The daughter of a genius doctor
Finally, both of them stopped moving!
The tip of Xuan Tianye's sword had already reached Feng Yuheng's throat, almost touching her throat, but it was just a tiny bit away, just a tiny bit of distance, but it stopped abruptly.
He had no choice but to stop, because Feng Yuheng's whip had been retracted to its limit at this time, and Xuan Tianye was wrapped up like a silkworm pupa, from head to toe, unable to move.
Feng Yuheng still had that sinister smile on his face. He reached out his hand and gently pushed the sword away. Then, without even looking at him, he began to study the sword.
She looked left and right, puzzled. "Didn't Third Brother say he wanted to compete with me in sword fighting? He also said that although your sword is sharp, my whip is longer, so neither of us will suffer. So what's going on now?"
As she spoke, she twisted the whip in her hand again. Xuan Tianye was almost strangled to death by her. He used his internal force to try to break the whip, but found that it was futile.
Feng Yuheng reminded him: "Third brother, you better be careful. Not to mention whether you can break free, even if you do, Xuan Tianming's whip will be damaged and he will have to ask you to pay for it."
Xuan Tianye's heart shuddered. Xuan Tianming's whip? Look again, isn't it? The whip with hidden barbs glowing coldly, so flexible that it can't be cut even with a knife, and the whip body that smells bloody all the time after being whipped for a long time... He had felt familiar with it a long time ago, but he was too angry to think about it. Now it seems that Lao Jiu gave his favorite and best whip to his wife.
"A prince of a country, a dignified King Xiang, is fighting with a little girl who hasn't even celebrated her thirteenth birthday, and he even uses hidden weapons. How shameless." Feng Yuheng scolded him without any consideration. Although the blood color in his eyes had faded, it was covered with a layer of deep contempt.
He pulled the whip in his hand again, tighter. The bloodstains on Xuan Tianye's body became deeper, one after another, and were about to form a river.
Feng Yuheng just looked at him without saying anything, his eyes changing from contempt to silence, then from silence to indifference, then to viciousness and cruelty, and finally, a strong murderous intent was revealed.
Xuan Tianye received the message from her eyes, and two big words immediately flashed in his mind - It's over!
Sure enough, the whip in Feng Yuheng's hand twisted in circles, faster and faster. The whip tightened on his body, from skin to flesh, from flesh to bones, the flesh rotted and blood flowed, and finally, the sound of bones breaking was heard.
Xuan Tianye was in so much pain that he even broke several of his teeth, but he still couldn't stop the pain.
The massive loss of blood made him feel more and more dizzy, and he almost fainted several times. But every time he was about to faint, Feng Yuheng would tighten the whip with more force, and the pain would make him shudder and come back to his senses.
This was simply inhumane violence. Xuan Tianye felt ashamed and angry, and his veins bulged. He could no longer bear the torture and blurted out, "Kill me! You kill me!"
Feng Yuheng pointed at his whip and said, "Isn't it killing right now? It's just that Ah Heng has never killed anyone before, so he is not as skilled as Third Brother, so he kills more slowly. Third Brother, if you hold back a little longer, you will die soon."
She said it as if she was killing a pig, and it was about to die. Xuan Tianye also knew that he was about to die. The bones in his body were broken and there were few good ones left, especially his knees. He could feel that they were almost broken. If he hadn't been wrapped in the whip, he wouldn't be able to stand at all.
He was not afraid of death, but he was unwilling to die like this. He had been strategizing for many years, and there were still a large number of troops stockpiled in Ganzhou waiting for him to deploy. What would it matter if he died in the hands of a little man at this time?
What's more, there were so many people watching. There were people from the Feng family, the head of Qian Zhou, the servants of the Xiang Palace, and the legal wife whom he wanted to kill. These people watched him being humiliated by a little girl, which was more painful than taking his life.
Xuan Tianye wanted to open his mouth and curse Feng Yuheng, but unfortunately, a part of the whip was drawn up to his throat, so that he could only make "ah ah" sounds and could not say a word.
Finally, his vision became blurred, his consciousness became muddy, and the pain in his body became numb. No matter how much Feng Yuheng twisted the whip, he would not feel any more pain.
Xuan Tianye knew that he was about to die, finally about to die.
However, it was too uncomfortable to watch helplessly. Pain, fear, and humiliation coexisted. Even Xuan Tianye's defenses completely collapsed. He had to admit that this man from the Feng family was a perfect match for Lao Jiu. When it came to torturing people, one was better than the other, with a variety of tricks and new moves emerging one after another.
He exhaled the last breath in his chest, tried hard to open his eyes, and took a last look at the sky that was no longer clear through his blurry vision. Then his eyelids gradually drooped and slowly closed.
Just die like this! He thought, maybe he would never have the chance to be the emperor in this life, but he really wanted to know how to explain to the old man in the palace that he was killed so blatantly? The old man had always disliked him, but it would be embarrassing for his son to be killed, right?
He thought in a daze, his consciousness gradually faded, and finally, he didn't even have the energy to meditate.
The moment Xuan Tianye's head dropped, Xiang, who was standing on the steps of Prince Xiang's mansion, suddenly felt weak in the legs and fell to the ground. Someone around her hurried to help her, but she said, "It's better to die. If I die, I will never hurt me again, and I will never hurt others again."
At this moment, Kang Yi's thoughts were: Xuan Tianye was dead, who should Qian Zhou find to join forces again? Qian Zhou was determined to win the three states in the northern border of Dashun, and Xin must be Qian Zhou's ally.
Feng Jinyuan's thoughts were: Xuan Tianye is dead? The prince he spent so much money to support is dead? Can he get the money he spent back?
At this moment, everyone had something on their mind. Even the servants in Prince Xiang's mansion were thinking, now that their master was dead, what should they do?
The lawyer who helped to file the lawsuit was shaking in his legs. He was a lawyer, a counselor, and an aide. He knew too much about Xuan Tianye. Once Xuan Tianye died, there were so many people who wanted to kill him. Could he escape?
But only Feng Yuheng knew that Xuan Tianye was not dead!
He still had a heartbeat, and she still had a pulse. It wasn't that she was merciful, she was just thinking, if she just killed a prince like this, wouldn't it be a blatant provocation? Although she had a letter of challenge in her hand, if she turned against him, he would kill her for any reason, regardless of whether she was alive or not.
Of course, she didn't think she would die. If things really didn't work out, she could still save her life. Even if she stayed there, she could still outlive Tianwu to death.
But what about Xuan Tianming?
She couldn't let Xuan Tianming follow her in and hide there, right? Wouldn't it be suffocating to death if he hid there alone?
In his heart, he favored Xuan Tianming, and gave him a lot of help and support, but it also depended on Xuan Tianming himself to do well. Without the military exploits in the northwest, and without the secret help of the ministers, it would be useless even if the emperor favored this ninth son.
She couldn't let Xuan Tianming's efforts over the years go to waste just because of her momentary anger. Falling out with him was the last resort. As long as there were other tricks, she didn't want Xuan Tianming's current situation to change.
As he was thinking, he subconsciously loosened the whip in his hand a little, and the man, who had already drooped his head, actually took another half breath.
But no one expected that at this moment, Xiang, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly got up and rushed towards her. As soon as she got close, she tightly grasped Feng Yuheng's whip, not caring that the barbs on it pierced her hands and made them bleed. She just desperately pulled the whip tighter, saying as she pulled: "Ah Heng, Third Sister-in-law knows that you have been beaten for too long and have no strength. It doesn't matter, you don't have the strength, but Third Sister-in-law does, Third Sister-in-law will help you pull it! Third Sister-in-law will help you strangle him to death!"
Everyone was stunned. Although everyone knew that King Xiang and Xiang were not on good terms with each other, no one expected that Xiang hated him to this extent!
As soon as she did this, the people in Prince Xiang's mansion could no longer sit idly by, and the housekeeper and the guard immediately rushed over and tried their best to pull Xiang away. The little one was also smart, and while pulling, he said, "Are you sick again? This is it! Wake up!"
The word "illness" helped Xiang to absolve herself of the blame. Even if the emperor asked about it in the future, what could a sick person have to do with her?
Feng Yuheng no longer used much strength at this time, but just held the whip handle, and all the strength came from Xiang. She knew that her sister-in-law hated Xuan Tianye to death, and she was also considering in her heart, if the third prince died at Xiang's hands, would she be considered to be free of guilt?
But she thought about it again and felt unwilling to give up. She wanted revenge, and it would only count as revenge if the enemy died in her own hands. It would not be satisfying to let others do it.
As she thought about it, she suddenly stretched out her hand and tapped the acupoint on Xiang's wrist. Xiang felt his wrist ache and could no longer hold the whip, so he let it go. After letting it go, he wanted to hold it again, but he had already been carried back to the mansion by a group of servants.
People heard Xiang's shrill voice coming out in waves - "Ah Heng, kill him! Kill him! Xuan Tianye doesn't deserve to live! You must kill him!"
Feng Jinyuan spoke up next, but in a reverse way: "Ah Heng, think twice, you have to think twice!" As he spoke, he pulled Kang Yi hard, wanting Kang Yi to follow suit and say a few words to persuade him, at least to delay time. He had just quietly sent someone to pass on the message to the palace.
But Kang Yi didn't react at all. He just stared at the two people in front of him, a little absent-minded.
At this time, what's the point of her not speaking? The Third Prince was injured like this, let alone Feng Yuheng would spare his life. Even if he was spared, would he still have hope of recovery? If he couldn't recover, what was the difference between being alive and dead?
Feng Yuheng took a deep breath and pulled the whip in her hand tighter. She was thinking one last time: kill him, or keep him?
At this moment, there was a sudden strong wind behind her. She subconsciously wanted to hide, but she felt that although the wind was coming towards her, it had no malicious intent, but rather a familiar feeling...
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