How dare you feed this king poison! (2)

Meanwhile, Chang Geyue's fingernails dug fiercely into the palms of her hands. Zongzheng Moyin!

Ha, it has truly been a long time since we last met!

Zongzheng Moyin glanced at Chang Geyue, a flash of dark ambiguity crossing his eyes before he said, "Fuxin, you are losing your mind. He is not Feng Lingjiu." The Ninth Prince of the Feng family had the given name Shang, and the style name Lingjiu!

Fuxin was momentarily stunned, then dropped to one knee, indescribable panic in his eyes, "Your subordinate failed to discern the truth. Please grant me your forgiveness, Your Highness."

Without looking at Fuxin again, Zongzheng Moyin turned his gaze back to Chang Geyue, "You have the map of the Nine Provinces? Do not lie to this Prince, or else I will make you wish you were dead!"

His voice was slow, carrying a refreshing and pleasant warmth that could soothe the soul, yet to Chang Geyue, it sounded unspeakably repulsive.

Chang Geyue gritted her teeth. Splendid! She wished to make him suffer a fate worse than death as well!

Chang Geyue's gaze fell upon Zongzheng Moyin. He was certainly living quite comfortably as the Prince of Chen.

His robes were made of fine Suzhou embroidery, and even the patterns along the collar were stitched with gold threads.

Only... Chang Geyue let out a cold sneer. Back when they had pledged their love, she had loved orchids, and so every single embroidered decoration in the courtyard of his estate and upon his garments had been embroidered with a delicate orchid.

Zongzheng Moyin, she was genuinely happy for him now. With Wenwan dead, he no longer needed to feign deep affection, and the orchids had been replaced by bamboo leaves, which he preferred!

***

Zongzheng Moyin felt a strange, indescribable sensation under Chang Geyue's piercing stare. After a long moment, he furrowed his brows slightly. The gaze of this woman disguised in men's clothing carried a trace of familiarity, and even a hint of dread. "Dig out her eyes!"

Though Zongzheng Moyin possessed the refined appearance of a jade-like gentleman, years of enduring under the crown prince and the emperor had warped his temperament into something ruthlessly vicious.

Chang Geyue sneered, and just as she was about to speak, she heard a voice tinged with a wicked smile yet carrying an undeniable, world-defying arrogance, "My woman is not someone whose life or death you get to judge!"

Chang Geyue blinked in surprise. Feng Shang seemed to materialize out of thin air, the dark mist surrounding him completely dissipating. His phoenix eyes held a dim, fathomless depth, and his enchanting features appeared even more dazzling and mesmerizing, causing even Chang Geyue to miss a beat in her breathing.

Then she shook her head. Had this fellow swallowed some miraculous elixir?

Why did his complexion look increasingly radiant?

Standing before Chang Geyue, Feng Shang looked Zongzheng Moyin up and down. "Name yourself. This Prince does not kill nameless people."

Fuxin instantly flew into a rage, "You..." How dare this person insult His Highness!

Chang Geyue's lips twitched slightly. She simply could not believe that the fellow standing in front of her did not know who Zongzheng Moyin was!

However, this question was dark-hearted enough and delivered a magnificent slap to the face!

Zongzheng Moyin had been so wary of him that he had gone to the trouble of finding out the other's style name, yet this fellow walked right up and asked who he was?!

***

Could there be anything more tragic than this?

The enemy you obsess over doesn't even know who you are!

Zongzheng Moyin frowned. Mobei was heavily guarded and fiercely xenophobic, effectively operating as a country within a country, and it was only after securing his power that he had managed to obtain a portrait of Feng Shang through exhaustive effort.

Yet what he found unacceptable was that Feng Shang actually had no idea who he was?!

Did he lack ambition?

Or did he simply not take Zongzheng Moyin seriously at all!

Zongzheng Moyin clenched his teeth. The renowned Ninth Prince could not possibly lack ambition; therefore, the answer must be the latter—he utterly disregarded him!

"This Prince is Zongzheng Moyin, enfeoffed as the Prince of Chen." The viciousness in the depths of Zongzheng Moyin's eyes flashed and vanished, replaced entirely on his surface by a pleasant and refreshing smile.