"Yue'er..." When the prince saw Su Yueming risking his life, he had an anxious look on his face, and he even hated himself for being unable to protect her at this moment.
Murong Canghai looked at her, but his eyes were full of sarcasm.
"Ah..." Xian'er was so frightened that her face turned pale as a peach blossom. Big beads of sweat flowed down her face. She looked at Su Yueming in horror, "You, what do you want?
,How about it?"
Su Yueming's dagger was pressed against her face, but with a little force, the blade pierced a corner——
"Let us go, otherwise, I will destroy your beloved concubine."
Everyone knows that Miss Xian'er has been his favorite person recently, because even if he knew that he secretly complained to Pei Shinian that day, saying that Pei Nanshuang's injuries were intentional, he did not accuse her more, and she knew that this
Xian'er must be extraordinary in his mind.
Xian'er felt blood on her face. She was so frightened that she almost fainted. She was trembling all over and was dying. Her body was limp, as if she would die at any time. She looked at Murong Canghai with pitiful eyes -
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please save Xian'er, save Xian'er, my face... my face..."
She hated Su Yueming so much in her heart that she was so cruel that she ruined her face!
"Let me and the prince go!" She greeted him coldly, but she found that he didn't feel any nervousness at all. In fact, he was still teasing her coldly. She suddenly felt that the hand holding the dagger was a little weak.
"Haha..." He really smiled, but this smile made Xian'er feel like her whole body had fallen into a cold pool, and even her bones felt cold, because only she knew that there was no pity for her in his smile.
"Your Majesty..." But she prayed, praying that he would cherish her life, but he seemed indifferent.
She suddenly opened her mouth and bit Su Yueming's arm fiercely——
"Bitch, it's you who deserve to die!" She cursed Su Yueming viciously.
"Phew..." I saw Murong Canghai's hand reaching back and casually snatching the hidden weapon from Murong Yunqing's body. Without even blinking, the deadly hidden weapon flew towards Xian'er, impartially,
It hit her throat.
"..." Xian'er could not make a sound until she died.
"..." Su Yueming trembled and watched as Xian'er fell down in front of her and fell silently. She looked at the person who fell on the ground in disbelief.
She tightly grasped the hidden weapon that pierced her throat with both hands, and her wide-open eyes were full of nostalgia and sorrow for Murong Canghai. Until her death, she did not want to believe that it was the prince who killed him with his own hands.
She stopped breathing, let go of the hidden weapon, and dropped her hands, her hands dripping with blood.
The blood flowed out from her throat like a spring, and soon, her whole body was soaked in blood.
The air was filled with a fainting smell of blood.
Everyone was also frightened to death by the tragic situation in front of them, and no one even dared to express their anger.
Only Murong Canghai's mood remained calm from beginning to end.
"You..." This is someone who has been cruel to her. Su Yueming's hand holding the dagger trembled, "She is your concubine."
"She deserves to die," he said.
"...you like her."
"She can't afford it," he said.
"You...you..." She lowered her head again, and Xian'er had been dragged away like a dog by several guards. This was the fate of the woman Murong Canghai loved in the eyes of everyone.
Su Yueming's body went limp and fell to the ground, with flowers falling all over her body.