Song Ke'er rushed towards Jun Zimo in a hurry, sweating profusely, obviously trying her best to get there. Behind her, the emperor and empress of Cang Yue and Song Li'er followed.
"Zimo, please spare my brother, okay?"
Song Ke'er was really anxious and didn't care about anything. She rushed in front of Jun Zimo and grabbed his hand a little abnormally, with a pleading look on her face.
Jun Zimo looked at the pale and pitiful Song Ke'er in front of him. He still couldn't bear to take her hand without leaving a trace and took a few steps back.
"Ke'er, he must die!"
Jun Zimo didn't dodge his eyes, he looked steadily at Song Ke'er, who was already ashen-faced, and slowly told Song Jing's final fate.
"Zimo, for the sake of our friendship over the past ten years, can you let my brother go? After all, he is the only root of Shi Cang Yue. If he is to die, my father, queen and mother will not be able to live either."
The tears in Song Keer's eyes began to fall, making her beautiful little face look even more pitiful. She looked at Jun Zimo, her eyes were sad, and her heart was even more painful.
How could she accept the cruel reality that the man she loved most in her life would become her enemy to destroy the country for another woman?
"Ke'er, anyone can be spared, but not him."
The silver sword in Jun Zimo's hand shone with a strange light, pointing straight at Song Jing, who had been helped up by the emperor and empress of Cang Yue. There was no room for negotiation.
"Then you kill me and exchange my life for my brother's, okay?"
Now that love has been shattered, and since this man no longer misses the old love, she is willing to use her own life to exchange for her brother's safety. At least, if her brother is alive, Cang Yue may have a chance to turn around. If her brother dies, Cang Yue will never be able to stand up again.
No future
"Ke'er, some things can't be solved with just a word or a request from you."
Jun Zimo turned his head away, not wanting to look at her pleading face. Even if he didn't love this woman, but after ten years of friendship, seeing her standing so humbly in front of him, he would still feel uncomfortable in his heart.
"Zimo, do you have to be so ruthless? Cang Yue is already yours, aren't you even willing to give us a way to survive?"
Song Ke'er bit her lower lip fiercely. She knew that the man in front of her would never change anything she decided. Even if she was kneeling on the ground and begging him, it would be of no use.
"Heartless? When he threw the Seven-tailed Grass into the abyss without caring about my life or death, forcing Chu Chu to jump without even caring about the child in her belly, he should have thought that such a day would come."
Jun Zimo's words slowly rang in Song Ke'er's ears like a reminder. She took a few steps back and her body was a little shaky, but she suppressed the grief in her heart and stood firm.
What her brother did to Ling Chuchu was indeed too much. When Jun Zimo said this, she didn't know what to say or what reason she should have to save her brother's life.
"Zimo, for the sake of the good relationship between the two countries, please spare Jing'er, and we will all kneel down in front of you."
Cang Yue's emperor suddenly spoke, bursting into tears, and pulled the queen to kneel down. He was such a son, and he really couldn't bear to have a white-haired man give away a black-haired man. Jing'er was Cang Yue's only hope. If Jing'er died,
, what future does Cang Yue have?
"Father, mother, you, what are you doing?"
When Song Jing saw that his parents had knelt down for the first time in order to save his own life, the resentment in his heart became even more profound. He wanted to step forward to help him up, but he couldn't move forward.
"Your Majesty, Queen, please get up quickly"
Junzi Mo saw the two old people kneeling down together, and quickly stepped forward to help them up personally. No matter what, these are elders, and they have no fault themselves.
"Zimo, we only have one son. If he makes any mistakes, we will make amends for him. Just be generous and spare his life."
The Queen of Cang Yue had already burst into tears, sobbing and pleading. The grace and splendor of the past were gone. Now she was just an old man who would do anything to keep her son alive.
"Your Majesty and Queen, I will not embarrass you, nor will I embarrass anyone in Cang Yue who sincerely submits to Nan Zhao. This is the limit of what I can do. But Song Jing must die."
Jun Zimo hesitated for a few seconds, then finished his words with a hard heart, risking his future and agreeing to Chu Chu's matter. He must do it, and Chu Chu could agree to let everyone go except Song Jing.
It's not easy, he can't ask too much of her
"Zimo, you, you kid, are trying to push our family to death! Cang Yue is already yours, why are you still so aggressive?"
Seeing that his pleas were in vain, Emperor Cang Yue shed even more tears. He never imagined that Cang Yue would destroy his country during his reign. How could an old man like him bear the pain of subjugation?
"Junzi Mo, take action quickly. If you continue like this, it will get dark."
Xue Lengqing looked at the sky impatiently. Song Jing was bound to die anyway, and even if these people kept crying like this, it was impossible to change this fact.
"Yeah, if you can't do it, just let me do it."
Hua Zefeng's words were also indifferent. It's not that they are cruel, but in this troubled world, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This is an unchanging law. If you lose, you must be prepared to die.
"You, you..."
Song Ke'er's heart throbbed, and her thin white fingers pointed at the two men beside her, trembling all over, but she couldn't say anything, but deep in her heart, a hatred slowly began to accumulate, and it continued to expand.
"Hua Zefeng, let him take Duanhunsan"
Ling Chuchu had a cold face, without any expression on her face. She had already expected Zimo's reaction to the scene before her. She also roughly guessed that he would be able to face Emperor Cangyue and Queen Cangyue's plea.
Still unmoved, she was already very satisfied
Those decisive words also foreshadowed that Song Jing's life was about to come to an end, and he would become the lowest ghost in the four realms from now on.
"Hahaha, Ling Chuchu, you are so cruel. You are indeed the most powerful woman I, Song Jing, have ever seen in my life. I died in your hands today, but there is nothing to be ashamed of."
Song Jing began to laugh wildly, and new blood began to gush out of his mouth. He picked up the silver sword on the ground, pointed it at his heart, and stabbed it hard.