Princess he always wanted to murder her husband

Gong Mochen kicked open the door of the study, strode towards Su Jin who was kneeling outside, and dragged him into the study.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Gong Mochen asked in a low voice, showing a sense of ruthlessness.

He pressed Su Jin against the wall, and his hands clasped Su Jin's neck tightly like iron pliers, constantly tightening and exerting force.

Gong Mochen was a head taller than Su Jin, looking down at Su Jin like this, feeling full of oppression.

A sense of suffocation enveloped Su Jin, and he could feel Gong Mochen's anger. Su Jin gently held his wrists with both hands, without resisting, looked at him with tears in his eyes, and said intermittently, "My lord, my lord... ,what for?"

"Concubine Su Ai is really good at acting. I have wronged you in this prince's mansion. How about I set up a stage for you tomorrow and let you go up and act every day? Hmm?"

Gong Mochen really wanted to strangle him to death, "Aifei better tell the truth, how did that servant die? What's the prime minister's purpose in letting you sneak into my palace?!"

Su Jin was already out of breath, his face turned purple. Seeing this, Gong Mochen threw him out with a wave of his hand. Su Jin's body fell to the ground uncontrollably, knocking over the incense table, and the heavy incense burner on it fell off. It came down and smashed his forehead, and blood gushed out from the wound immediately.

Su Jin coughed for a long time, finally calmed down, and said in a calm tone, "At the beginning, the prince let the concubine pass by, why did he become a concubine again and sneak into the palace with malicious intentions?"

He couldn't hear Su Jin's emotions at this time, everything he did and every word he said was incomprehensible. This was what Gong Mochen hated the most. He hated the feeling that things or people were out of control.

In Gong Mochen's eyes, Su Jin should die pessimistically and world-weary after being humiliated many times, or hide in obedience.

But Su Jin can not only stretch and bend, but also has an appearance of deep love for him, no matter what situation he is in, he can smile like a flower, and his heart is like calm water.

In Gong Mochen's eyes, Su Jin was like a poisonous snake hiding in the bushes, if he let down his vigilance, he might be bitten to death by him.

Gong Mochen pulled out the long sword hanging on the wall, and swung it at Su Jin without hesitation, a cold light flashed, Su Jin looked at the oncoming sword tip and instinctively raised his hand to grab it.

The flesh was cut open, and the smell of blood permeated between the two.

"It's a good sword." Su Jin praised sincerely.

He felt that the blade of the sword had been ground to his bones, and the bright red slightly hot liquid flowed out from his palm and dripped on the ground, splashing out red blood flowers.

This pain is nothing to Su Jin.

"This sword is called Yinshuang, and it was forged by the best swordsmith in Fenglin Kingdom. It cuts iron like mud. How many people have spent a lot of money to see the beauty of Yinshuang. It is also your honor to use it to send you on your way. .”

Su Jin stretched out his other hand and stroked the sword carefully, "It turns out that this is Yinshuang. It is said that the regent has a peerless sword. He has killed thousands of enemies with it, and no one can beat him. Seeing him today, he really deserves his reputation." , but, is the prince willing to kill his concubine?"

As he said, Su Jin raised his head, his eyes were full of tenderness, even the smile on the corner of his mouth was so gentle, the blood from the wound on his forehead flowed down the corner of his eyes, making him look a little weird, as if his face was covered with An extremely fake mask.

"If the lord wanted to kill my concubine, he would have done it long ago. Why should I talk so much with my concubine?"