Chapter 1707: Face-slapping, Round 6 (8)
But right now, his ragged white robe was covered in blood, and he looked a mess.
After some hesitation, Feng Wu asked, “Are you and your brother the only princes of the Senal Grassland?”
The young prince didn’t know why Feng Wu asked that, but he still nodded with a smile. “That’s right. We’re my father’s only sons.”
Little Phoenix snorted. “Not necessarily. Your Chieftain Senal is still in the prime of his life.”
The prince smiled bitterly and hesitated.
Little Phoenix said, “You’re about to die; there’s no better time than this to tell the truth. Why are you still holding back?”
Feng Wu realized that he was hiding something, so she gave the prince a half-smile. “Would your older brother try to kill you if your father hadn’t given his tacit approval?”
The prince gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. There were things that he didn’t want to think about, because if he did, he would fall into an abyss.
But she was right. He was about to die, so why should he hold anything back?
He said quietly, “My father is ill. I’m afraid he won’t be able to have any more sons.”
Feng Wu nodded. That explained it. No wonder the older prince could make up his mind and try to kill his brother.
“Are you interested in becoming the next Chieftain Senal?” Feng Wu grinned at him.
He looked at Feng Wu as if she had gone mad.
Was something wrong with his ears or had Feng Wu lost her mind?
He had been running for his life a moment before, and the next second, he was asked if he was interested in becoming the next chieftain.
He smiled bitterly. “Princess Feng, isn’t that a bit far-fetched?”
Feng Wu waved her hands impatiently. “Far-fetched or not, just tell me if you’re interested in that position. Yes or no?”
He was going to die anyway, so what was there to be afraid of?
The prince forgot about his forbearance and pretense at that moment. He stared at Feng Wu with piercing eyes. “Who wouldn’t want to sit on the throne? I’ve dreamed about it, because…
“Because only when I’m on it can I stop fearing for my life!” The young prince looked into Feng Wu’s eyes and spoke in a serious tone.
Feng Wu said casually, “What if I told you that I can make that happen? How will you repay me?”
Make that happen?
The prince was amused. “Miss Feng, you…”
He didn’t believe her at all!
If it was Master Teacher Si Basi who was saying this, the prince would believe every word. However, she was only a princess of the Junwu Empire. What made her think she could do that?
Smiling wryly, he waved his hands. “Princess Feng, I’m going out now. I won’t put you in any danger…”
After that, he turned to leave the cave.
Feng Wu had been observing the prince this whole time.
He was kind, mild-tempered, and upright. It would be a blessing for the grassland if he could become the next chieftain. In contrast, the people of the grassland would suffer if the cruel and despotic older prince inherited the throne.
But she wanted to help the young prince mainly for personal reasons.
The older prince had sent an assassin to kill her, and she held a grudge against him for that. She decided that she would take what he wanted the most from him.
What did he want the most? Needless to say, it was the throne.