PFC Chapter 291 Give me a good time
Chapter 291 Give me a good time
She shouldn't have had any hope for such a person.
It is a tragedy for the people of Nanchu that it is ruled by such people.
Thinking of this, Jiang Lige smiled bitterly, looked at Emperor Nanchu, and questioned in a cold tone.
"Jiang Chuchu has repeatedly framed me, and this time, she is making this request to the emperor with ulterior motives. So, is the emperor really planning to hand me over to Jiang Chuchu?"
Emperor Nanchu's eyes dodged unnaturally. "What kind of trouble can a quarrel between sisters cause? Chuchu is always clear-headed. Asking her to teach you the rules is for your own good!"
Then, the Emperor of Nanchu said something that made things even more obvious, "Forget it, I'd better go take a look outside. You two sisters should solve the problem among yourselves!"
After saying this, he waved his wide sleeves and left Yihe Hall with his personal eunuch.
The so-called self-resolve means letting Jiang Chuchu do whatever she wants.
The Emperor of Nanchu was not unaware of Jiang Chuchu's intentions, he just...
Between the two, he would choose the lesser of two evils. For his grand ambition, he could sacrifice anyone, including Jiang Lige.
While he was distracted, the Emperor of Nanchu had already left the Yihe Hall, and the others also retreated tactfully.
For a moment, in the huge palace, except for some people who were exhausted and asleep, there were only Jiang Lige and Jiang Chuchu confronting each other.
There were no outsiders here, and Jiang Chuchu was too disdainful to pretend to be a loving sister. She took two steps forward, reached out and pinched Jiang Lige's chin, and said with a smile.
"Look at what my sister looks like now. Doesn't she look like a pitiful ant? The kind that can be easily crushed with just a flick of a finger."
Jiang Lige smiled and looked at Jiang Chuchu as if she was watching a joke.
"Why should ants be pitiful? Being in a weak position doesn't necessarily mean they are unhappy. The truly pitiful ones are those who clearly have everything but are still unsatisfied, and spend their entire lives extravagantly yearning for things that don't belong to them. They pour all their efforts into it, but only get bad results. Looking back, they realize that they haven't had a single moment of peace in their lives. They are walking on thin ice, and all they want is just a delusion. Jiang Chuchu, the pitiful person is you."
"It doesn't belong to me?" Jiang Chuchu's voice suddenly became sharp when she was questioned. "Then what does belong to me? Spoiled food, constant beatings and scolding, contemptuous glances, or countless concessions? Jiang Lige, you were born a legitimate princess and have never suffered the slightest injustice. What qualifications do you have to be so high-handed and accuse me of wrongdoing? People like you should experience the feeling of being trampled into the dust, and then you will know that there is no such thing as 'originally belonging' in this world!"
Jiang Lige's tone remained calm. "I can understand your pursuit of power and profit. After all, there are countless people in this world who bow down to power. But you should never, ever sacrifice the people, destroy the diplomatic relations between the two countries, and even step on mountains of corpses and seas of blood to seize power and profit!"
Jiang Chuchu sneered, "Since ancient times, who has not stepped on a river of blood? Besides, what does the life and death of ants have to do with me?"
Jiang Lige retorted, "What does it matter? Everything in this world is based on fate. The river of blood you tread today will one day become your grave. The ants you despise as dust, once their anger is ignited, will be enough to burn everything you pursue."
While the two were talking, the one-sided massacre led by Ning Luyang had already begun.
The screams outside came one after another, sharp, wailing, and piercing...
But Jiang Chuchu seemed not to hear it. There was no displeasure on her face. Instead, she had a happy smile on her face, as if she was enjoying a moving piece of music.
Then she smiled softly, and the hand that was pinching Jiang Lige's chin slowly moved down, finally stopping on the other's slender neck.
"Karma? These vague and insubstantial things, sister, let's leave them for later. Even if there are any karmic obstacles, that's a matter for the next life. I don't believe in such things. Well, sister, it's time for you to set off."
After saying that, Jiang Chuchu grabbed Jiang Lige's neck, her fingers gradually tightened, and the expression on her face became more and more ferocious.
My breathing became increasingly difficult, and everything in front of me began to blur.
At the moment of life and death, human potential always seems to be beyond imagination. The instinct of survival makes Jiang Lige, who was just paralyzed, actually generate some strength. He subconsciously reaches out and tightly grabs Jiang Chuchu's hand that is pinching his neck, trying to push it away.
Jiang Chuchu probably didn't expect that Jiang Lige still had the strength to resist, but seeing that she was struggling but couldn't shake her at all, she couldn't help but smile smugly, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.
"It's like an ant trying to shake a tree," she said.
The effect of the medicine has not yet worn off, so how could Jiang Lige not know that his actions were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot?
But when faced with life and death, who wouldn’t fight hard?
Thinking of this, Jiang Lige's nails dug deep into the soft flesh of her palm. The sharp pain made her briefly sober. She suddenly gathered her strength and broke free from the power that was shackled her.
Jiang Lige's resistance obviously exceeded Jiang Chuchu's expectations. She was knocked to the ground by the force just now and fell to the ground in a mess, and even her gorgeous clothes were messed up in this incident.
Jiang Lige, who had finally broken free from the restraints, covered his chest and gasped for breath. He looked at Jiang Chuchu not far away, and his gaze suddenly paused.
Jiang Chuchu accidentally exposed a small piece of smooth skin, and the tattoo on her skin...
It really looks familiar.
While Jiang Lige was thinking, Jiang Chuchu had already patted her clothes and stood up. She took out a dagger from somewhere, unsheathed the sharp blade, and slowly walked towards Jiang Lige.
"I underestimated you. In that case, let's give my sister a quick death."
The extremely sharp dagger approached in an instant, and the sharp blade caused Jiang Lige's pupils to shrink suddenly. Jiang Chuchu came this time with the determination to kill. Once the dagger fell, there would be no possibility of survival for him.
While he was thinking, the sharp dagger had already cut off a strand of Jiang Lige's hair and went straight to his neck.
However, at this critical moment, a figure passed by like the wind, pulled Jiang Lige away from the blade, and protected him firmly behind him.
It’s Ning Yunxiao.
Seeing Ning Yunxiao appear in front of her unharmed, Jiang Lige's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and then her eyes turned red, and the murmurs that came out of her mouth were filled with fear that she herself had not even noticed.
"Yun Xiao..."
Ning Yunxiao subconsciously stroked Jiang Lige's head, his eyes full of pity.
"Ali, it's okay, don't be afraid." Ning Yunxiao fed the pill in the porcelain bottle to Jiang Lige, "It's the antidote, you'll be fine soon."
"Okay. How's it going out there?"
Ning Yunxiao replied, "We were prepared for the Emperor of Southern Chu to make a final effort. We left Lu Er with a small team to act as a precaution. If nothing happened, I would send someone to notify them. If no one notified them, it would mean that something uncontrollable had happened. The agreed time had just arrived, and Lu Er hadn't seen our men, so he led his team to rescue us."