After the arranged marriage, she farms and survives under the tutelage of the villainous boss.

Wang Yan laughed and said, "This is all the order from above. What the superiors do, the subordinates follow. At most, I just want you to suffer, but since you're here today, you must die."

"Who told you to be the crown prince?"

Xie Shuheng found it amusing; there were far too many people in Bianjing who wanted him dead, and for the moment, he couldn't quite guess who it was.

However, only two or three people have this kind of power.

I closed my eyes, and a tear fell from my right eye, obscuring my emotions.

Then he asked indifferently, "Then just kill me, why involve others?"

"Because of your teacher, Mr. Zhuang, that overconfident fool is willing to die for you."

Wang Yan said, "In my whole life, the kind of person I hate the most is someone like you. You've fallen to such a state, and yet people still protect you."

He leaned closer and said to Xie Shuheng, who was now bound hand and foot, "Xie Shuheng, you're finished. Actually, your teacher swapped your life for his; he died in your place. The higher-ups agreed to you living."

"But I still want you to die. So, what do you say we do about it?"

"I want to torture you further, to watch you die like a rat under my torment."

"Oh right, if you could kneel down and crawl between my legs, I might consider it."

As he spoke, everyone around him burst into laughter.

Xie Shuheng smiled: "Really?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was stabbed in the stomach. Wang Yan sat on the ground in disbelief. Where did he get the strength? Wasn't he just tortured to the point of near death?

How could it have recovered so much in just a few days?

Wang Yan clutched his stomach, sitting on the ground in pain, unable to get up no matter what he did.

At this point, the rope binding Xie Shuheng's right arm had broken.

The people standing to his right were propelled to their feet by him, and he gripped his soft sword, aiming his attacks at their necks.

His major arteries were severed, killing him instantly. His face and clothes were covered in blood, which then seeped out.

As for himself, he was unharmed for the time being. Xie Shuheng had gone berserk.

He stumbled to his feet, blood still dripping from the corner of his lips.

Seemingly finding it troublesome, he tried to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips with his thumb, but unexpectedly, blood flowed down the right side of his face.

His eyes flashed with murderous intent as he looked at these people, a bloodthirsty smile on his face: "Continue."

"Come, kill me."

Wang Yan had been stabbed with a huge hole and was now sitting on the ground, completely bewildered. He wondered if he was going to die...

Even though he was already severely wounded, he still wouldn't let up: "Xie Shuheng, what good is your martial arts skills? What good is your talent? In the end, you'll still be stuck here, spending your whole life with a despicable person like me, Wang Yan. You don't find it disgusting, but I find it disgusting."

"That's how it is for exiles; they have no rights. Oh, and you also have to watch your teacher die."

Xie Shuheng grabbed his neck and asked indifferently, "Where?"

"If you don't tell me, you will die."

At this moment, the dagger was already close to Wang Yan's neck, and neither side could give way.

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Go in from here and go straight. The commander from Bianjing is inside. If you can break through, you might be able to see him one last time."

The soldiers around him were terrified and dared not move at all. There were corpses all around him, and he stood there like a walking corpse.

I had heard in Bianjing that Xie Shuheng could fight against a hundred men single-handedly, and now I saw it with my own eyes. Even with more than twenty elite soldiers standing here, he was still able to fight back and kill.

Wang Yan watched Xie Shuheng's retreating figure without panicking at all.

"He's made such a scene today, his body has reached its limit, and he's pretty much done for. Forget about martial arts, even his meridians and internal organs are probably in terrible shape."

Xie Shuheng doesn't need anyone else to deal with him. After today, let alone the sickly boy, he will die on his own. He won't survive at all.

It's interesting that so many people risked their lives to protect Xie Shuheng, but now he's nothing more than a rotting shell.

……

At this moment, Xie Shuheng dragged his soft sword, walking step by step towards the inner room.

He was truly exhausted; he was at his last gasp.

The commander from Bianjing wore a mask, and kneeling before him was the elderly Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang turned to look at him, and tears welled up in his eyes: "Shuheng...why did you come?"

"Aren't you going to listen to what I say anymore?"

"Sir." He stammered, his lips dry, the corners of his mouth cracked and stuck together, unable to speak.

The commander leisurely sipped his tea and smiled, "Interesting. Prince Xie has come too."

Then he snapped his fingers, and someone came over and pinned him down. Yes, it was just a random henchman of a commander who was able to kick him over.

Then Xie Shuheng collapsed to the ground.

The commander stroked his chin, somewhat curiously asking, "How did the once brilliant and accomplished prince of Bianjing fall to such a state that even a dog could step on you?"

"In that case, it is true. The young master is barely clinging to life and poses no threat to anyone."

The commander was very relaxed.

He looked at Mr. Zhuang and said, "Master Zhuang, it's almost time."

"Sir, don't go." Xie Shuheng was always calm and reserved, responding with composure and revealing no emotion, but now he was enveloped in immense sorrow.

It was almost like a plea; he'd do anything for me right now!

"You're all I have left!"

His veins bulged as he crawled forward, repeating his earlier words: "Sir, Shuheng only has you left..."

He stood up, turned to look at Xie Shuheng, and said, "There will be others in the future."

His white clothes were now stained black and blood-red, and his eyes held an emotion that seemed detached.

Looking towards the door, Zhuang Yusheng closed his eyes: "Honest advice is selfless, sacrificing the small for the great. I will never waver, even in death!"

"Shuheng! Your responsibility is to the country, but it is difficult to rely on others. Now I want you to walk your own path! From now on, you must act with loyalty, which is impossible without conscience."

"Therefore, remember today, and forget today."

Then, Zhuang Yusheng, dressed in flowing white robes, picked up his long sword and slashed his own neck, blood spurting out.

It splashed onto everyone present.

Xie Shuheng only truly felt it when the blood splattered on his face.

The words my teacher taught me when I was a child—"shedding blood and sacrificing one's head"—that truly resonated with me.

In the end, he still refused to fall; even in death, he would stand like a pine tree.

He looked at Xie Shuheng and, with his last breath, said: Live well.

Xie Shuheng trembled all over, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

However, the commander was unusually furious.

"absurd!"

"Zhuang Yusheng is about to die, yet he's still spreading rumors and misleading the public."

The words I just spoke were clearly meant for the last emperor, or perhaps for someone of the highest order.

What should I say to Xie Shuheng? What kind of future does Xie Shuheng have!

But oh well, it's not surprising that a dead person would say anything crazy.

After the commander looked at Xie Shuheng, who was barely clinging to life, and confirmed that Zhuang Yu was dead, he...

He said to the people around him, "Release Xie Shuheng."

Wang Yan stumbled in: "Xie Shuheng just injured me and so many of your subordinates, how can you let him go now?"

"Shut up," the commander said, his hands behind his back.

Even though Wang Yan harbored a great deal of resentment, he didn't dare to say a word at this moment.

After Xie Shuheng was dragged out, Wang Yan cautiously asked:

"We're letting him go like this today. What are we going to do with Xie Shuheng in the future? Are we going to find an opportunity to kill him?"