The icy stone door was opened, and the man who walked in carried an aura of absolute cold.
Ye Qingying looked up, meeting his gaze, his palm slowly tightening.
"Where is Xiao Yao?" he asked hoarsely.
At this moment, Ye Qingying's wrist was shackled by chains forged from millennium cold iron. He lay on the bed, unable to rise due to his injuries.
Yet, the killing intent in his eyes was not diminished.
"She is this King's Li'er, not your Xiao Yao," Feng Yexuan's voice was utterly cold.
"Jian Wuying, this King and you had no significant grievances, but you helped Yu Linglong harm Li'er, making you guilty of a heinous crime!"
Unexpectedly, after a moment of stunned silence, Ye Qingying suddenly laughed coldly.
"Heh, even if I am guilty of a heinous crime, you still lack the courage to kill me now!"
"Do you think this King truly dares not kill you?" Feng Yexuan's palm tightened, instantly accumulating true qi beneath it.
Yu Xing grew anxious and quickly said, "Your Highness, he is still recovering from serious injuries. This palm strike of yours will truly take his life."
"Heh," Ye Qingying, however, seemed fearless. Knowing he faced a beast that could erupt in fury at any moment, he continued to provoke:
"You don't dare. Prince Xuan, you lack the courage to even kill me."
"Jian Wuying, do you truly wish to die?"
Yu Xing glared at him and said angrily, "If you don't truly want to die, then shut your mouth!"
Ye Qingying merely looked at Feng Yexuan, his eyes devoid of any light.
"Feng Yexuan, even if she is Chu Qianli, her heart now only belongs to me. If you truly have the guts, then kill me!"
What was the meaning of living, after all?
Before, it was nothing but killing, and then more killing.
Now, perhaps he had someone to care for, but that care had returned to Feng Yexuan's side, and was now irrelevant to him.
She had finally returned to her rightful place, to herself.
In fact, it wasn't entirely bad.
The only bad thing was that as long as he was alive, he would be a burden to her.
Ye Qingying looked at Feng Yexuan and sneered, "The woman you care about now cares about me. Feng Yexuan, if I were you, I would kill this troublesome man!"
"Jian Wuying, you've truly gone mad!" Yu Xing was in a panic.
Jian Wuying could not die yet.
As he said, Xiao Yao's heart was now entirely his.
If His Highness killed him, Xiao Yao would hate His Highness to death!
Yu Xing pleaded with gratitude, "Your Highness, Miss Xiao Yao has not yet remembered her past. Now, you cannot push her too hard."
"Your Highness, you don't want to see Miss Xiao Yao in despair, do you? Your Highness, Jian Wuying, cannot be killed now!"
Feng Yexuan's chest heaved violently.
Xiao Yao, Li'er, was still asleep in the room at this moment.
When she had given herself to him, she had been somewhat unclear in her consciousness. Even he could feel her instinctive compliance towards him.
However, when she regained her senses and remembered she was Xiao Yao, discovering they had already been intimate, she had been so enraged that she had fainted on the spot.
Her current thoughts were still those of Xiao Yao; she had not yet recovered Li'er's memories...
Feng Yexuan took a deep breath again, and finally, the true qi beneath his palm dissipated.
"Why do you seek death?"
He stared at Ye Qingying, his gaze icy, "What did Yu Linglong do to you to make you feel that even living would make you a waste?"
Waste!
Ye Qingying's body stiffened!
It was well known that Prince Xuan was cold and ruthless, and meeting him was indeed as the rumors said. One sentence had almost completely crushed him!
That's right, he didn't want to live because of the蛊 worm within him!
As long as the蛊 worm remained, he would forever be a puppet manipulated by Yu Linglong, a waste!
The word "waste" caused the last glimmer of light in his eyes to completely vanish.
Now, there was no more radiance.