Helan Qin'er thought for a while and suddenly remembered the Hua Shang she saw when she woke up this morning.
She smiled at him sheepishly, "Your Highness, please do one more thing for Qin'er before leaving Fengdu."
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Inside the prison, there were faint screams.
The humid air is filled with the smell of decay and blood.
The dark cell, with flickering lights flashing despair.
Being here, there is only endless suffering.
It's like falling into Shura Hell.
Standing next to Feng Ruohen, Sikong Ling looked at the bloody body on the torture device in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out and cover his mouth and nose with his sleeves.
Even Lord Sikong, the most cunning person in Feng Kingdom, sincerely admires him for being able to hold on to this level without uttering a single word.
However, the face of the Prince Regent, who was sitting in front of him and interrogating him in person, was...even more ugly.
I really agreed with Chu Jia's words. I wonder if Prince Ruohen is in a bad mood today because he gave Lan Qin to the good-for-nothing prince Nusha.
Even his well-mannered retainers could feel the different murderous aura emanating from that man's body.
Since you can’t bear to part with it, why give it away?
What a strange person...
Just when the last assassin breathed his last, the envoy from Nusha Posthouse came to visit in person and politely brought Wujia's reply.
'The prince has received the kindness of the Regent of Feng Country, and returned it in detail. The beauty has been sent back, and the good relations between the two countries will continue as usual.'
The good intentions have been received, and the fine work has been returned, and the beauty... has been sent back.
Lowering his gloomy eyebrows, Feng Ruohen fell into deep thought.
Send it back, intact or broken.
Dead, or...alive?
Chu Jia noticed something was wrong with him and winked at Sikong Ling.
"Your Majesty." I shouldn't have asked more. It's rare to see a woman move Feng Ruohen's face. Lord Sikong was puzzled, "Since you don't want to part with her, why did your Majesty give her to Prince Nusha?"
He was slightly startled, did he let others see it?
That's all, a very shallow, emotionless smile slipped across his face, "She reminds me of an old friend."
In my mind, a faint figure vaguely appeared, so light and graceful, like a butterfly passing by, and like the petals of pear flowers flying in the palace when the flowers bloom in spring.