Yang Chengrong still wanted to persuade Long Xuanmo but suddenly felt her sleeve being gently tugged. Turning her gaze, she saw Hua Ziyu subtly shaking his head, and her expression immediately turned stern.
Even if Zhang Meixing was wrong, her crime did not warrant death!
These princes took her life so easily, clearly disregarding the lives of commoners as nothing significant, indeed as arrogant as her sister had described.
Hua Ziyu realized that Yang Chengrong had misunderstood him, but he did not explain, only looking at Long Xuanmo with a profound expression, "Prince, Ms. Yang has always been kind-hearted and disinclined to kill. May I ask the Prince to consider Ms. Yang’s wishes and opt for a lesser punishment instead of a grave one?"
From a young age, the cousin had always kept his distance from women, especially loathing those moon-eyed with infatuation for him, and it was no wonder he was uncontrollably enraged by Zhang Meixing’s drooling over him.
Once the cousin grew angry, not to mention himself and Yang Chengrong, even the Emperor could do nothing about it.
However, from his observations, it seemed that the cousin did indeed care quite a bit for Ms. Yang. He hoped the cousin would calm his wrath for the sake of Ms. Yang.
To be kind and compassionate to others yet cold and indifferent to him, Long Xuanmo undoubtedly felt extremely resentful inside.
Hearing Yang Chengrong and Hua Ziyu both address that man as ’Prince’, Madam Zhang Liao and Zhang Meixing couldn’t help but turn deathly pale with fright, trembling all over.
As for Zhang Meiju, who had just regained her composure, her eyes shone with a crafty glint as she twisted her willowy waist and approached Long Xuanmo, her voice deliberately soft and syrupy, "Young Miss Zhang Meiju pays her respects to the Prince. My younger sister is foolish and has offended the Prince. I beg the Prince to forgive her. This young lady will never forget Your Highness’s great kindness and grace!" Having said this, she curtsied to Long Xuanmo with alluring charm yet, for some unknown reason, suddenly stumbled and fell right towards Long Xuanmo’s embrace.
She was very clear that as long as she flaunted her graceful waist movements, combined with her soft and sweet voice, the young men of the village would be entirely captivated by her. The Prince, being a man, would surely be no match for her allure.
Once she became the Prince’s woman, who would dare to look down on her then? As for Yang Chengrong, what was she but something not even worthy to carry her shoes?
Zhang Meixing, her sister for many years, knew all too well that Zhang Meiju was not pleading out of kindness. Seeing Zhang Meiju throwing herself at the Prince’s embrace filled her with rage and clenched teeth, wishing she could go up and tear apart Zhang Meiju’s deceitful, beautiful face.
The Prince belonged to her, and this vile woman dared to compete with her for the Prince; she deserved to die!
Zhang Meixing, overwhelmed with jealousy and annoyance, not only forgot how Long Xuanmo had just ordered her execution, but also lost all fear, focusing solely on how she would deal with Zhang Meiju once back home.
Madam Zhang Liao’s face lit up at the sight; her eldest daughter was truly clever and astute. If only she could secure the Prince, their Zhang family would soon soar to great heights.
Long Xuanmo had seen through Zhang Meiju’s little tricks. Initially, he had planned to let the woman go after his cousin advised him, but her sister now shamelessly flaunted herself in front of him. His handsome face instantly turned icy cold, rage bubbling within him as he kicked Zhang Meiju away with a swift move of his foot.
Zhang Meiju was fully convinced the Prince would catch her, perhaps even tenderly inquire if she was feeling unwell. Instead, without a word, the Prince kicked her away, leaving her stunned until the sharp pain kicked in, bringing her back to reality.
"Prince, spare my life! I beg the Prince to spare my life!"
How could this Prince, being a man, be so ruthless towards such a beautiful and delicate woman? No, it was not a ruthless hand; it was a ruthless foot! It was agonizingly painful.
Madam Zhang Liao was also stunned. Far from clinging to the Prince, her eldest daughter had been kicked away by him. Had she not luckily landed on a pile of sand, she would have been severely injured.
On the other hand, Zhang Meixing saw this with schadenfreude. That lowlife, trying to steal the Prince from her, she got what she deserved, right? It served her right!
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