Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Murong Hui stood there with his eyes downcast without saying anything, while Lada stared at him and said unconvincedly:

"Our Highness has been kind-hearted since childhood. He is definitely not the kind of person who kills innocent people without knowing right from wrong!"

It is even more impossible for him to do something like bringing disaster to the world. Yue Ran said this about his prince, and he was going to be angry.

Upon hearing this, Yue Ran looked at Murong Hui. Seeing the pointed ears on his head, the softest part of her heart was moved.

If Murong Hui didn't have a kind heart, he wouldn't have saved her in the snowy mountains.

He was just a young child at that time, and he gave her his warm clothes without fear of freezing to death.

I don't know how he escaped from danger at that time.

However, the demon fetuses that Zhou Wen Zheng mentioned all had one clear characteristic: madness.

If Murong Hui falls into madness in the future, how can we tell who is innocent and who is not?

As he spoke, Murong Hui's appearance changed again in front of Yue Ran.

The emerald green eyes gradually turned dark, and the pointed ears on the head became smaller until they disappeared.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Murong Hui turned back into the elegant young man in the world.

Yue Ran watched with eyes wide open, and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"I have something to say but I don't know if I should say it or not. What kind of monster are you?"

That snowy night she mistook him for a werewolf.

Now she already knew that orcs were just orcs. Apart from their racial talents, none of the orcs seen in the world had the magical power of Murong Hui to move objects through the air.

Murong Hui narrowed his black eyes and glanced at Yue Ran sideways, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and answered jokingly:

"Well, guess what?"

Yue Ran pursed her lips. The question she asked was indeed a bit too profound.

"I apologize for offending you today. It's getting late. Yue Ran will take his leave."

A sad look fell quietly on her face.

Yue Ran glanced at Lada and coughed uncomfortably:

"This time I'm really saying goodbye."

In the empty courtyard, Murong Hui and Yue Ran walked side by side in front, while Lada followed silently behind with a knife in his hand.

Murong Hui is tall and has long legs, and walks in a dashing and capable manner. Yue Ran is tall with a thin waist but full of power. Although she is a southern Han woman, she has a very imposing aura when standing next to Murong Hui.

In the snow, a man in a black brocade robe and a woman in a red dress walked slowly forward. Just looking at their backs was very pleasing to the eye.

Recalling Yue Ran's stern warning just now, Rada sighed silently.

Murong Hui sent Yue Ran to the door, looked at her thoughtfully, and lowered his head to her ear:

"I have never been mentally confused and my mind is always clear. If General Yue is worried, you can always supervise me."

His black jade eyes stared into hers, his voice was low and his expression was very serious:

"I don't want to live like a walking corpse. If that day comes, I won't be able to remember myself, recognize Lada, or remember... you. Then you can come and take my head."

The man's slightly warm breath brushed against Yue Ran's ears, with a refreshing feeling like cedar.

Yue Ran leaned back slightly and looked at him deeply:

"a man of his words."

She was about to turn around when Murong Hui continued in a low voice:

"I have a message for you."

"The people in that house are no longer able to maintain the barrier, and their demonic power is quite weak."

"Feng Xiaolou rushed back to the palace half an incense stick ago. Her breathing is stable and it seems that she is completely fine."

He looked towards the dark Feng residence in the distance, with the corners of his lips slightly raised:

"Feng Xiaolou is in a hurry, I'm afraid it will be very lively tonight."

Yue Ran's eyes flickered, and she looked up at Murong Hui and suddenly smiled:

"Now I have too many debts to worry about. I owe you one more time and I will pay you back someday."

She glanced at Feng's house, turned around, and ran out of the city.

Lada continued to stare:

"Your Highness, what is she doing?"

Murong Hui watched the red dress drift away like smoke, raised his hand and snapped his fingers:

"It's not a good night to watch the fun. Let's go!"

The Imperial Palace, Emperor Shengwen's bedroom.

The candlelight in the bedroom was dim, as if for fear of disturbing Emperor Shengwen's sleep.

But everyone guarding inside and outside the bedroom knew that this was the seventh day that Emperor Shengwen had been in a coma.

Wang Chun huddled alone at the door of the bedroom, as if he didn't exist, without saying a word or moving.

Chu Hantian paced back and forth in front of the bed with his hands behind his back, looking outside the bedroom from time to time, looking very anxious.

Xiaolou has not returned yet. She must be being held back by her greedy and vain mother.

If he had known this, he shouldn't have let her go back!

Chu Hantian stood still with a gloomy face, looking dimly at Emperor Shengwen who was hidden in the dim shadow on the hospital bed.

"Don't be impatient."

A gentle and cool voice came from the side.

Queen Lin sat quietly on the couch beside her, looking calm as if she was just attending a spring banquet.

Chu Hantian couldn't help but speak:

"Mother, my aunt has clearly promised..."

"Be careful with your words!" Queen Lin interrupted Chu Hantian.

For the first time, her usually amiable face showed a cold expression, and the queen's momentum exploded instantly:

"We cannot understand the eldest princess's thoughts. The only thing you should do now is to serve your father!"

She stood up and slowly walked to Chu Hantian's side. She placed her delicate white fingers on Chu Hantian's wrist and gradually tightened her grip.

"Prince, all your glory is tied to your father. Don't believe what others say, no matter how nice it sounds!"

Chu Hantian looked at his mother in confusion, his wrist was pinched and hurt.

What's wrong with your mother?

Why is it different from what I said before?

Surprised, Empress Lin turned her eyes slightly towards Emperor Shengwen, then returned her gaze to Chu Hantian, her voice rising a few notches:

"Prince, do you understand?"

Chu Hantian blinked his eyes, and cold sweat gradually appeared on his back.

"Your Highness, I am late."

Feng Xiaolou's voice sounded at the door of the bedroom at the right time.

Chu Hantian finally came back to his senses, a look of joy appeared on his face, and he quickly walked over and held Feng Xiaolou's hand:

"If you don't come back to the palace, I'll send someone to pick you up!"

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Feng Xiaolou's forehead.

She didn't dare not go back to the palace. After all, the plan revealed by the eldest princess was tonight.

But why does Chu Hantian still show no signs of taking action?

Behind Chu Hantian, Queen Lin sat back down again and swept her majestic gaze over Feng Xiaolou.

"Feng Fengyi, now that you are back, go and massage His Majesty's legs and feet!"

Feng Xiaolou felt a tightness in his chest when he heard this.

This is clearly what palace maids and eunuchs should do, so why did the queen insist on letting her do it?

Chu Hantian frowned and looked at Queen Lin. Just when he was about to stop her, he saw Queen Lin wink at him again and raised her chin towards Emperor Shengwen.

He was shocked and could only push Feng Xiaolou:

"Xiao Lou, you are good at massaging my feet with my shoulders. Go ahead and make it easier for my father to lie down comfortably."

Feng Xiaolou pursed her lips in grievance and had to squat beside the bed to rub Emperor Shengwen's legs.

What on earth is this idiot Chu Hantian doing?

Could it be that he wants to hand over the country to Princess Shouning?

At night, people inside and outside the bedroom were drowsy and sleepy.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the night sky.

Then the sound of swords clashing rang out from all directions.