Crossing the Passenger Sacrifice

"She seems unconvinced, and looks like she wants to stop you from being given an official title before her..." As Li Huoyue retreated, Sang Fuqing breathed a sigh of relief and spoke slowly.

"So, you control her because you want me to be promoted to an official position smoothly?" Li Huoyue asked again.

Sang Fuqing nodded, trying to look well-behaved and obedient, and not threatening.

Li Huoyue smiled and said, "Don't you think this is contradictory?"

After saying that, Li Huoyue had already started thinking about how to deal with Sang Fuqing later, and the leaves in his hand were squeezed a little harder.

The clan leader knew that he would be given an official title, so he asked Sang Fuqing's mother not to cancel the engagement. However, he controlled Xu Jiao'er so that he could be given an official title smoothly. The "cooperation" he mentioned at the beginning was just bullshit.

You came here late at night just to talk nonsense?

Li Huoyue didn't believe it.

Sang Fuqing's attention was completely on Li Huoyue's hand. Seeing the leaves in Li Huoyue's hand slowly being clenched, Sang Fuqing's heart also tightened.

He was totally unaware of what was wrong with his words. He laughed dryly and replied, "Haha... no way..."

After hearing the answer, Li Huoyue loosened his grip, letting the leaf slip from his hand, and turned around to return to his seat.

But, people cannot be killed now.

Kill him the day after tomorrow.

Li Huoyue thought to himself.

Before the leaf fell to the ground, Sang Fuqing's face changed and he jumped up. With everyone's eyes still on him, he did something that no one would have thought of -

I knelt down instinctively.

Hearing a "bang" sound behind him, Li Huoyue turned around in surprise.

He is worthy of being the former top scholar in the imperial examination. Even though he has lost the youthful vigor and vitality he had in the past, his straight back and the handsome face of a scholar make him look dignified even when he is kneeling.

Sang Fuqing raised his head, ignoring the gazes of others, "Can you... not kill me first?"

Jiang Yunshu, who had originally proposed the suggestion, blinked his eyes, no longer having the confidence he had just now. He touched his face and awkwardly added, "Maybe, it's not that bad... What burial or not, stop talking nonsense and scaring people every day..."

"You..." Dai Muli's man turned around and wanted to say something to him, but when he saw Jiang Yunshu's silly look, he was so angry that he gave up. "Forget it, just do your job well and don't meddle in other people's business."

"I am doing this for..." Jiang Yunshu paused, still harboring evil intentions. He felt that the situation should not be that serious, and weakly retorted, "Besides, Miss Li is not as overbearing as you say. If she really has those ideas, why didn't she realize them directly when she went to see His Majesty?"

Dai Muli's people sighed. They thought that summoning someone like Huang Ruochu was the lowest point in the alliance, but they didn't expect that a "godlike" figure like Jiang Yunshu would appear.

"If regicide were so easy, the throne would have been replaced eighteen times already." Dai Muli's men consumed most of their energy in anger, and now facing Jiang Yunshu, they were helpless.

"Didn't you just say that Miss Li was amazing? She killed Zhuo Chenliang single-handedly from a distance of ten meters. It was just an emperor who had been sitting still for a long time, but it was easy for her to kill him." The more Jiang Yunshu spoke, the more he felt that he was right. He nodded to himself, "Today I heard that she lifted the Sixth Princess from the wheelchair with one hand. There were more than a dozen people. Who do you think would dare to move?"

"She seems unconvinced, and looks like she wants to stop you from being given an official title before her..." As Li Huoyue retreated, Sang Fuqing breathed a sigh of relief and spoke slowly.

"So, you control her because you want me to be promoted to an official position smoothly?" Li Huoyue asked again.

Sang Fuqing nodded, trying to look well-behaved and obedient, and not threatening.

Li Huoyue smiled and said, "Don't you think this is contradictory?"

After saying that, Li Huoyue had already started thinking about how to deal with Sang Fuqing later, and the leaves in his hand were squeezed a little harder.

The clan leader knew that he would be given an official title, so he asked Sang Fuqing's mother not to cancel the engagement. However, he controlled Xu Jiao'er so that he could be given an official title smoothly. The "cooperation" he mentioned at the beginning was just bullshit.

You came here late at night just to talk nonsense?

Li Huoyue didn't believe it.

Sang Fuqing's attention was completely on Li Huoyue's hand. Seeing the leaves in Li Huoyue's hand slowly being clenched, Sang Fuqing's heart also tightened.

He was totally unaware of what was wrong with his words. He laughed dryly and replied, "Haha... no way..."

After hearing the answer, Li Huoyue loosened his grip, letting the leaf slip from his hand, and turned around to return to his seat.

But, people cannot be killed now.

Kill him the day after tomorrow.

Li Huoyue thought to himself.

Before the leaf fell to the ground, Sang Fuqing's face changed and he jumped up. With everyone's eyes still on him, he did something that no one would have thought of -

I knelt down instinctively.

Hearing a "bang" sound behind him, Li Huoyue turned around in surprise.

He is worthy of being the former top scholar in the imperial examination. Even though he has lost the youthful vigor and vitality he had in the past, his straight back and the handsome face of a scholar make him look dignified even when he is kneeling.

Sang Fuqing raised his head, ignoring the gazes of others, "Can you... not kill me first?"

"She seems unconvinced, and looks like she wants to stop you from being given an official title before her..." As Li Huoyue retreated, Sang Fuqing breathed a sigh of relief and spoke slowly.

"So, you control her because you want me to be promoted to an official position smoothly?" Li Huoyue asked again.

Sang Fuqing nodded, trying to look well-behaved and obedient, and not threatening.

Li Huoyue smiled and said, "Don't you think this is contradictory?"

After saying that, Li Huoyue had already started thinking about how to deal with Sang Fuqing later, and the leaves in his hand were squeezed a little harder.

The clan leader knew that he would be given an official title, so he asked Sang Fuqing's mother not to cancel the engagement. However, he controlled Xu Jiao'er so that he could be given an official title smoothly. The "cooperation" he mentioned at the beginning was just bullshit.

You came here late at night just to talk nonsense?

Li Huoyue didn't believe it.

Sang Fuqing's attention was completely on Li Huoyue's hand. Seeing the leaves in Li Huoyue's hand slowly being clenched, Sang Fuqing's heart also tightened.

He was totally unaware of what was wrong with his words. He laughed dryly and replied, "Haha... no way..."

After hearing the answer, Li Huoyue loosened his grip, letting the leaf slip from his hand, and turned around to return to his seat.

But, people cannot be killed now.

Kill him the day after tomorrow.

Li Huoyue thought to himself.

Before the leaf fell to the ground, Sang Fuqing's face changed and he jumped up. With everyone's eyes still on him, he did something that no one would have thought of -

I knelt down instinctively.

Hearing a "bang" sound behind him, Li Huoyue turned around in surprise.