Male God, a Little Su

"Hey, the national teacher is serious!" The sixth prince didn't defend himself, he smiled and waved his hands.

The pupils constricted in the next second, and the smile even froze on his face.

"Well……"

The pain of being pierced through the heart caused the Sixth Prince's eyeballs to be filled with a layer of blood mist. There was a sound of 'clack, cluck, cluck' from his throat, which didn't seem like a human could make it at all. Viscous blood rushed out of his mouth.

"you……"

His face was full of disbelief and shock, and he fell backward unwillingly.

Wen Yanqing let go of his hand, and looked indifferently at the painful expression of the sixth prince. If his heart is pierced, he will not die instantly. He can feel the feeling of being torn apart and his life passing away little by little.

"This minister is really grateful to His Highness the Sixth Highness, thank you for everything the Sixth Highness has done."

He was dressed in a snow-white robe with a few bluegrass embroidered on it. A few drops of blood were spattered on the cuff, scattered like red plums blooming in the snow.

He frowned Qingjun, and there was a hint of annoyance in his warm eyes. Ah Yan liked this dress the most. When she went out this morning, she even praised him a few times and even kissed him.

Now it is stained with dirty blood and can no longer be worn.

A layer of hostility gradually appeared in Wen Yanqing's eyes...

The courtiers leaned together, not daring to breathe.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows behind.

Bearing all the infamy, the sixth prince fought all the way in, but Wen Yanqing pierced his heart with a sword at the door.

He ended up with an unsatisfactory end.

And after death, I am afraid that he will also bear the eternal infamy.

Only Wen Yanqing is the only one who takes good care of herself and is clean.

Emperor Chengde was taken aback by this sudden change, and then reacted with ecstasy, "Aiqing, I knew you would not betray me!"

It turned out that he had been acting before.

"Ah……"

Hearing what Emperor Chengde said, Wen Yanqing chuckled and shook his head pityingly.

He raised his hand and slowly took off the mask. Dressed in a snow-colored robe, she was alone. Standing in the blood, he has a clean and noble demeanor, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, and his eyes are like stars.

If it is said that his whole person is perfect like a painting, a jade carving. Then the hideous scar on his face meanders from his forehead to the end of his eyes, it is a failure, tearing up this perfection forcefully!

"The emperor was joking, why did you betray? I'm just here to take back what belongs to me." Wen Yanqing walked towards the dragon chair step by step, his dark eyes became deeper and deeper, and every word and every sentence came from his full heart. There was endless sarcasm in the cold voice.

"The emperor looked at my face, did you ever have a feeling of deja vu?"

Emperor Chengde's hands trembled, watching Wen Yanqing getting closer and closer to him, he could hardly control his body.

"You are, you are..." A name swirled between her lips, and everything surfaced.

"It's me." Wen Yanqing finally walked up to Emperor Chengde and stood still slowly. He looked down at him condescendingly, as if looking at a humble ant, "If you are based on seniority, I should call you Uncle Huang. Back then you framed my father, the late emperor, and tampered with the succession edict. For more than ten years, Do you sit comfortably in this seat? Stepping on the bones of your brother and father, have you ever thought that you can have today?"

"You are that child of King Mu?! You, you are not dead—"

It seemed that there was an invisible big hand strangling his neck tightly, making Emperor Chengde short of breath and his face flushed.