Chapter 146

Jiang Yanxi's pupils trembled, and she bit her lip and said, "Your Majesty, why do you suddenly ask this?"

Feng Shiyan suddenly opened his eyes. He was so thin that his eye sockets were a little sunken. When he stared at someone, it was creepy.

He forced himself to sit up from the bed, with a deep mockery in his eyes: "How long are you going to pretend?"

The bright yellow quilt slipped off his body, and he was wearing the same bright yellow silk pajamas, but there was nothing under the clothes, as if only a skeleton was left. He struggled to raise one of his hands.

Because he was so skinny, his five fingers looked particularly slender. The wrinkles on the back of his hands were close to his bones, and there was no sign that they were hands that could once draw a bow or hold a sword.

"In my life, I never thought that one day I would become such a half-human, half-ghost appearance." He sneered: "I have prepared the poison, but I still drink those soups and soups every day to prolong my life, just thinking of seeing you one more day..." "

Who knew that the one who is most looking forward to my death is you, the princess of the previous dynasty." Feng Shiyan laughed so hard that tears were about to come out, and the corners of his eyes were bloodshot.

"How do you feel about watching me being tortured by snake venom like this? Are you satisfied?" He tried to move his body closer to her, with hatred and grief in his eyes: "If you have a heart, I should warm you up even if it's a stone."

"Jiang Yanxi, you often scold me for being heartless, but you are the one who is really heartless, right?" The mockery in his eyes became even stronger: "You should have stabbed me directly, it would be more comfortable..."

When Jiang Yanxi called out the words "Princess of the Former Dynasty", her hands and feet became cold, and her ears were buzzing. She couldn't hear what Feng Shuo said next.

Only when Feng Shiyan tried to get up and approach her, but fell on the couch due to exhaustion, and when he was about to crawl towards her, he took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

She looked at Feng Shiyan, opened her mouth and wanted to cry but couldn't make a sound, only tears fell down.

The bed was a little off the ground, and Feng Shiyan's body was half out of the bed. His body was unstable and fell to the ground. His bones, which were not covered with much flesh, fell to the ground, and the pain from his joints was not as great as the pain in his heart.

He smiled at Jiang Yanxi, his broken eyes full of stubbornness: "I like you so much, I will pick all the stars in the sky for you..."

"I have let down everyone in the world in my life, but I have never let you down!"

When he said the last part, blood began to flow from his mouth: "Jiang Yanxi, you have such a cruel heart!"

Jiang Yanxi did not dare to get close to him, and just broke down and cried: "What do you want from me? My parents died at the hands of your father, and your Feng family's throne was also seized from the previous dynasty! I have the blood of the royal family of the previous dynasty flowing in my body. Was there any other way for me to go except revenge when I was born?"

"No! My life has been like a puppet in a shadow play. There has never been anything I could choose!"

"I was treated as a concubine's daughter, was mistreated by the mistress, and was bullied by the legitimate family. When I thought I could resist, I found out that this identity was fake! I don't even have the right to hate the grievances of the past ten years! God has left all the injustices to me! I can't hate the people I hate, and I can't love the people I love. Tell me, what can I do in this life?"

After saying everything, Jiang Yanxi was not afraid of the ending.

The tears in her eyes were not dry, but there was only a dead despair in her eyes: "Feng Shiyan, we were wrong from the moment we met."

If there were no such entanglements, even if she knew he was an enemy later, it would not be so painful to kill him or be killed by him.

"Oh," Feng Shiyan raised the corners of his bloody mouth, and tears seemed to flash in his eyes.

He has never cried since he could remember. It is not easy to be the master of the East Palace, not to mention that he is just the orphan of the crown prince. Every step he has taken in these years has been on the edge of a knife.

Who born in the palace can't act?

Every word he says and every expression on his face are shown after careful consideration.

There is no mercy in power politics, nor is there such a thing as being upright.

The layer of bones piled at the bottom of the throne are the fools who still dream of being upright in power politics.

Whoever has more tricks and more cruel means can climb higher.

Before meeting Jiang Yanxi, he had always done well, and he thought he would always be hard-hearted.

But now, everything is too late. She is a bone-eating poison, and he is already terminally ill.

Feng Shiyan's eyes were bloodshot, and the whites of his eyes were also densely covered with bloodshot, a scarlet color.

He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he stood up with the help of Gao Ji, pulled out the Longquan sword hanging in front of the dragon bed, pointed the sharp sword tip directly at Jiang Yanxi's neck, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's indeed wrong, I should have killed you long ago."

He has not tied his hair since he was bedridden. Now his hair is messy and scattered around his body, and some of it is stained with the blood he vomited. His face is pale and his eyes are cruel and crazy.

His other hand hidden under his wide sleeves, the palm of his hand has been scratched with blood, and there is even blood flowing out from the gaps between his tightly clenched knuckles and dripping onto the dark blue floor tiles.

Jiang Yanxi was frightened by his appearance, tears streaming down her face. She subconsciously used her hands to support herself and backed away.

Feng Shiyan's hand holding the sword was shaking, and there was despair in his eyes. He lifted Jiang Yanxi's chin with the tip of the sword.

"Jiang Yanxi, have you ever loved me?"

His voice was hoarse and trembling, as if he was crying.

Why would Feng Shiyan cry?

That murderous tyrant.

For a moment, Jiang Yanxi thought her idea was ridiculous, but when she looked up and saw tears overflowing from Feng Shiyan's scarlet eyes, her heart seemed to be tugged by something.

It turns out that Feng Shiyan can cry too.

He has never had a soft spot in his life, except for her.

Jiang Yanxi felt a sharp pain in her chest, and the pain spread all the way to her throat, as if her flesh and blood were torn apart alive, making her tears flow more fiercely, and everything in front of her eyes became blurry.

"No." She heard herself say this.

It's ridiculous to talk about love at this point.

Not all feelings need a name.

Feng Shiyan's hand holding the sword was shaking violently, and he smiled a little stubbornly: "You lied to me, you said that you would be with me for the next life."

Jiang Yanxi choked and tried to smile at him: "Feng Shiyan, you also know that I was lying to you."

This was tantamount to the last straw that broke the camel's back. Feng Shiyan's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, "No one has ever dared to fool me to this extent!"

When the sword in her hand was raised and then swung down with force, Jiang Yanxi closed her eyes subconsciously.

However, the expected pain did not come. Instead, her tortoise-shell head was cut off to the ground by the sword, along with a strand of hair. Her long hair was no longer restrained and fell down in disorder.

Jiang Yanxi was trembling all over. When she opened her eyes again, tears fell straight down. This time it was not from sadness, but from the body's instinctive fear.

Feng Shiyan still held the Longquan sword in his hand. He turned his face coldly to one side and uttered a few words coldly from his thin lips: "Get out, and never let me see you again!"

When Jiang Yanxi came out of the Yangxin Palace, her whole mind was still blank.

Feng Shiyan knew her identity, and he must have known their plan to escape tonight.

But now he let her go...

Jiang Yanxi looked back in the direction of Yangxin Palace, covered her mouth with her hands, tears gushed out wildly, the pain was heart-wrenching, but she couldn't even utter a sob.

The palace people who met her along the way automatically made way for her. They didn't know what had happened to her that made her look like a wolf, and their expressions were different.

After Jiang Yanxi left the palace door, Feng Shiyan could no longer support himself. He knelt on the ground with his sword, spitting blood from his mouth. He picked up the strand of Jiang Yanxi's hair that was cut off with his bloody hand, clenched it tightly in his palm, and pressed it against his chest. A laugh that was uglier than crying echoed in the lifeless bedroom.

Although she left the palace an hour later than originally planned, Jiang Yanxi still dressed up as a little eunuch and followed the former officials to the palace gate. Her eyes were extremely red and swollen, and no matter how many layers of powder she put on, it couldn't cover up the haggardness and haggardness on her face. The

leading eunuch showed the guard the token at the palace gate and stuffed a bulging purse into his pocket. The guard perfunctorily looked at the number of eunuchs and made a gesture to let them go.

The swill buckets in the palace were sent out of the palace every day at these hours.

The former officials dressed as eunuchs were about to leave the palace when a deep shout came from behind: "Stop."

The Grand Princess came over in a green feather palace dress. Her face was uglier than ever before. Her eyes on the eunuchs leaving the palace were like a sharp knife.

"Greetings to the Grand Princess." The guards saluted when they saw it was the Grand Princess.

Feng Shiyan had not attended court for several months. The Grand Princess was in charge of all the affairs in the court and the palace. Naturally, the guards did not dare to offend the Grand Princess.

"Take all these people to the prison!" If looks could kill, the Grand Princess would have cut these people into pieces.

The former officials were all terrified, and those who knew martial arts had already reached for their weapons hidden on their bodies without making a sound.

The guards didn't know why the Grand Princess was so angry with the eunuchs who were transporting swill, but they were ready to follow orders.

When a fight was about to break out, the commander of the imperial guards came hurriedly with his men, clasped his fists and said to the Grand Princess: "Grand Princess, His Majesty just coughed up blood, please go to the Yangxin Palace and have a look!"

The Grand Princess knew that Feng Shiyan's body was almost exhausted. She glanced at Jiang Yanxi who was disguised as a eunuch in the crowd, and her eyes were murderous: "Then I'll trouble Commander Xiao to take these slaves to the Heavenly Prison in person!"

From the moment she knew that Jiang Yanxi was a princess of the previous dynasty and that the former dynasty's old subordinates had planned to poison Feng Shiyan, she had the intention to kill Jiang Yanxi.

Jiang Yanxi was trembling at the look of the Grand Princess. She lowered her head and dared not look over there. She was also afraid of why the Grand Princess appeared here.

She naturally knew how much the Grand Princess hated her.

The commander of the imperial guards received the Grand Princess's order and clasped his fists in response. However

, the Grand Princess did not go to Yangxin Palace immediately, but walked up to Jiang Yanxi step by step, pinched Jiang Yanxi's cheeks hard, forcing her to raise her head, and her carefully maintained sharp long nails almost pierced Jiang Yanxi's face.

Several former subordinates who followed Jiang Yanxi planned to kidnap the Grand Princess, but before they could draw their knives, they were chopped off on the head by the Grand Princess's guards.

Everyone present gasped, and even the imperial guards who were used to killing people were a little frightened when they saw the heads rolling to the ground.

The eldest princess and Jiang Yanxi stood by, and the blood spurted out splashed on their dresses and even their faces.

Jiang Yanxi's eyes were filled with fear, while the eldest princess's eyes were filled with cruelty that wanted to eat her alive.

"The beastly things done by the previous tyrant are worthy of you remnants clamoring for revenge? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Now that you have fallen into the hands of this princess, I will return to you double the suffering that Yan'er suffered from the snake venom!"

When she withdrew her hand, she took the handkerchief handed to her by the maid and wiped her hand carefully, as if it was stained with something dirty.

Jiang Yanxi's complexion was as white as milk, and the red marks on her face from being pinched by fingernails were particularly eye-catching.

Looking at the back of the eldest princess as she walked away, she was shaking so much that she could hardly stand.

When the eldest princess hurried to the Yangxin Palace, the imperial doctors had already left. Feng Shiyan did not lie on the dragon bed, but sat behind the dragon table, which was rare.

His complexion was obviously worse than before, but no matter when, as long as he sat behind the dragon table, his back was straight.

On the dragon table was spread the map of mountains and rivers of the Great Xuan Dynasty. While Feng Shiyan was reading it, he was carefully tracing something on the map with his slender fingers. The other hand was covered to his lips, and he was coughing heart-wrenchingly. The

eldest princess looked at his figure under several rows of huge candles, and couldn't help but tears in her eyes.

The eldest princess couldn't remember whether the back figure looked more like her deceased brother or the late emperor when he was young.

Feng Shiyan grew up under her watch. He was mature since childhood and resembled the late emperor in character when he grew up. This was one of the reasons why the late emperor doted on him so much.

Feng Shiyan was coughing so hard that he could hardly breathe. He sent the servants away again. After he coughed up blood again, the Grand Princess came to her senses and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, shouting to the outside of the palace: "Someone, call the doctor quickly!"

Feng Shiyan then realized that the Grand Princess was already in the palace. He looked at the picture of mountains and rivers stained red by the blood he coughed up, and smiled: "Aunt, look, what a beautiful country."

The Grand Princess tried hard to hold back her tears and finally burst out: "Yan'er!"

There was a hint of loneliness in Feng Shiyan's eyes: "My life has ended like this. I'm afraid that I will be laughed at a hundred years later."

"I said it a long time ago, it's a disaster! She has hurt you so much, and you still want to let her out of the palace. Yan'er, how long are you going to be obsessed with it?" The Grand Princess said with great sorrow.

Feng Shiyan said: "I took over the throne from my grandfather, so I should bear the retribution for him."

The eldest princess burst into tears without saying a word. In the past, the late emperor rebelled against the previous dynasty and massacred all the royal family members of the previous dynasty.

It is said that retribution is always the result of karma. However, when the so-called retribution really falls on one's blood relatives, the feeling is still indescribable.

Feng Shiyan slowly raised his head, looked at the eldest princess and said, "My aunt is my only relative in this world. When I am gone, I still hope that my aunt is well." "

The Huai Wang line has no foundation. Although it is easy to control, after the Huai Wang prince ascends the throne, the whole court will not be peaceful for long. As for the emperor's uncle... at this point, he will definitely not bow his head."

"I have always been jealous of my uncle, but I have to admit that this country can only be truly stable if it falls into his hands. This final battle is between him and me. Instead of waiting for me to lose... and my aunt to become a prisoner, my aunt should turn to my uncle now, so that she can still be glorious in this imperial city in the future."

He handed the imperial edict he had prepared early in the morning to the eldest princess and smiled bitterly: "Aunt, this is all I can do for you."

The edict stated that Yunzhou would be given to the eldest princess. If the eldest princess surrendered to Feng Shuo with Yunzhou, her glory would only be greater than it is now after the world is settled.

The eldest princess burst into tears while holding the imperial edict: "Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Feng Shiyan looked at her and said: "Aunt, I know everything about Chu Changping leaving the capital."

This was the first time he made it clear.

The eyes of the Grand Princess were filled with guilt, and she had so many words stuck in her throat. In the end, she could only say one sentence: "I'm sorry, Yan'er..."

Feng Shiyan's expression was surprisingly calm: "You go find him, and I will accompany my uncle to finish the rest of the game."

The Grand Princess shook her head, picked up the imperial edict, lit it on the candle, and threw it on the ground, as if she had burned all her delusions and unwillingness into ashes: "As long as this dynasty exists, I will still be the Grand Princess of Jingguo appointed by your Majesty. When your Majesty ascended the throne, I stood behind you, and now, I am still standing behind your Majesty."

The imperial edict burned, and only a pile of ash remained under the jade steps.

She said: "People who have never been together from the beginning will never be together in the future. Yan'er, your aunt will only be sorry to you once in her life."