Shocking! Five men are in love with the same woman!

At this moment, Lingyan held an exquisitely carved hard bow, stood firmly on both feet, leaned back slightly, and taut muscles in her right arm as she drew the bowstring to its fullest extent.

The next moment, the person who had been so carefree and smiling just moments before completely changed.

Her eyes were like frost in the dead of winter, cold and full of murderous intent, staring intently at Princess Yingluo not far away.

Those eyes were as deep as an endless, icy pool, exuding a chilling ferocity. There was no warmth in their gaze, only endless indifference and ruthlessness.

It was as if Princess Yingluo was no longer a vibrant life in her eyes, but a target about to be destroyed.

Lingyan's gaze was like a sharp icicle, piercing straight at Princess Yingluo. The chill seemed to penetrate one's soul, making one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar the moment they came into contact with her.

As she drew the bowstring taut, the atmosphere around her became unusually heavy.

An invisible pressure emanated from her, as if forming a dark vortex that devoured all life around her.

The murderous aura emanating from her was so palpable that it transformed into gusts of cold wind that swept through everyone's hearts, sending chills down their spines.

Under the influence of this powerful aura, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Meanwhile, Princess Yingluo on the opposite side was already terrified and her face turned pale.

Her once beautiful face was now deathly pale, her lips trembled uncontrollably, and even her exquisite makeup looked somewhat distorted.

Her eyes were wide open, her terrified gaze seemingly frozen in their sockets, unable to look away even a fraction.

She never imagined that she would actually want to kill her.

That murderous aura made her dare not harbor any illusions.

Princess Yingluo's body began to tremble uncontrollably, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

His hands instinctively tried to raise to cover, but they seemed to be frozen in mid-air.

The apple that had been steadily resting on her head was now teetering on the verge of falling due to her trembling body.

Princess Yingluo's heart felt like it was about to leap out of her throat, swallowed by endless fear.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stand still.

Everyone held their breath, watching this breathtaking scene with bated breath, afraid that they would miss some terrible moment if they blinked.

Just then, Lingyan deliberately gave her a bloodthirsty smile again.

Princess Yingluo's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Her trembling legs could no longer support her weight, and with a thud, she suddenly squatted down.

At this moment, she had lost all her previous pride and confidence; her face was contorted beyond recognition by extreme fear.

Tears streamed down her pale face like a burst dam, ruining her carefully applied makeup.

"Please! Spare me! I give up! I give up!"

Princess Yingluo screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice filled with endless terror and trembling, sharp and shrill, breaking the tense silence.

She waved her hands wildly, trying to express her plea for mercy.

The apple that was about to fall from her head rolled to the side, but she didn't care.

He just kept crying and shouting, "I was wrong! I shouldn't have fought you! Please, don't kill me!"

Every word seemed to be torn out from the depths of her soul, carrying profound despair and regret.

Her body was curled up in a ball, trembling incessantly.

Princess Yingluo's screams echoed in the hall, allowing everyone present to clearly feel her inner fear and collapse.

The image of the once high and mighty princess has vanished, leaving only an ordinary woman utterly consumed by fear, begging for mercy in humility.

Ling Yan was extremely satisfied.

She slowly lowered the bowstring and walked lightly toward Princess Yingluo, looking down at her with an almost condescending air.

With a gentle yet profound smile on her lips, she said softly, "Actually, Princess, there's no need for this. You know, with my archery skills, this arrow couldn't have harmed you in the slightest. Why are you so afraid of me?"

Princess Yingluo's sobs faltered.

It only dawned on me then.

Yes, with her archery skills, she couldn't possibly hurt her. So why did she think she could hurt or even kill her?

But she was so terrified that she lost all ability to think. She instinctively felt that the woman was terrifying, as terrifying as a devil, so she could only beg for mercy and admit defeat.

Only now, realizing the extent of the humiliation, do I understand.

She slowly stood up, a wave of shame and anger washing over her, making her body tremble uncontrollably, while her eyes burned with fury.

Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath, her once delicate face now flushed red with anger.

Her eyes were fixed on Ling Yan, her gaze seemingly spitting fire. Her teeth were clenched so tightly that they made a grinding sound as she squeezed out words of resentment: "Princess Rui is truly formidable! To play such a cruel joke on this princess."

Ling Yan smiled and said, "You flatter me!"

Princess Yingluo trembled with rage, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain whatsoever.

She, a dignified princess of the northern desert, was subjected to such humiliation!

At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind: to tear the person in front of her to pieces to vent her hatred.

A wave of shame washed over her, making her feel utterly ashamed.

The strange looks from those around her were like sharp blades, piercing her pride.

She stared intently at Ling Yan, her eyes filled with endless resentment and murderous intent.

But she could only try her best to hold back.

So she took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger and humiliation in her heart, and did her best to maintain a calm demeanor.

But her eyes were as cold as ice, revealing the deep resentment in her heart.

He then bowed to Emperor Jingzhao and hurriedly returned to his seat.

Ling Yan returned to her seat with a smile and an elegant demeanor.

Inside the main hall, everyone had their own thoughts.

Today, the people of Dazhao have come to know Princess Rui in a new light.

The powerful killing intent just now left many people breathless and suffocating.

This is not the kind of murderous aura that a weak woman would possess.

Moreover, Princess Rui is likely skilled with a bow and arrow, and probably very skilled at it.

She did all that on purpose, and she might even have killed someone, they just don't know it.

Therefore, at this moment, many people are filled with fear of Lingyan and decide that they will never dare to provoke her again.

This was what Consort Shu and the princes who had feelings for Lingyan were thinking.

This woman is terrible.

It is both dangerous and unfathomable, and its potential is unpredictable.

It's best to stay away from them in the future.

As for Emperor Jingzhao, he wasn't afraid; at most, he just felt that Lingyan had somewhat ruined his character.

He actually thinks it's fine as it is now.

To become the sixth prince's queen and the future queen mother, she must be able to maintain order and authority. How could she remain untainted by worldly affairs and be easily deceived?

As for Lingyan's three men, they naturally thought she was wonderful in every way and liked her approach.

The same goes for several of her close friends.

Chu Xiyao's interest in Ling Yan has reached its peak after what just happened.

This woman is truly extraordinary!

What's the point of having women who are all the same? It's the unique ones that are interesting.

What should I do? I really want to take her back to Western Chu.