Jiang Yanxi's pupils trembled, and bit her lower lip and said, "Why did Your Majesty suddenly ask this?"

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

He forced himself to sit up from the bed, with a deep sense of mockery in his eyes: "When will you pretend?"

The bright yellow brocade quilt slid off him, and the same bright yellow silk bedclothes were worn on him, but under the clothes were empty, as if only a skeleton was left. He struggled to lift one of his hands.

Because he was so thin, his five fingers seemed particularly slender, and the skin on the back of his hand was wrinkled against the bones. It was impossible to tell at all that it was a pair of hands that could hold a bow and hold a sword.

"In my life, I never thought that one day I would become like a ghost." He sneered: "I have prepared all the poisons, but I still drink those soups every day to survive, just thinking about seeing you one more day..."

"How could you, the princess of the previous dynasty, most hoped that I would die." Feng Shiyan laughed so hard that tears were almost coming out, and the ends of his eyes were scarlet.

"What do you think of me as I was tortured by snake venom? Are you satisfied?" He tried to move his body to her, with hatred and grief in his eyes: "If you have the heart, even if it is a stone, I should warm you up."

"Jiang Yanxi, you often scold me for being heartless. You are the one who is really heartless, right?" His mocking in his eyes: "You should just give me a knife, but that will make you feel better..."

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 later.

When Feng Shiyan tried to get up and approach her, but fell on the couch because he was exhausted and still crawling towards her, he took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

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

The bed was a height above the ground. Feng Shiyan's body stretched out of the dragon couch, and his center of gravity rolled to the ground unsteadily. His bones wrapped in flesh fell to the ground. The stinging pain from the joints was not as good as the pain in his heart.

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

"I have been sorry to the world in this life, but I have never felt sorry to you!"

Speaking of the latter, he had already started to hemorrhage in his mouth: "Jiang Yanxi, you have such a cruel heart!"

Jiang Yanxi did not dare to approach him, so he collapsed and cried: "What do you want me? My parents died at the hands of your father, and the throne you conferred from the previous dynasty was also taken away by the previous dynasty! I was covered with blood from the royal family of the previous dynasty. I was born to have a way to go besides besides taking revenge?"

"No! I have always been like the puppets in shadow puppets, and there has never been anything I can choose!"

"I was treated as a concubine and gave birth to a daughter, treated harshly by my mistress, and bullied by my direct descendants in my family. When I thought I could resist, I learned that this identity was simply fake! I have been wronged for more than ten years and I have no right to hate him! God has left all the injustice to me! The person I hate cannot hate, and the person I love cannot love. Tell me, what can I do in this life?"

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

The water in her eyes was not dry, but there was only a dead despair in her eyes: "Feng Shiyan, we have been wrong since we met."

If there were no such entanglements, even if you later find out that he was an enemy, killing him or being killed by him would not be so painful.

"Wow," Feng Shiyan's bloody mouth curled up high, and tears seemed to flash in his eyes.

He has never cried since he can remember it. It is difficult to be the Lord of the Eastern Palace, not to mention that he is just the orphan of the prince, and he has been walking on the tip of a knife every step of the past few years.

Who can’t act if a person born in the palace is born?

Every word I said and every expression on my face was revealed after careful consideration.

There is no mercy in power and no so-called openness and integrity.

The layer of bones piled at the bottom of the throne is a fool who still wants to be open and honest in power.

Whoever has more mind and more ruthless means can climb higher?

Before meeting Jiang Yanxi, he had always done a good job, and he thought he would always be heartbroken.

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

Feng Shiyan's eyes were congested, and the white parts of his eyes were densely covered with blood, and a scarlet red.

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

He had never tied his hair up since he was ill in bed. His hair was now scattered around him, and some were stained with the blood he vomited. His face was pale and his eyes were ruthless and crazy.

His other hand, which was hidden under his broad sleeve, had already been caught in blood, and blood even overflowed through the gaps in his tight knuckles and dripped on the black floor tiles.

Jiang Yanxi was frightened by his appearance, tears flowed down her face, and subconsciously supported her hands with her back.

Feng Shiyan's hand holding the sword was shaking, and his eyes were filled with thoughts. He used the tip of the sword to lift Jiang Yanxi's jaw.

"Jiang Yanxi, have you ever loved me?"

The voice was hoarse and trembling, as if crying.

Why did Feng Shiyan cry?

The tyrant who murdered people.

For a moment, Jiang Yanxi felt that his thoughts were really ridiculous, but when he looked up and saw Feng Shiyan's scarlet eyes also overflowing with water, he felt like he was being pulled hard by something.

It turns out that Feng Shiyan would cry too.

He has never had any weakness in his life, except her.

Jiang Yanxi felt that her heart was suffocating and the pain spread to her throat, as if she had torn apart the flesh and blood, making her tears even harder, and everything in front of her became blurred.

"No." She heard herself say this.

It would be ridiculous to have come to this point and say love again.

Not all feelings need a name.

Feng Shiyan's hand holding the sword was shaking violently, and he smiled paranoidly: "You lied to me, you said that you will be with me in the next life."

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

This was like crushing the last straw of the camel. A ruthless decision flashed in Feng Shiyan's eyes, "No one has ever dared to fool me so much!"

When Jiang Yanxi raised the sword in his hand and swung it down hard, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

However, the expected pain did not come. Instead, her tortoiseshell head was cut off to the ground by the sword, and a strand of broken hair was also cut off. The long hair was no longer bound and was dispersed in chaos.

Jiang Yanyi was trembling all over. When she opened her eyes again, tears rustled. This time it was not caused by sadness, but by the instinctive fear of her body.

Feng Shiyan was still holding the Longquan sword in his hand, turning his face to the side, and his thin lips were coldly spitting out a few words: "Get out, don't ask me to see you again!"

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

Feng Shiyan knew her identity and must also know their plan to escape tonight.

Now she is let go...

Jiang Yanxi looked back at the direction of the Yangxin Palace and covered her mouth with her hands. Tears surged wildly, and the pain was heartbreaking, but she couldn't even make a sound of choking.

The palace servants who met her along the way would automatically make way. I wonder what happened to her that she looked embarrassed and looked different.

After Jiang Yanxi left the hall gate, Feng Shiyan could no longer hold on. He knelt on the ground with a sword, and kept vomiting blood from his mouth. His bloody hand picked up the broken strand of Jiang Yanxi's hair, squeezed it tightly into his palm, and pressed it in his chest. A laugh that was even worse than crying echoed throughout the lifeless bedroom.

Although leaving the palace was one hour later than the original plan, Jiang Yanxi still pretended to be a little eunuch and walked towards the palace gate with her former subordinate. Her eyes were so red and swollen that she could not cover her face with embarrassment and haggardness.

The eunuch who led the lead showed the token for the guard at the palace gate and stuffed a bulging purse. The guard looked at the number of eunuchs perfunctorily and made a gesture of letting go.

The stool buckets in the palace are sent outside the palace at these few hours every day.

The former subordinate of the former dynasty who dressed as a eunuch was about to leave the palace, but a deep shout came from behind: "Stop."

The eldest princess walked towards this side in a green feather palace outfit, her face as ugly as ever before. The eyes of the eunuchs who left the palace seemed to be like a sharp knife.

"See the Great Princess." When the guard saw that it was the Great Princess, he quickly saluted.

Feng Shiyan had not been to court for several months, and the affairs in the court and the palace were done by the Grand Princess, so the guards naturally did not dare to offend the Grand Princess.

"Take all these people to the Heavenly Prison!" If the eyes could kill people, the eldest princess would probably have cut these people into pieces.

The old subordinates of the previous dynasty all felt a terrified heart, and those who were good at martial arts were touching the weapons hidden on them.

The guards didn't know why the eldest princess was furious at the eunuch who transported the sludge, but they were still ready to obey orders.

When a fight was about to break out, the Imperial Army commander rushed over and clasped his fists at the eldest princess and said, "Grand Princess, Your Majesty has just coughed up blood. Go to the Yangxin Palace to take a look!"

The eldest princess knew that Feng Shiyan's body was almost exhausted. She looked at Jiang Yanxi, who was pretending to be a eunuch and mixed in the crowd, with a murderous intent in her eyes: "Then please trouble Commander Xiao to take these bastards to the Heavenly Prison in person!"

From the moment she knew that Jiang Yanxi was the princess of the previous dynasty and the old subordinates of the previous dynasty planned to poison Feng Shiyan, she had the heart of Jiang Yanxi.

Jiang Yanxi was trembling by the look of the eldest princess. She lowered her head and did not dare to look over there. She was also afraid of why the eldest princess appeared here.

She naturally knew how much the eldest princess hated her.

The imperial guards were able to command the eldest princess, and they should hold their fists.

However, the eldest princess did not go to the Yangxin Palace immediately, but walked to Jiang Yanxi step by step, pinching Jiang Yanxi's cheeks hard, making her head look forced to raise her head, and her carefully maintained sharp and long nails almost pierced Jiang Yanxi's face.

Several former dynasty members who were following Jiang Yanxi planned to hijack the eldest princess. Before the sword was pulled out, the eldest princess's guards slashed their heads with a sword.

Everyone present cried softly, and even the imperial guards who were used to killing suddenly saw the heads rolling on the ground, they couldn't help but feel a little scared.

The eldest princess and Jiang Yanxi stood beside each other, and the blood spurted out on their dresses, and even some blood stains were stained on their faces.

Jiang Yanxi's eyes were all horror, but in the eyes of the eldest princess, there was only the ruthlessness that wished she could be eaten alive.

"The beastly things that the foolish monarch did during his reign in the previous dynasty were worthy of the revenge. For tooth and for eye for eye, you have fallen into my hands now. The sufferings that Yan'er suffered from being venomous by snake venom will be returned to you more than once!"

When she withdrew her hand, she took the handkerchief handed by the maid on the side and wiped it gently, as if she had something dirty.

Jiang Yanxi's skin color is as beautiful as cow's milk, and the red marks on his face that were pinched by his nails were particularly eye-catching.

Looking at the eldest princess's back as she moved away, she was almost unable to stand.

When the eldest princess rushed to the Yangxin Hall, the imperial physicians had already left. Feng Shiyan did not lie on the dragon bed, but sat rarely behind the dragon case.

His complexion was obviously worse than before, but whenever he sat behind Zhang Long's case, his spine was straight.
To be continued...