Strategy of Prince's Concubine's Rebellion

Chapter 390 Are You Satisfied?

"Shut up!"

As if she hated those unforgettable past events, Xiang Yingxue covered her ears in pain.

Looking at Murong Guang, he shouted hysterically: "You are not me, how can you understand my suffering, and why can you comfort me!"

This scream left Murong Guang speechless.

Yes, as a man, how can I understand the pain of women.

She was a wealthy and carefree boudoir girl who was taken as a prisoner by her second brother and imprisoned in the Yan army camp.

What a terrible thing this was for her.

How can we expect her to forgive everything in the past?

After Xiang Yingxue finished shouting vently, she gasped for breath with excitement.

"Not to mention my personal grudges with him. Just because he wants to invade my country and disturb the people of Chu, he deserves to die!"

Murong Guang looked at her distressedly and sighed: "As you wish, he is dead."

Although Xiang Yingxue regained her composure on the surface, she was still in a mess inside.

Her ears automatically blocked Murong Guang's words in a state of extreme emotional fluctuations.

"Murong Guang, if you only want to protect that beast, don't blame me for being cold-blooded!"

"Xue'er, I said, he is dead, can't you hear me?"

Murong Guanggao shouted with all his strength: "My second brother, the man you hate the most, is dead! Are you satisfied now?"

he died?
Xiang Yingxue took two steps back unconsciously.

The arrogant and domineering King of Beiyan Sizhan, who had humiliated and taken possession of her several times, has...

died?

Her heart sank with a thud, and a stirring, twisting pain arose in her chest.

It's like something that I have been pursuing and working hard for for a long time.

It was clear that he had gone through all the hardships and made all the preparations, and was about to gain momentum.

But suddenly someone tells you that there is no need to do anything, this thing is already yours.

The feeling of having no place to use all her strength and no place to vent her hatred made her feel no joy at the death of King Chen, but instead felt extremely uncomfortable.

She endured the pain, stared at Murong Guang with red eyes, and slowly uttered three words. "I do not believe!"

"Flying Stone Iron Armor, take my second brother's..."

Murong Guang choked up.

He pinched his palms hard before he could barely say those two words that made him feel heartbroken.

"Bring out my second brother's body..."

The flying stone armor had already extinguished the flames.

After hearing the instructions, he slowly and leisurely carried a person out on a bamboo raft.

Although the body was covered with a white curtain, it could still be vaguely seen that the person lying there was the invincible King of Northern Yanchen who used to gallop on the battlefield.

Xiang Yingxue saw it and strode forward excitedly.

"Princess, be careful of fraud!"

Zhang Yong called her from beside him.

However, Xiang Yingxue had waited too long for this day. She must see with her own eyes what that beast looked like when he died.

So what if there was fraud, just the few remaining soldiers in front of me were defeated.

No matter how powerful his martial arts skills are, how can he withstand the thousands of black-armored warriors he brings?

She walked up to him and lifted the curtain.

Murong Chen's pale, bloodless face immediately appeared in front of her eyes.

Oh, it turns out that the glorious King of War was no different from all other living beings at the moment of his death.

Princess Yingxue stared straight at his face that was no longer arrogant and lifeless, and countless voices from the past sounded inexplicably in her ears.

"Hehehe, what a handsome brother!"

"Brother Qiao is a good man and will do it to the end. Please help me throw away this windmill."

"Since my brother is from the Yan Kingdom, have you met the Northern Yan Sizhan King Murong Chen?"

"If the heroic King Chen is as handsome as his brother, my daughter's family will certainly be filled with admiration for him."

(End of this chapter)