Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1543: Almost Handed Jiangshan Over to Others

"Guess what I want to do?" Feng Bufan lowered his head, the knife gliding over her body.

No, to be precise, it was gliding over her clothes.

The clear sound of fabric being cut echoed.

Hua Rong stood stunned for a mont, then hoarsely scread: "Get away... Get! Get... Get away, don’t touch , don’t... Get away..."

Eunuch Qing stepped aside, expressionless.

This manner clearly indicated that he had seen such a scene many tis before and was no longer surprised.

Hua Rong felt as if her heart had died, watching helplessly as Feng Bufan used the knife to shred her clothes, unable to do anything.

Proud and stubborn as she was, she finally let two drops of tears fall.

"You scoundrel... I will... kill you, I will definitely... personally kill you... Ah! Let go, let..."

In the end, she gritted her teeth, trying hard to stay calm.

But she was weak, her teeth couldn’t hold, and soon she loosened her grip.

"Ugh..."

Feng Bufan’s hand rubbed against her body.

Hua Rong only felt disgusted.

Her stomach churned; if she hadn’t had nothing to eat recently, and if her stomach were not empty, she would have vomited on the spot for sure.

"Qing De, look, isn’t my Concubine Rong still as charming as ever?"

Qing De walked over, glanced, and said with a smile: "Her skin has lost so of its luster compared to a decade ago."

Hua Rong’s hand trembled, her body trembled too.

Anger, sha, yet despair.

"It’s a pity I’m old too, and can no longer enjoy those gas as before."

Feng Bufan sighed lightly, looking at the exposed body in front of him, sowhat helpless, sowhat regretful.

"Jinghua, still unwilling to tell where your son is?"

"He’s your son too! Why do you insist on exterminating him?" Hua Rong’s voice was extrely hoarse.

"Oh, really?" Feng Bufan seed to be hearing the best joke in the world.

"Jinghua, you still want to deceive now? Why is it that the truth I’ve heard isn’t the sa as what you’ve said?"

Hua Rong felt a panic in her heart, but for Feng Yexuan’s sake, she pretended to be calm.

She stared at Feng Bufan, trying to ignore the awkward scene on her body, and hoarsely said: "I wish... wish he wasn’t your son."

"Ha, well now, you really got your wish." The smile on Feng Bufan’s lips was cold and mocking.

Eunuch Qing pursed his lips and said slowly: "Concubine Rong, Prince Xuan isn’t the Emperor’s son, the Emperor already knows."

"What nonsense are you speaking?" The panic in Hua Rong’s eyes flashed.

Qing De snorted coldly: "Years ago at the Prince Residence, a doctor felt your pulse, you were already pregnant before you beca Concubine Rong."

"What nonsense are you speaking?" Hua Rong denied it vehently, glaring fiercely at Feng Bufan: "You don’t even want to acknowledge your own son, are you even human?"

Feng Bufan rely sneered coldly.

Eunuch Qing said sinisterly: "The Empress has long retrieved the person, should I have her invite him in to let you see?"

"No, no..."

"You still want to hide it from now?"

Feng Bufan’s expression suddenly changed, his face becoming horrifically fierce!

"You deceived so bitterly! For over twenty years, I regarded him as my most beloved son! I even wanted to pass the throne to him!"

"Didn’t expect, all of this was your conspiracy! You made raise soone else’s son for over twenty years, you nearly let my throne fall into Prince Ye’s son’s hands! Concubine Rong, how ruthless, how malicious your heart is!"