Chapter 1302: Isn’t It Good to Stay a Little Stupid?...
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“Your Highness, do you want to reconsider this? After all, that’s—I‘
“Cut the crap. Just do what I told you to do. Are you waiting for me to do it myself?” Ming Fucheng interrupted him and yelled.
Yue Suiyu must die!
Of course, she could not die at his hands, much less on the city wall.
Hence, he could only send someone to kill her secretly. It could be considered the last bit of dignity he could spare Yue Suiyu. The arrogant princess of Yueming Empire had hanged herself to avoid being threatened! This news would definitely inspire the soldiers in the camp.
“Yes, Your Highness.” The deputy general could only agree. He left the tent.
“Damn it!”
In the tent, Ming Fucheng could not help but curse.
Where did Zhan Beiye capture Yue Suiyu? She should not be in the Zhanling Empire in the first place!
“Once an idiot, always an idiot. Even if Father wants to elevate her, she can’t accomplish anything significant.” He couldn’t help but sneer. He felt that his father was too blind to assign a task to Yue Suiyu.
Look what she did! She had gone to the Zhanling Empire, been caught, and was now being used to threaten him.
“Mmph, mmph, mmph.”
In a tent, Yue Suiyu was forced to drink a bowl of hot medicine.
She wanted to refuse and keep her mouth shut to prevent them from pouring the medicine into her mouth. However, she was a weak woman compared to the strength of the soldiers. She was no match for a man.
They forced the bowl of medicine down her throat in no time.
She felt a burning sensation in her throat. After a while, she could only whimper and could not say anything.
Someone had dislocated her hands with a unique technique. Even moving them would be excruciatingly painful, let alone exerting strength.
She wanted to scream and curse, but she could not. She lost her voice completely.
The soldiers left once they finished their tasks, and she was tied up alone in the tent. Then she vaguely noticed a figure walk in.
She could not say anything but shake her head, tears welling up in her eyes.
She knew this man. She had seen him in the tent. The deputy generals called him “Marshal.” He was the Prince of Zhanling Empire, Zhan Beiye.
“Isn’t it good to stay a little stupid? Why must you be clever before you die?”
Zhan Beiye sat down on the only chair in the tent and smiled at Yue Suiyu, who was lying on the ground in a sorry state.
Moments ago, the soldiers had just removed the cloth from her mouth when she started yelling that Qian Jiyun and the other person had come from Huayan Peak. Zhan Beiye was outside and heard everything very clearly.
“Don’t worry. The people who came in earlier are all my trusted aides. They won’t spread word about your sorry state. And we’re quite far away from the main camp. The soldiers won’t come here without my instructions,” he reminded Yue Suiyu kindly.
The hope in Yue Suiyu’s eyes was extinguished.
She had shouted so loudly because she hoped that someone from Yueming Empire could send word about Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue to Ming Fucheng.
However, Zhan Beiye was thoroughly prepared. She had no hope at all..