The Fourth Prince stood still, born into the Imperial Family, with a naturally suspicious disposition, he wouldn’t be easily deceived.
Situtu Qinger closed her eyes, leaning weakly against the tree trunk: "I... I’m almost dead, is it possible that... my last... last wish you aren’t... willing to fulfill for ? You... do you want... to die without peace?"
Faced with a woman who once loved him deeply, the Fourth Prince’s heart softened. Seeing her so weak she couldn’t even stand, he thought she couldn’t be up to any tricks.
Thus, he slowly stepped forward and gently embraced her.
Situtu Qinger opened her eyes, looking at the Fourth Prince’s face just inches away, she cracked a smile, her voice weak yet carrying an eerie tone: "Fourth Prince, with you accompanying , I won’t be alone on the Yellow Spring Road."
Before the Fourth Prince could react, he felt a pain in his stomach. The sword that was originally embedded in Situtu Qinger was now, with her effort, thrust into the Fourth Prince.
The two of them, like conjoined twins, were pierced together by the sword.
This shock was no small matter for the Fourth Prince. He quickly exerted his strength and struck Situtu Qinger away with a palm.
"Whoom... Bang...!"
Situtu Qinger’s body flew out, landing heavily on the ground a dozen ters away, rolling a few tis, and then lying still.
This damned woman, on the brink of death, was still so sinister, plotting to harm him. He was foolish too, so kindhearted, to believe her after just a couple of words!
At this mont, the Fourth Prince deeply regretted it. A wave of intense pain ca from his stomach as he looked down, thankful that due to his height, the sword that was in Situtu Qinger’s heart only pierced his stomach, not injuring his organs. With so recovery ti, he believed he would be fine soon.
However, if he didn’t stop the bleeding soon, even if his organs weren’t damaged, he might die from excessive blood loss.
The Fourth Prince couldn’t worry about much else and quickly tore a piece of cloth from his clothes, randomly found so herbs on the grass. In this critical life-and-death mont, he couldn’t care about sanitation, so he chewed the herbs into a pulp, applied it to the wound, then wrapped it with the cloth strip, gradually stopping the bleeding.
After dealing with everything, he rembered the one who hard him.
Then, he turned around and walked step by step towards Situtu Qinger...
"Little cheap person, didn’t you want to kill ? Get up! Kill !"
The Fourth Prince kicked Situtu Qinger a couple of tis, but she remained motionless.
Grown this old, no one had ever dared to harm him, and the Fourth Prince harbored extre hatred. He wanted to kick her a few more tis to vent his anger, but was afraid that being too vigorous would hurt his wound, so he refrained.
He bent over, turned Situtu Qinger over to inspect, seeing her eyes tightly closed, her face ashen, already dead.
"Little cheap person, dare to harm ? Dying like this makes it easy for you, otherwise, I would have sliced you a thousand tis to vent my anger." This woman was truly disgusting, usually appearing so weak and gentle, yet on the brink of death showing her true colors, actually trying to kill him? She didn’t even consider her own worth.
The Fourth Prince pulled the sword out from her heart. Although she was just a concubine-born daughter, she was still the General’s daughter, not soone to be underestimated. He couldn’t let General Situ know he killed Situtu Qinger, otherwise, it would be troubleso if his imperial father questioned him.
He needed to destroy all evidence at the scene, as if he had never t Situtu Qinger.
However, man proposes, and God disposes. Just as he pulled the treasured sword out from Situtu Qinger, before he had ti to clean off the blood, there ca an exclamation from behind...
"Fourth Prince, what are you doing?!"
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