"Xiao Che, let me ask you, do you have me in your heart?" Xie Rusheng's words made the civil and military officials who were chatting very disgusted. If the current emperor had a cut sleeve, it would really make people feel a bit ashamed.
"Have you ever had one before?" Xie Rusheng looked at Che Xiao Che's silent look and suddenly lifted Lin Feiwan's veil, and Lin Feiwan's face was immediately exposed.
"Princess..." An Ye looked at Lin Feiwan's blood-stained and painted face with regret. Her alluring appearance was no longer, but replaced by an extremely ugly face.
Lin Feiwan looked at the ministers whispering among each other, thinking that her appearance must be extremely ugly. Then looking at Xiao Che leaning on the chair with an expression that still had nothing to do with him, Lin Feiwan felt softly.
I breathed a sigh of relief
With such a mutilated appearance, it would be better to die in vain, but her revenge has not been avenged, and her child has not been born yet.
"If you don't say yes, okay!" The long silence had already made Xie Rusheng lose her patience. She picked up the dagger and drew another knife on Lin Feiwansa's scarred face, and blood spilled on the spot.
"Sister Wan, sister Wan..."
Hua Chen slipped aside to protect Xie Rusheng's legs and cried: "Brother Sheng, you can't do this to Sister Wan, you can't..."
"Get out!" Xie Rusheng kicked Hua Chen aside. Hua Chen's small body couldn't bear the violent impact, and blood suddenly spurted out!
"Hua Chen!" Lin Feiwan looked at Hua Chen's injured appearance and shouted Hua Chen's name in her heart. Her heart ached and tears suddenly fell down.
"Xie Rusheng, if you want to know the correct answer, then I will tell you clearly, never!"
Xiao Che's answer was decisive, like a dagger inserted straight into Xie Rusheng's heart.
"Okay, okay, okay, Xiao Che, Xiao Che, you are indeed unkind and cold-blooded. Then I want you to watch Lin Feiwan die in front of you!" After that, he picked up the dagger and pointed it at Lin Feiwan fiercely.
Feiwan's heart was stabbed!
"No!" A dart was quickly shot into Xie Rusheng's hand holding the dagger. The dagger fell to the ground with a sound, and a dart was inserted deeply into Xie Rusheng's hand.
At the moment of life and death, Lin Feiwan opened her eyes and looked at the dart in front of her. Her eyes were full of fear. She recognized this dart. This was Chu Wuhen's dart. Yes, this was her dart.