Chapter 35 Blood Splashing Slap

In the booing of the onlookers, in the resentment of the last group of imperial ministers and princes and nobles of the Cang Kingdom, and in the unpredictable eyes of Emperor Xia, Ling Yue was like a phoenix about to spread its wings, slowly walking to the prison platform with cold flames. However, no one knows that every step she takes is extremely heavy and unable to reincarnate.

Xia Wuchen, sitting on the watchbench, frowned, and his palms sweated because of nervousness. He was afraid that Ling Yue would choose to suicide for the last pride of the country. Although he could not see through Ling Yue's heart and what the princess of Cangguo was thinking, he hoped that she would live.

Walking up the stairs to the execution platform, facing the minister of the Cang Kingdom who was about to be beheaded kneeling in front of him, Ling Yue said coldly, "Please die." After saying that, Ling Yue turned around and prepared to leave the execution platform. As soon as I walked a few steps, I heard curses full of unwillingness and hatred behind me.

"Haha, this is Princess Ling Yue, whom we used to be loyal to. Now you actually ask thechen who once protected you with your life to die... Haha, it should be you, it's you, Murong Lingyue." It was the thin man who shouted sadly before. At this moment, his eyes turned red and he stared at Ling Yue fiercely with uncontrollable anger.

Influenced by men, some people also began to follow men's hearts and curse unwillingly.

Ling Yue turned around and her eyes were still cold: "You are not my ministers."

"Yes, of course, we are not your courtiers. You are now Princess Qinghe of the State of Xia. How can you be the once loyal, filial and benevolent Princess Ling Yue... Haha, it's me Zhu Fang who misreads the wrong person."

"What does loyalty, filial piety and benevolence have to do with whether I die or not?" Ling Yue raised her eyebrows coldly, as if she were listening to a big joke, and the left corner of her mouth rose, forming a very contemptuous smile in the eyes of others.

Zhu Fang looked at Ling Yue with hatred: "As a princess of the Cang Kingdom, but you have become the princess of the enemy country. If you recognize the thief as your father, you are unfaithful and unfilial. If you let the minister who once swore to protect you die, it is unkind and unjust. What are unfaithful and unfilial, unrighteous and unrighteous people like you still do? So the damn person is you, and the man sitting next to the dog emperor, and you should also die.

The person sitting next to the emperor? Ling Yue thought for a moment, Xia Kang? No, it should be the young man dressed in treasure blue embroidered with ancient mythical beast patterns. Jiang Mozhu, three words appeared in Ling Yue's mind. He is the man who haunts Xiao Ruyan and even does not hesitate to destroy the whole country because of love and hatred. He is also the last royal bloodline of the country.

Looking at the prisoner kneeling in front of her, Ling Yue suddenly understood why Xiao Ruyan wanted to protect Jiang Mozhu by herself. She wants to compensate Jiang Mozhu, and at the same time, she also leaves the last glimmer of hope for Cang Guo and the hope of recovering the country. If Emperor Xia knew that Jiang Mozhu was the real prince of Cang, he would definitely kill him by any means.

So what method did Xiao Ruyan use to persuade Emperor Xia to give the official position to the ministers who were once loyal to the Cang Kingdom? There must be some kind of deal. Thinking of this, Ling Yue suddenly had an ominous feeling in her heart. But now is not the time for her to play Sherlock Holmes. She must solve the current problem first.

"What good is it for you if I die?"

"What?" Zhu Fang was stunned and couldn't figure out the meaning of Ling Yue's words for a moment.

"What good is it for you if I die?" Ling Yue repeated again, "If I die, the Cang Kingdom will not perish, then I am willing to die; if I die, Emperor Xia will let you go, then I am willing to die; if I die, there will be no war in the world, then I am willing to die. But the problem is that I die and can't do anything. Cang will not reappear, and Emperor Xia will not let you go, and the war between the world will still appear. In this case, why should I die?"

"You, you... as the princess of Cangguo, how can you recognize the thief as your father?"

"I'm not Murong Lingyue. Murong Lingyue died a long time ago."

"What?"

"I lost my memory, so please treat these ministers loyal to the Cang Kingdom as if Princess Ling Yue is dead."

"Amnesia?" Zhu Fang looked at Ling Yue doubtfully and found that Ling Yue in front of him was indeed different from the previous princess. Princess Ling Yue was like a crane, but now Ling Yue, dressed in fiery red, was more like a cheetah.

"Yes, so no matter how loyal you were to Cangguo, I don't remember how loyal you were to me. In this case, I can only invite you to die. Ling Yueyun said lightly, "Okay, that's all I have to say."

"Even if you lose your memory now, one day when you think of everything, you will regret it." Suddenly someone said so.

"Regret?" Ling Yue showed a very charming smile, "I will never regret it, because I will never be able to restore Murong Lingyue's memory."

Because it was too light, no one heard the last half of Ling Yue's sentence. Of course, even if they heard it, they could not understand the meaning of that half sentence.

Turning around, behind him was a flame of resentment, and Ling Yue left the execution platform calmly. Just as Ling Yue turned around and left the execution platform, the word execution suddenly came. At that moment, Ling Yue's breathing suddenly stopped, and he saw Emperor Xia looking at himself with a playful look. She knew that it was the imperial mind. He was testing whether he really had amnesia, or if he wanted to find something from it. The danger is not only whether she really lost her memory, but also that she is not Murong Lingyue at all.

For the first time, Ling Yue began to be really afraid of Emperor Xia, who was sitting not far away and wearing a dragon robe. It is different from the fraud in the mall and the financial benefits. Imperial power often carries majesty that people can't look directly at, and blood that makes people feel fear all the time. This is not a bluff or exaggerated ostentation. It is the product of thousands of years of ups and downs and the baptism of blood and rain, which is almost like God and faith.

The screams sounded, accompanied by the rumbling sound, the heads scattered on the ground like hell on earth and the bodies falling in the pool of blood were all imprinted in people's pupils and engraved into the depths of their souls, awakening people's cruel nature of killing blood.

The sticky red blood splashed on the huge corywood platform and kept dripping into the soil along the cracks. The land of the State of Xia was finally stained with the blood of the ministers of the Cang Kingdom, which also symbolized the complete conquest and rule of the Cang Kingdom by Emperor Xia.

Ling Yue looked weakly at the clean surface of the execution platform, but there was a little nervous Xia Wuchen in her eyes. At that moment, she suddenly wanted to jump into his arms and cry, but in the end, all the thoughts just turned into a pale smile on her face and slowly unfolded, and then gradually dissipated.

What's left? No one knows.