C358

I have a secret for you

"To harm others will always harm oneself." Feng Qing Cheng said indifferently. He had no enmity with the Seventh Prince, if he were to obediently live his life as a prince, would not make things difficult for him in the slightest. Yet he insisted on snatching the throne from her!

He used both hands and feet to crawl to the corner of the wall. He was not Feng Qing Cheng's match, and this self-knowledge was still there: "What are you trying to do." The jailer opened the door, and the sound of the lock being unlocked turned the Seventh Prince into a frightened bird. He hugged his shoulders as he stared wide-eyed.

Feng Qing Cheng walked in with his hands behind his back. His robe carried the cold air from the outside as he looked down at the Seventh Prince from above, swept his gaze over the dark, gloomy dungeon in one glance, and then squatted down.

Seventh Prince leaned back again, regret and helplessness filling his mind. His face was ghastly pale, like a snowflake falling outside. The candlelight flickered but was not bright, they could not see each other's expression clearly, Feng Qing Cheng tilted his head.

"Don't kill me, I'm your blood brother." At this time, the Seventh Prince suddenly remembered the blood kinship. He had never been an intelligent person, otherwise, he wouldn't have wasted his saliva on saying those false words. Was he going to use that ridiculous kinship to move him? Feng Qing Cheng sneered. He pulled out a dagger from his boot. It was so bright that it was somewhat dazzling. The sharp blade slid across his skin, leaving behind a wound that would be difficult to heal.

"I want to kill you, just like how you have countless fantasies of killing me." Feng Qing Cheng drew a line on the dagger with her finger, leaving a faint trace of blood.

Seventh Prince became silent. He closed his eyes and his thin lips were also tightly clenched. There was not a trace of blood on them.

Actually, Feng Qing Cheng did not hesitate at all. If he was the one who was in trouble today, those few officials, his little brother who was sitting here paralyzed, would have used some other method to torture him.

When he thought of this, Feng Qing Cheng became extremely angry. He suddenly grabbed the Seventh Prince's neck, and lifted the skinny opponent up.

Although the Seventh Prince was afraid and his eyebrows couldn't stop trembling, he still resolutely waited for the moment the dagger pierced through his body to end.

Naturally, Feng Qing Cheng would not be merciful. Just as he was about to attack, the Seventh Prince's eyes suddenly opened, flashing with a complicated light.

"You did something to that bowl of water, right? Alright, I lost it all. But I am free when I die, and you are the most pitiful person. " The Seventh Prince had gone slightly crazy and probably resigned himself to his fate. He didn't know when, but he had already bitten his lips. Fresh blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the wet ground.

Feng Qing Cheng pushed him away and frowned. She wanted to see what he had to say, so she leaned against the wall leisurely and exhaled a breath of cold air.

Seeing the cold air rise like smoke in the sky, the Seventh Prince said while pulling at his tattered clothes, "Although you are favored now, it is still the humiliation of your father."

The last sentence that came out from his father's mouth was something that the Seventh Prince almost said while clenching his teeth. He was filled with hatred towards the Emperor and he also had a gritting hatred towards Feng Qing Cheng. His fate was similar to Feng Qing Cheng's, he didn't have as much luck as Feng Qing Cheng.

Feng Qing Cheng did not say a word. He clenched his fingers until they were white, his white fingers pinched until they were a little purple, and the veins on his forehead were popping out.

This was the thing that Feng Qing Cheng didn't want to face the most, that was, he was an illegitimate child.

The dungeon was abnormally cold, probably because the snow outside was getting heavier. Feng Qing Cheng wrapped himself in the fur, not saying a word. Seventh Prince looked at the door. He was definitely going to die today, and he wouldn't let Feng Qing Cheng feel at ease either.

"My mother was a concubine at that time, and I was the one who was favored the most. I didn't feel any love for an illegitimate child like you, let alone a parent … It would be worth it even if I think about it. " The Seventh Prince's goal was to piss Feng Qing Cheng off.

The history of a child was the most painful scar on Feng Qing Cheng's heart, and the Seventh Prince was going to slowly remove the scar that was just about to heal, bit by bit, to the point of his entire body being riddled with wounds, even if they were to die together. He was filled with hatred in his heart, but he didn't fuss about it with the Seventh Prince.

Feng Qing Cheng ignored him. He would not waste any more time on a dead man and the Seventh Prince was nothing more than a fish on a chopping block in his eyes. No matter how crazily he struggled, he could not change the final outcome.

Who knew how much time had passed before the Seventh Prince's lips curled up, like a Magus who was trying to bewitch Feng Qing Cheng.

"Whiz!" It was like a gust of wind had just passed by. Surprisingly, it was a warm breeze. The sound of breathing was accompanied by a violent heartbeat, which was as strong as the beating of a war drum.

In the next second, Feng Qing Cheng appeared on the Seventh Prince's body. He did not say a single word, but his heart was filled with resentment. Since his plan had been successful, Feng Qing Cheng no longer had an expression of honor and disgrace, and could feel a thick killing intent.

The person behind Feng Qing Cheng moved, and the Seventh Prince screamed, "Wait, I still have something to say. We are blood-related brothers, we shouldn't kill each other. " The Seventh Prince admitted that he was afraid of death.

The Seventh Prince regretted it. Perhaps he shouldn't have provoked this pervert, but it was impossible for him to back down now. He rolled his eyes, pursed his lips, then hurriedly tried to smooth things over for himself. Of course, he had already shamelessly forgotten about the forceful exchange in the great hall just now.

"I have a secret to tell you. It concerns you …" Feng Qing Cheng's brows moved slightly. When the Seventh Prince saw that he had taken the bait, he laughed and spoke in an unpleasant tone, "Actually, the Emperor knew about your existence all along and intentionally assassinated you with the Empress and his concubines. Your greatest enemy is him! Let me go, I promise you that I'll behave like a dog in the palace and won't cause any more trouble. " Seventh Prince said while wailing, and then, his tears fell as his legs kept on stepping and Feng Qing Cheng firmly grabbed onto her collar.

In a split-second, the dagger in Feng Qing Cheng's hand was like a bolt of lightning that struck the Seventh Prince's ears. Suddenly, a burst of stench spread out, leaving behind a puddle of water on the ground, while the Seventh Prince's pants became wet, as his legs trembled as he looked at the peerlessly ghost-like face in front of him.

It had to be said that the Seventh Prince's transfer of hatred had been very successful, and he had saved his own life.

Feng Qing Cheng felt like he was struck by lightning in a clear sky. This was the truth that he didn't want to accept the most, the Emperor had always wanted him dead. That day, the Emperor had said that he loved him the most. What a joke.