Canglan Empress

Chapter 326 Bet 3
There was a dead silence in the hall.

The expressions of the ministers are no longer astonishment that can be described, but excessive shock and even sluggishness.

After hearing the last words of the Fourteenth Prince, their first thought was that they must have heard it wrong.

However, when everyone reacted like this, only the second thought flashed through their minds, was the fourteenth prince scared to death?

The hall was filled with silence, and all eyes were focused on the slender young man with picturesque eyebrows.

As night fell quietly, the bright palace lanterns in the main hall shone on the young man's eyebrows and eyes, making his complexion look dusty and noble.

For the first time, the courtiers discovered that the fourteenth prince, who had restored men's clothes, not only still had a delicate and beautiful face, but also his demeanor could shock people's hearts.

Emperor Tiande's eyes were locked on Yaohua, as if he really knew this fourteenth son who had been neglected for a long time today.

"Rong Jin, what do you think?" Yaohua didn't care about the reactions of others, and stared at Rong Jin opposite him coldly.

Her pitch-black pupils were slightly narrowed, and her voice was as cold as a glacier that hadn't melted for a thousand years.

Rong Jin's heart trembled almost imperceptibly.

It wasn't because of the opponent's challenge, nor because he was worried about the so-called betting on his life, but just... At the moment just now, he felt that something was different.

A strange emotion slowly fermented in his heart, Rong Jin involuntarily clenched his hands tightly, and then forced himself to loosen them slowly.

Do you want to promise?

This result was indeed what he wanted, and he never gave up. He tried every means to force him to show his strength, to show his true self in front of everyone, and stop pretending...

But at this moment, Rong Jin felt a premonition for no reason.

He didn't want to delve into what this premonition was. He only knew that when things had come to this point, he had no room for repentance.

"Gambling for life?" Slowly, two words came out of his lips, and Rong Jin stared at the young Juechen's face without blinking, "Who loses and who dies?"

do you mean this?

He hated him to the point of life or death?
"Dead?" The corners of Yaohua's lips twitched slightly, his voice was thin but unprecedentedly cold, "If the Ninth Prince of the Northern Qi Dynasty dies in Dayong, the territory of Dayong will soon be flattened by the angry Northern Qi cavalry. Your Highness would be so stupid?"

After a pause, Yaohua spat out every word like grains of ice scum on his lips: "Don't you want me? If I lose, this life and this body are all yours. What do you want?" How to deal with it."

Everyone: "..."

"If you lose..." Yaohua seemed to be ruthless, and his voice became more and more ruthless, "Rong Jin, if you lose, then, if you stay in Dayong for one day, you will be His Highness's slave for one day until... ... until when you have the ability to leave Dayong."

The world seemed to have truly fallen into silence, and no one spoke.

Everyone was unable to move, unable to make a sound, as if they had been immobilized by someone. Their eyes were fixed on the young man's face, and they all looked at him dully.

My mind was blank, I just felt like I was dreaming.

Those who were a little more determined had uncontrollable doubts in their hearts, had the fourteenth prince been dropped?

This boy in front of him who is obviously only 12 years old, but looks more graceful than an adult man, is really the fourteenth prince who was so weak that he could only win sympathy with grievances a few days ago?

(End of this chapter)