Quick Wear: Another day when the villain is paying for it

"No hurry, has the emperor been informed of this matter?"

"Your Majesty's wishes are subject to your orders."

"Yeah." The man responded and waved his hand: "Go down."

"Yes."

It was a dark night with only a few stars twinkling in the sky.

Xu Ning didn't sleep. He sat in front of the window with his palm on his heart and his brows furrowed.

My heart was beating so hard in my chest, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Chun Xiao, where is Mo Shiming?"

"...Miss." Chun Xiao looked a little hesitant. When she met those clear eyes, her eyes flashed and she stammered, "My Lord is dealing with some things and will be back soon."

"Would you mind waiting a little longer?"

"No." Xu Ning pursed her lips tightly, her brows not relaxing at her words. She stood up, picked up her coat, put it on, and walked out: "I want to go find him now."

She had a bad feeling.

As time went on, that premonition grew stronger.

"Hey! Miss—slow down."

*

In the dark dungeon, Qi Zhe leaned against the wall in a mess, his black brocade robe was stained with dirt, his hair was disheveled and scattered behind him, his eyes were half-closed, and there was darkness in them.

A few muffled groans were heard, and the guards fell to the ground.

"Your Highness."

Qi Zhe raised his eyelids and met Feng Cheng's eyes outside the cell.

Feng Cheng's eyes trembled, and he quickly opened the prison door and knelt in front of Qi Zhe: "I am late, please forgive me, Your Highness."

Qi Zhe lowered his gloomy eyes and said, "Take me away now!"

“Yes.” Feng Cheng half-knelt in front of him and carefully carried him on his back: “Your Highness, I have already dealt with the guards outside, you…”

A flash of fire suddenly appeared before their eyes, illuminating their faces.

Mo Shiming stood in the crowd and looked at them coldly: "Catch them."

Feng Cheng tightened his grip around Qi Zhe's hand. Qi Zhe's face didn't change at all behind him, as if he had guessed what was going on. "Mo Shiming, you really went to a lot of trouble for us."

Feng Cheng suddenly turned around and looked at Qi Zhe in disbelief.

Was all this within his expectations? Then why did he still...

Mo Shiming showed a mocking expression: "The Third Prince is quite interesting. He even had to bring his personal guards with him to be buried with him before he died."

This Fengcheng is smart and has the ability to escape.

It's just a pity, it's too stupid.

Mo Shiming waved his hand behind him, and the guards rushed towards them with swords raised.

puff-

The sword pierced the flesh.

Feng Cheng stared at Qi Zhe in a daze, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Qi Zhe fell to the ground, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he laughed out loud.

Feng Cheng forced a miserable laugh: "...Why?"

Qi Zhe's eyes were full of disgust, and he did not try to hide the disgust and hatred in his eyes at all: "Your eyes make me sick, you deserve to die!!"

"Damn!!!"

Feng Cheng fell to the ground, just staring at him, his vision becoming increasingly blurred.

As his consciousness faded, he seemed to have returned to the moment when he met Qi Zhe many years ago.

The young man looked at him from afar, smiling and uninhibited: "Just follow me from now on."

He closed his eyes, and everything was no longer the same as before.

Mo Shiming's eyes remained calm, like a bystander. He drew out his sword and placed it across Qi Zhe's neck, looking down at him:

"Now, it's your turn."

"Mo Shiming——"

Xu Ning's hurried voice was heard from a distance, and a pink figure appeared in front of everyone.

Mo Shiming turned his head suddenly.