Prince Jing watched as the sword tip approached his chest and couldn't help but shout anxiously.
"Big brother, it would be better to keep me and third brother alive; we could still be of some use. I wouldn't dare act rashly, but I can't guarantee third brother will be as obedient as me."
Prince Jing smiled faintly, his body neither dodging nor retreating, and soon enough, Li Chang An's sword tip pressed against his chest.
"Wait!" Prince Gong slightly curled up his lips, "What you say makes some sense!"
The sword tip pierced Prince Jing's chest, and blood instantly spread on his plain mourning clothes, resembling a blooming peony.
Prince Jing only felt a stab of pain in his chest and cursed Prince Gong in his heart, loosening the silver threads tightly gripped in the sleeve.
"Just hijacking the Empress isn't enough; who knows whose man He Chaoguang is? If I have you all under control, there's no fear he won't obey. You might be of some use, so let's kill later!"
