“Me, it is all my fault! It’s me, I’m the one targeting the crown prince consort! I was the one who dispatched assassins multiple times to attack the crown prince consort. AH…” Geng Pengcheng’s spiritual conscious apparition once again screeched miserably.
Qiao Mu gazed at him expressionlessly. “You had better tell the truth at this point! Who exactly are you slaving away for!? Say it.”
She wasn’t going to believe this person’s incomplete untruths.
If talking about their relation to each other, she had never seen this prefecture lord of the Shuntian Prefecture before in both her lifetimes!
She was certain that a person could not harbor resentment for no reason.
Mo Lian also coldly uttered word for word, “Find this little lass in the Lower Star Domain. You must make sure that nothing goes right for her and that she lives like trash. That she struggles on whilst at death’s door, never catching sight of hope nor the end!”
“You cannot let her have the chance to head to the Divine Province!”
“Once she shows any signs of burgeoning talent, you don’t need to wait for her to grow up wretchedly, just obliterate her!”
These sentences came from the memory fragments he extracted from Liu Yizhi’s soul. Even until now, he still could vividly remember every word.
His voice was low and pleasing to the ears as he recited these words for Geng Pengcheng, but even the obtuse Dao Wuji could make out the callousness in his voice.
Qiao Mu suddenly smiled and gave a nod. She condensed her spiritual conscious into a sword and pierced it through Geng Pengcheng’s shoulder. “I had always been particularly curious. How did I offend you!? To make you punish me like this!”
“You want me to suffer and struggle on whilst at death’s door. Is this the perfect life you people have laid out for me?”
“Yet who knew that I would climb out of hell, no longer advancing along the path you had set for me. My life was now like a wild horse that had lost its reins, completely out of your control!”
“Therefore, you no longer had the patience to watch me grovel. You were anxious to eliminate me, no?”
“Cough, cough. Cough.” Geng Pengcheng’s spiritual conscious apparition had completely wilted, and he lay limply inside inside the dirt prison.
His eyes lost focus as he muttered, “Don’t, don’t kill me. Don’t kill me!”
“You are part of Heavenly Fate, right.” Qiao Mu spoke coldly, “Fan Qiuhe and Fan Gu are your subordinates?”
Geng Pengcheng shook his head dazedly.
“You still want to lie at this point?” Mo Lian couldn’t resist chiding, “You really won’t accept the outcome until you see it for yourself! In that case, I’ll roast your spiritual conscious apparition for 49 days and act as a tonic for my purple divine flame.”
Geng Pengcheng’s pupils contracted, and his mind was now fully awake. He shouted while struggling, “Spare my life, Your Highness the Crown Prince. Spare my life, Your Highness! I was muddle-headed to target the crown prince consort, but before this, I simply wasn’t aware of the crown prince consort’s true identity at all! That was why…”
“Shut up!” Mo Lian berated.
Didn’t know her identity? This could deceive kids, but forget about them.
He and Qiaoqiao’s marriage, from betrothal to the ceremony, had all been carried out in the eyes of the public.
If Shuntian Prefecture’s prefecture lord was intent on watching Qiaoqiao, how would he not know these small details.
He probably feared Qiaoqiao’s growth, so he did everything on purpose!
A cluster of burning purple flames suddenly landed on Prefecture Lord Geng’s spiritual conscious apparition. The scorching flames covered his body icily, and the sensation of ice meeting fire engulfed him.
That sensation of getting burned was truly too unbearable.
