Dressed as the prince's substitute? I took the throne

Seeing Zhou Chuxuan's serious eyes, Nangong Yanling suddenly fell silent. He stared at Zhou Chuxuan blankly, with a crazy struggle between his conscience and his desires going on in his heart.

To be fair, she had been with Zhou Chuxuan for such a long time that she had developed special feelings for him, but deep in her heart, she never forgot that she was from the lineage of King Jin, and had not forgotten the education that people of her lineage had received since birth.

Therefore, no matter how much special feelings she had for Zhou Chuxuan, she could only try her best to suppress them instead of expressing them.

Looking into Zhou Chuxuan's eyes, Nangong Yanling bit her lips tightly, and finally said in a deep voice, word by word: "No!"

However, Zhou Chuxuan's eyes flashed with relief, and he smiled and said, "I don't believe it!"

Hearing this, Nangong Yanling almost couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes, and let them burst out, but she knew she couldn't do that.

Now he is still in the Qingtian Academy, surrounded by dangers. If he wants to save Zhou Chuxuan, he can only let him go back with him to King Jin. Then, as a direct descendant, he can plead for mercy, and perhaps, he can save Zhou Chuxuan's life.

"Your Highness, stop being so stubborn and come with me! There's nothing good in this Wu Dynasty Continent. Come back with me, and don't worry, the Crown Princess and the others will never be harmed!"

Zhou Chuxuan sneered, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled up: "Miss Nangong, do you believe what you said?"

"Putting aside Zhou Shaxuan's hatred for me, you, the people of Prince Jin's lineage, want to kill the entire royal family and replace them quietly! Under such circumstances, do you think Han Yan and the others can have a good ending?"

Nangong Yanling fell silent. She knew that Zhou Chuxuan was right, but in the current situation, if Zhou Chuxuan finally chose not to surrender, he would only be killed.

She couldn't bear to see Zhou Chuxuan die here, otherwise, she would spend the rest of her life in guilt.

"Your Highness, I..."

Zhou Chuxuan waved his hand and interrupted her: "Shoot, maybe there are no bullets in your gun!"

Before Nangong Yanling could say anything, Liu Ji approached from a distance, his hands behind his back, and snorted coldly, "Zhou Chuxuan, you're about to die, and you're still in the mood to make fun of me?"

Seeing Liu Ji, Zhou Chuxuan sneered: "Mr. Liu, I would like to ask you a question. When did your Qingtian Academy become the running dog of King Jin?"

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Liu Ji's eyes. "I'm warning you, Zhou Chuxuan, keep your mouth shut. Our Qingtian Academy was originally founded by the lineage of King Jin. How can you call us running dogs? We are family!"

"I see! If that's the case, then everything can be explained!"

Zhou Chuxuan nodded, feeling that everything made sense. "In other words, when the Jin King's lineage retreated overseas, they left a backup plan on the land of the Wu Dynasty, intending to replace the Wu Dynasty a few hundred years later?"

Liu Ji smiled and said, "Zhou Chuxuan, you are a smart man. Just now, my eldest brother wanted to see you! Go!"

"Your elder brother?"

Zhou Chuxuan was slightly startled, then looked inside the academy and shook his head: "I can't wait any longer! Maybe your elder brother should come out to see me!"

"What did you say?"

Liu Ji's eyes suddenly became cold, and the kind-hearted image of a Confucianist was gone. He looked like a demon that had just walked out of hell. He looked at Zhou Chuxuan viciously, and the pipe and book in his hand were replaced by a sharp blade that flashed with cold light.

Nangong Yanling immediately looked at Zhou Chuxuan anxiously. She wanted to speak up and remind Zhou Chuxuan not to be stubborn anymore, but she knew she couldn't speak now, otherwise, it would definitely arouse Liu Ji's suspicion.

At that time, it would be even more difficult for me to save Zhou Chuxuan!

Zhou Chuxuan looked back, his voice neither humble nor arrogant: "You heard what I said! I said, maybe, he should come out to see me!"

"Haha, good, it's really good!"

Liu Ji clapped his hands, the murderous intent in his eyes no longer concealed: "Nangong Yanling, act now and kill this ungrateful guy!"

Nangong Yanling said anxiously: "Mr. Liu, but we are not going to take him to King Jin's island, and besides..."

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

Liu Ji said in a deep voice, his eyes glaring. "At that time, the King of Jin said, 'If we can use him, we'll keep him. If he's stubborn, we'll get rid of him completely to prevent future troubles! Do you really think we can use this guy?"

As he spoke, he looked Zhou Chuxuan up and down: "He is not from a wealthy family, nor a member of the royal family. He is just a fake that was picked at random. I didn't expect that he would be such a tough guy in the end!"

"Kill him! Eliminate this trouble forever! Nangong Yanling, don't tell me you don't dare to do it, or you just can't bear to do it!"

Liu Ji looked at Nangong Yanling with a hint of suspicion: "You are the direct descendant that King Jin is very optimistic about. If you don't dare to make a move, then I will have to do it myself!"

"But by that time, you won't be able to clear yourself of suspicion! Have you thought it through?"

Zhou Chuxuan urged from the side, "Miss Nangong, we've known each other for a while, and I even cured the burn on your face. It's the end of our fate. Let's get started!"

"I hope that in my next life, I won't be the Crown Prince, and you won't be the Prince of Jin's man. Then, perhaps we can continue our relationship!"

"Go ahead, I won't blame you!"

As he spoke, Zhou Chuxuan slowly closed his eyes.

Nangong Yanling was about to bite his lips until they bled, and his hands were shaking wildly, but he still aimed at Zhou Chuxuan's forehead and pulled the trigger hard.

Liu Ji on the side turned around and prepared to admire Zhou Chuxuan's miserable condition for a while.

However, after a while, he didn't hear any sound. He looked at Nangong Yanling strangely: "What are you doing?"

Nangong Yanling was also looking at the pistol in his hand in confusion, with a hint of shock in his eyes: "Hey, why is there no bullet in it?"

At this moment, Zhou Chuxuan snatched the pistol from Nangong Yanling's hand, then quickly turned around, changed the magazine, loaded the gun, and shot Liu Ji in the chest in one go.

Bang!

In the face of this modern thermal weapon, no matter how high Liu Ji's martial arts skills and calculations were, he could not compete. Blood spurted out on the spot, he lay on the ground, and his eyes became listless.

"you you......"

"Haha, didn't I tell you that maybe there's no bullet in the gun?"