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

Lingyan smiled sarcastically upon hearing this, and then replied, "I know you won't regret it, after all, your ambition is too great. So I just want you to understand how much distance there is between us. Therefore, don't even dream of getting the slightest bit of pity from me."

Upon hearing Ling Yan's words, the Northern King's eyes darkened slightly, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"I never expected your pity. I know that everything I have done is unforgivable, but as the King of Beili, I must fight for the interests of the country. So I have no regrets. It's just a pity that you are not a Beili person."

Lingyan did not respond after hearing this.

Instead, she looked at him coldly and said, "Do you know? I hate being controlled by others the most, but my life has always been in your hands. My life and death are determined by you and controlled by you. I hate my powerlessness, but I hate your despicableness even more. Do you know how disgusted and repulsed I felt when I realized that you liked me?"

Upon hearing this, the Northern King's voice trembled, and his face paled as he asked softly, "So that day, you were... disgusted to the point of wanting to vomit because of me?"

Ling Yan replied without hesitation, "Yes."

Her answer was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Upon receiving the affirmative answer, King Bei Li felt as if his heart had been pierced by countless sharp blades, and the bloody pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

It turns out that she loathed him to such an extent, and found him utterly repulsive.

Thinking of this, he felt a chill creeping down his spine.

His eyes were empty and desperate, as if they had lost all their luster.

Slowly closing her eyes, she tried to hide the pain in her heart.

However, the images of his time with Lingyan kept flashing through his mind.

Every scene was like a sharp blade, deeply piercing his heart.

He felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss from which he could not escape.

Despair and pain overwhelmed him, and he could not break free.

Lingyan ignored how upset the Northern King was and continued, "Also, do you know how disgusted I am every time you look at me with those possessive eyes? Before, I had no choice but to hide my hatred for you so you wouldn't see it, but do you know how hard it was for me to endure?"

Her eyes were filled with disgust, as if the Northern King's gaze was the filthiest thing in the world.

Upon hearing this, King Beili felt even more heartbroken, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The pain spread rapidly throughout my body like a tidal wave.

His face instantly turned ashen, devoid of any color, as if all life had been drained from him.

His body began to tremble involuntarily, the trembling starting from his fingertips and gradually spreading to his entire body.

He felt as if he were in a frozen wasteland, the cold penetrating to the bone, yet he had no way to escape.

His eyes welled up with tears, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.

He didn't want to show his weakness in front of Lingyan, but the pain in his heart made it hard for him to control himself.

He looked up at Ling Yan sadly, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

At this moment, his heart felt as if it had been pierced by countless sharp blades, bleeding profusely, and the wounds were impossible to heal.

Upon seeing this, Lingyan forcefully loosened her grip on the collar of the Northern King.

The moment the collar was released, the collar of the Northern King's clothes was slightly wrinkled, as if recording the intense conflict that had just occurred.

Then Lingyan turned around and slowly walked back to where she had been.

Just as she sat back down, a muffled sound broke the silence.

Ling Yan turned her head slightly and saw that the Northern King, due to the great mental blow, actually spat out a mouthful of blood in pain.

The blood, like blooming poppies, spread wantonly across the ground, a horrifying sight.

However, Ling Yan only glanced at it briefly before looking away without even blinking.

Her heart was as hard as ice, completely blind to the suffering of the Northern King.

The Northern King's gaze remained fixed on Ling Yan.

He longed to find a trace of pity, a trace of concern in her expression.

But when he saw her cold expression, his heart felt as if it had been pierced by countless sharp blades, bleeding profusely.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, a laugh filled with despair.

Blood kept gushing from his mouth, but he seemed oblivious.

The physical pain was insignificant compared to his inner anguish.

After laughing enough, he trembled as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

At this moment, his expression had returned to calm.

It was as if all the pain had been buried deep in his heart.

Lingyan saw that he had calmed down and was now so silent.

Then, without a trace of warmth in her voice, she asked, "Have you finished speaking? Now tell me how to remove the curse."

Upon hearing this, the pain in the heart of the Northern King surged back like a raging tide.

He lowered his eyes slightly, concealing the pain in them.

After a moment, he replied in a hoarse voice, "Not yet, I haven't finished speaking."

Ling Yan looked somewhat impatient upon hearing this.

She frowned slightly, a feeling of irritation rising within her.

But she took a deep breath and suppressed her impatience, saying, "Then continue."

Upon hearing this, King Li of the North tried to compose himself.

He knew this was the last time he would speak to her like this.

Therefore, he had to seize this opportunity to say what was on his mind.

So he stared intently at Lingyan again, his eyes filled with expectation and longing, and said, "If I weren't the King of Beili, and you weren't the Crown Princess of Dazhao, and we were just two very ordinary people with no enemies, and you weren't married, would you fall in love with me and accept me under such circumstances?"

His voice trembled slightly, reflecting his deepest, most genuine desires.

His self-reference has also changed from "朕" (zhen, meaning "I") to "我" (wo, meaning "I").

At this moment, he was no longer the high and mighty King of the North, but just an ordinary person who longed for love.

His gaze was fixed on Lingyan, as if trying to find the answer in her expression.

Lingyan was slightly taken aback when she heard the question from the Northern King.

After all, she had never thought about this question, nor had she ever considered what the outcome would be if they weren't enemies.

But her answer remained crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation: "No."

Lingyan didn't want to answer questions about something that could never happen.

But he was so determined and stubborn that it seemed he wouldn't give up until he got an answer.

Lingyan didn't want to waste time arguing, so she answered him very simply.

Upon hearing this, the King of Bei Li pressed further, asking, "Why?"

His voice carried a hint of urgency and confusion.

Faced with his persistence, Lingyan asked, "Do you want me to tell the truth?"

The King of the North replied very firmly, "Yes."

His eyes revealed a resolute determination, as if he could accept whatever answer he heard.

Seeing this, Lingyan explained to him, "Alright, then I'll tell you. I'm extremely picky about looks. First of all, you are indeed good-looking, but you're not quite a stunningly handsome man. My standards are too high and too picky, so you can't even pass the first test for me, let alone the rest. Therefore, how could I accept you?"

Upon hearing this, King Bei Li stood there stunned, still finding it hard to believe.

His eyes were filled with shock and confusion, as if he couldn't accept the answer.

He had considered many reasons why she wouldn't accept him, but he never expected it to be this reason.

It's a really unexpected and unacceptable reason.