Chapter 68: Grant Me a Quick Death

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Grant Me a Quick Death

Feng Qing saw that when Rong Ling spoke to her, he did not avoid Rong Jia and Rong Yifeng at all, so she knew that these two were definitely on Rong Ling’s side.

Rong Ling spoke leisurely, "Your little aunt said she overheard Marquis Jing’an in the study conspiring with someone, already suggesting the Little Emperor poison me, so that they can sleep peacefully ever after."

As Rong Ling finished speaking, both Rong Jia and Rong Yifeng’s expressions changed, and they spoke simultaneously: "He dares."

With that, Rong Yifeng immediately raised his hand and slammed his fist onto the stone table with a bang.

On one side, Rong Jia raised an eyebrow and said in a deep voice: "Little Uncle, I think that Dog Emperor really is capable of doing such a thing. Don’t be fooled by how he always pretends in front of you, he’s actually narrow-minded and deceitful, and what about that Su Family brat?"

Before Rong Jia could finish speaking, Rong Ling stopped him. Although he wasn’t fond of the Empress Dowager’s family either, he didn’t want to speak ill of them in front of outsiders.

Rong Jia listened to Rong Ling, stopped speaking, then seemed to recall something and asked, "What does it mean to act within ten days?"

This time, Feng Qing answered this lord’s question.

"Prince has set a ten-day deadline. If within ten days the Emperor doesn’t act against him, then Prince will think I’ve deceived him and will want to kill me. That’s why I was scared and escaped."

Before Rong Jia could speak, Rong Ling coldly laughed and said, "Can you get away just by running? And look at your face, what is that supposed to be."

Already ugly, and now all black and smeared with stuff on half of it.

Feng Qing was enraged as it was all his fault, yet he had the face to mock her.

In her anger, she forgot her fear, straightened her back, lifted her head, and said with a magnificent momentum, "Life or death, now or ten days later, it doesn’t matter. Might as well take a gamble."

Rong Ling was amused by her action, lightly clapping twice: "How bold."

After he finished speaking, he looked out to Nan Feng from the Eight Treasures Pavilion: "Didn’t you see your Princess Consort asking for death? What are you waiting for, take her away, crush her bones and soak them in a wine jar."

Feng Qing’s expression immediately changed; they wouldn’t even let her die in peace, how perverted.

"Prince, I beg for a quick death."

Seeing her resolute look, Rong Ling spoke coldly: "I won’t give you a quick death!"

"Prince, if not for me, you wouldn’t know the Emperor harbors ill will against you. I’ve saved you, and you can’t repay kindness with enmity."

Since she was going to die anyway, arguing a little wasn’t bad, might as well label the man as someone who repays kindness with ingratitude.

In the Eight Treasures Pavilion, Rong Ling’s expression darkened with anger, and with just a blink, he was accused of repaying kindness with ingratitude, how amusing.

"According to you, if I don’t give you a quick death, then I’m repaying kindness with enmity?"

"Yes."

Feng Qing directly and unceremoniously sentenced him; that’s exactly what it was.

Seeing how the Empress Dowager and Little Emperor were superficially respectful to this prince, he probably thought they revered and loved him. But who knows when he might fall victim to their schemes, so truly, she was his benefactor, at least having stirred in him a sense of precaution.

In the pavilion, Prince Qin and the Heir of Prince Zhao were stunned.

Honestly, not many in Dayan would dare speak to their Little Uncle like this, and their Little Uncle never had the patience to entertain others.

Usually, anyone daring to speak to him this way would be dragged out and beaten to death directly, but now, the one daring to speak so is still standing, whether she’ll die or not is still unknown.

Prince Qin and the Heir of Prince Zhao looked at Feng Qing with admiration, their little aunt was formidable, a real tough one!