Wrapped in royal robes, King Jing stood in the wind, his eyes sharp and deep, and anger kept coming out of his eyes, as if he was going to burn the entire palace.
Captain Yang Zonglang, holding a stack of drawing papers, hurried over from a distance and knelt behind King Jing.
"Your Majesty, the drawing is done. It's basically the same as the one on the paper."
King Jing was full of murderous intent, and his royal robe shone brightly under the sun. He turned his back to Yang Zonglang and slowly stretched out his hand. Yang Zonglang hurriedly knelt forward and presented the portrait to King Jing respectfully with both hands.
After pinching hard, King Jing lowered his cold eyes and looked angrily.
——This portrait is of the strange woman that Yang Zonglang saw that night, and he said that this woman had no spiritual power, so he believed that she was his concubine.
…
Murderous aura surged over him in waves. Yang Zonglang clenched his fists and was so nervous that he broke into a cold sweat. If he hadn't been careless, how could something like this have happened.
King Jing's chest was rising and falling, and his breath was a little urgent. He thought he was going to explode with anger. He poured internal energy into the painting in his hand. He flicked it, and the paper suddenly hit the tree with a bang like a hidden weapon.
On the pole.
Kaka——
There was a cracking sound from his fist, and King Jing walked towards the portrait step by step. His face was livid with anger, like a tiger that wanted to eat everyone.
His eyes were fixed on the portrait, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked like that bitch Murong Xiyue.
but--
What a waste, how could she have the ability to put her big bed on the street, and she and her concubine didn't know anything about it, and they didn't find out until dawn when they raised the curtain.
According to Yang Zonglang, there were four women in total, and some of them were particularly timid, so he became less suspicious. In this way, they looked more and more like Murong Xiyue and her maid.
This bitch can't even kill him, yet he still makes himself so embarrassed.
that night,
It was the most critical moment in cultivation. He was about to suddenly reach the Nascent Soul stage and rush out of the body. However, after practicing for two or three months in succession, he still could not break through. The strange people under his sect sent two pregnant women.
Beauties with good cultivation skills asked King Jing to pick up yin and replenish yang, and they were infused with the fragrance of love, so once they started doing it, they would always be seduced by lust. King Jing was eager for success and wanted to take advantage of all their cultivation skills.
I just did it all night long...
But,
What makes King Jing strange is that no matter how crazy he is, he should know that they are here to move his royal couch, but how on earth do these women without spiritual power do it?
Could it be——
Is Murong Xiyue pretending? She is not a waste at all. She is pretending to be nothing just to break off the engagement with herself?
Thinking of this, the anger in King Jing's chest suddenly became even more intense. She was the one who proposed the divorce in the palace that day. This was depressing enough, but now such a big disaster happened again.
Now the entire Jin Yao Dynasty is talking about this news. Although they haven't guessed who it is yet, someone has already exposed the identity of the prince. It is not difficult to find out...
——The more I think about it,
The more King Jing felt that something was wrong with this matter, Murong Xiyue must have been pretending just to escape him and not marry him. In the end, he was too impulsive and killed her. Now she hates her. Now he wants to take revenge.
.
My mood was extremely irritable, my cultivation still hadn't broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, and I was in such big trouble. It seemed like it was time to go and meet this Murong Xiyue for a while.