“When the princes fought over the throne, I took a sword to the chest for you. You said that if you became king, I would be your queen for life. When the southern tribes invaded, I led the army into battle and was poisoned. As they scraped the poison from my bones, you told me to bite your hand, saying that every moment of pain I suffered felt like a knife in your heart. During the northern campaign, I nearly died, and you took my military seal, saying you couldn't bear to see me bleed or leave your side again. Have you forgotten all of that? Did your conscience get eaten by a dog?”
“Ha! What a joke!”
Ji Wushe gave a sinister smile and looked at Cheng Nanjun with amused interest. His thin lips parted. “You actually took those few insincere words as a promise? Since you were a dog, naturally I had to toss you a few bones. Your Cheng family's cavalry are brave and battle-hardened. If you hadn't willingly handed over your military seal, how could I have dared to wipe out the Dongfang family and destroy yours? Guards, seize her! If she resists...”
Ji Wushe paused, then lowered his eyes and uttered those few words: “Kill her.”
The stories are right: emperors are heartless and ruthless!
