The princess saw the ruthlessness in Song Fengzhi's eyes. She stood up from the ground, crying, walked up to him, and said, "Are we, who grew up together, not as good as someone we've only known for a few months?"
“Brother Fengzhi, I love you. I’ve loved you since I was little…” The princess lowered her head, her voice choked with emotion. “My dream since I was little has been to be your wife and grow old with you.”
"I've told you before, I only ever thought of you as a younger sister."
Song Fengzhi softened because he couldn't bear to see anyone cry, especially since the person was his childhood sweetheart, the princess.
He took a step forward, put down his sword, and reached out to comfort the princess. But just as his hand was about to touch her, the princess suddenly raised her head. Her pure eyes revealed a sinister and coldness that was very incongruous with her age. Her face was no longer filled with fear, but with a smile that was somewhat terrifying.
"You devil, I won't let you hurt my father!"
As he spoke, he swiftly drew a dagger hidden in his sleeve and stabbed it into Song Fengzhi's abdomen.
I'm sorry, my dearest brother Fengzhi. I love you so much, but you love the son of a lowly slave. You have trampled my love for you cruelly. In your heart, I am like the dust in front of the hall, worthless...
Since I cannot have your love in life, let's start over after we die...
Xiao Yi's knife flew swiftly toward the princess's neck.
"Don't hurt her~" Song Fengzhi had barely finished speaking when everything happened too fast. Before Chu Jiu could stop, bright red blood gushed out.
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