C75 (2/2)

”Linglong, if you have something to say, just say it. Since you and I are calling each other sisters, then there's no need to be so polite.”

After saying that, Feng Qingying deliberately held his head and muttered to himself, ”Aiya, I don't know why, but my head feels a little dizzy.”

Then, as if he had regained his senses, he coldly glanced at Shangguan Linglong, ”What did you put in the tea?”

Shangguan Linglong saw that Feng Qingying had already been drugged and did not plan to continue acting. ”Royal Concubine, please excuse me.

”Who forced you to make a move on me? Shangguan Linglong, your life was saved by me, yet you are actually so ungrateful.” Feng Qingying supported himself on the corner of the table, his body was on the verge of collapse, and he was no longer able to stand steadily, and thus fell down onto the chair.

”My life was indeed saved by you, yet you killed my child. In that case, use your life to repay my child's life.”

”Heh …” Your own indecision resulted in the delay of the best opportunity. Yet, you blame it on me. If you want to lose your life, you should also use your own life to compensate for it. ”

Feng Qingying never thought that Shangguan Linglong would really have the intention to kill her for this reason. This time, he was really blind to actually save such a scumbag.

”I don't care whether this matter is related to you or not. My child died in your hands, so for the Soul Absorbing Orb on your body to be able to revive my child, you have already lived for more than ten years. Before my child could even open his eyes to look at this world, it's not a loss for you to give his life.”

So she was here for the Soul Absorbing Orb, she knew that the Soul Absorbing Orb was with her, and Shangguan Nanyi really doted on this little sister, if she wasn't acting, she would already want to strangle Shangguan Linglong to death.

Let her live a little longer.

”You …”

Before he could finish his sentence, Feng Qingying pretended to faint.

”Come out!”

Shangguan Linglong instructed. At this time, a middle-aged woman with a serious face walked out from behind the screen, respectfully walking in front of Shangguan Linglong and bowing, ”Miss.”

”There's no time to lose, Senior Servant Liu, make your move!”

Shangguan Linglong instructed without expression.

”Miss, there doesn't seem to be any response from the wangfei. Should we wait?”

”We can't wait any longer. The sooner the better. The child can't wait forever like this.”

Shangguan Linglong was very anxious, her child had already passed away for two days. Fortunately, the sky was cold, and she could still protect the corpse properly.

He pretended as if he was nothing on the surface, but he was still nervous in his heart. After all, they were Prince Regent's Consort, if they died here, they would not be able to escape this calamity.

But Shangguan Linglong insisted on doing so, so she had no other choice.

Senior Servant Liu walked in front of Feng Qingying, preparing to cut Feng Qingying's neck.

Before the dagger could touch Feng Qingying's neck, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his wrist.

Feng Qingying who was originally lying on the table suddenly grabbed onto Senior Servant Liu's wrist, twisted with force, causing a cracking sound. The joints on the wrist were broken by Feng Qingying, and before Senior Servant Liu even had the chance to scream, Feng Qingying had grabbed the dagger from Senior Servant Liu's hand and stabbed it accurately into the heart of the Senior Servant Liu.

Senior Servant Liu's eyes widened in fear, his chest had turned red, and he silently fell to the ground, his body twitching slightly.

The sudden change scared Shangguan Linglong. She did not expect Feng Qingying to be pretending, how did she actually detect it?

Shangguan Linglong's lips trembled a little, unable to speak for a moment.

Feng Qingying pulled out a dagger from Senior Servant Liu's chest, blood splattering everywhere. She wiped off the blood on her face and slowly walked towards Shangguan Linglong with the dagger.

The dagger was stained with a lot of blood, and blood kept dripping down the tip of the dagger. At that moment, Feng Qingying's eyes were cold, as though he was an assassin from hell.