"Feng Qingge, are you a good-for-nothing worthy of occupying the position of Crown Princess?"
The severe pain caused Feng Qingge to open his eyes suddenly, and a fishy sweetness surged in his throat. Black iron chains penetrated her bones, hanging her in the center of the altar. Standing in front of him was a handsome man in a brocade robe and a jade crown, wiping the blood-stained dagger with a handkerchief.
"Xiao Beichen?" She subconsciously shouted this
