Chapter 93 Cockroaches, Snakes, and Rats Gather Together

Princess Pingyao was too lazy to answer this stupid question and asked directly: "When you faked your death, was it because you were afraid of death and fled from the battlefield, or was there some conspiracy?"

"Pingyao, do you still have me in your heart?" Ling Fengyang looked at her pleadingly as if he didn't hear her words, his voice full of grief and bitterness, "Don't marry that Qin family bastard, okay? You don't know how I have been through the past three years, I... I miss you so much that I am going crazy..."

Princess Pingyao joked: "When you fought for Nanzhao in the Western Zhou Dynasty and lost 80,000 soldiers and horses, was it because you were distracted by thinking about me that someone took advantage of you?"

Ling Fengyang's eyes changed: "Has the envoy of Nanzhao arrived? "

"Answer my question."

Ling Fengyang lowered his head, unable to see the color in his eyes: "Do you think that with my combat capability, I will really lose 80,000 soldiers and horses?"

"Don't tell you, you did it on purpose." Princess Pingyao smiled coldly, as if she had expected his excuse, "Ling Fengyang, you are cunning and a liar, do you think this princess will still believe you? What happened back then, you'd better confess the truth, otherwise don't blame this princess for not remembering the old friendship."

Ling Fengyang raised his eyes and looked at her stubbornly: "I don't believe you will do anything to me, you can't bear it."

Princess Pingyao stood up, kicked the chair away, swung the whip in her hand, and whipped him in the face.

Ling Fengyang's pupils shrank, and he quickly turned his head to avoid it, but the sharp whip tail still scratched his face, leaving a deep blood mark.

Blood beads seeped out one by one, the sharp pain was clear and deep, and the smell of blood diffused in the wings of the nose.

Before Ling Fengyang could react, another whip hit his face.

Princess Pingyao had no intention of showing mercy, and she used practical actions to let him know whether she had any lingering feelings for him and whether she could be cruel enough.

"Pingyao!" Ling Fengyang dodged, shaking the shackles in his hands with a harsh sound, "Even if you beat me to death, I only want you in my heart! I have been thinking about you like crazy for three years, and I have dreamed of you in the middle of the night, thinking that we have become married and have children... Pingyao..."

Princess Pingyao stopped her movements and looked down at his miserable state at this time: "Ling Fengyang, did you control the annihilation of the Sheng family that year?"

Ling Fengyang curled up against the wall, with messy hair hanging in front of his forehead, covering his eyes and expression changes. However, when Princess Pingyao asked this question, his body trembled uncontrollably.

Princess Pingyao had fought side by side with him on the battlefield and knew him better than others. What else did she not understand at this time?

He just avoided the question, obviously not daring to answer her question directly.

Her judgment was verified, Princess Pingyao kicked him hard, and whipped him with the whip in her hand: "I don't want to know how much you miss me in your dreams at midnight, I just want to know how many nightmares you have had in the past three years, and whether there are ghosts coming to you at night to take your life? Ling Fengyang, I will make sure you die!"

Ling Fengyang was beaten by her and dodged repeatedly: "Pingyao, Pingyao, listen to me! Listen to me!"

Pingyao stopped and looked at him coldly: "Speak."

"Pingyao." Ling Fengyang subconsciously reached out and grabbed her arm, "I..."

Princess Pingyao took a step back in disgust, her voice became lazy, but she still kept people away: "Don't touch me with your dirty hands."

Ling Fengyang The hand that was stretched out froze, and then it was withdrawn sadly, with bloodstains all over his head and face, looking shocking: "I went to Nanzhao on the order of the late emperor. I didn't commit treason, nor did I plot against the Sheng family..."

"Why did the late emperor ask you to go to Nanzhao?"

"The late emperor knew that he didn't have much time left, and was worried that the emperor was too young to support the country and was stripped of power, so he asked me to go to Nanzhao and let others think I was dead. The purpose was to recuperate in Nanzhao, hoping to become the emperor's helper in the future."

Hearing this, Princess Pingyao raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of her mouth: "A waste like you, it's good enough not to be a burden to the emperor, and you're recuperating to become the emperor's helper?"

Ling Fengyang pursed his lips, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"You went to another country alone, and it's impossible for the Emperor of Nanzhao to trust you. How can you become his helper? How easy is that?" Princess Pingyao guessed, "So did the late emperor also have an agreement with the Emperor of Nanzhao?"

Ling Fengyang's lips were peeling and cracking, and his face was pale and streaked with bloodstains. He looked completely different from his former demeanor.

Even his voice became hoarse and unpleasant: "Yes."

Princess Pingyao thought of the scene at today's palace banquet and the loyal and brave Marquis, and said lightly: "Let me ask you again, did you know that the loyal and brave Marquis of Nanzhao has a wife?"

Ling Fengyang was startled, then pursed his lips: "Is that princess really so famous?"

The regent fought on the battlefield, and it was fine if he knew this princess, but why did Pingyao care about her so much?

"Want to be whipped again?" Princess Pingyao said coldly, "Just answer my questions."

"Pingyao, you know I have never hidden anything from you. I will answer any questions you ask." Ling Fengyang smiled bitterly, "The princess is dead."

"Dead?" Pingyao said calmly, "How did she die?"

"After she married Han Xun, the loyal and brave marquis, she never appeared in public again, so many people don't know the inside story." Ling Fengyang leaned against the wall, "Actually, I know."

Princess Pingyao narrowed her eyes: "Oh?"

"On their wedding night, the Marquis of Zhongyong poisoned the princess' wedding wine. Nanzhao didn't have that poison. I brought it." Ling Fengyang sighed, "This is my first gift to the Emperor of Nanzhao to help him get rid of Princess Zhaohua."

Princess Pingyao narrowed her eyes: "Is this one of your means to gain the trust of the Emperor of Nanzhao?"

"Yes."

"It's really a nest of cockroaches, snakes and rats." Princess Pingyao's face was very cold, "You are all mean people."

Ling Fengyang disagreed: "If Princess Zhaohua was here, it would not be my turn to take charge of the military power of Nanzhao."

"What happened after you took charge? How many victories did you win?"

Ling Fengyang was angry and embarrassed: "Pingyao, I just went to Nanzhao to recuperate and wait for a suitable time to come back to help the emperor, not to make merit in Nanzhao. Besides, if Nanzhao really becomes strong, what good will it do to Yongguo?"

"Don't make excuses for your meanness!" Princess Pingyao looked down at him, her voice cold and ruthless, "I remember you said when you were eighteen that the most glorious way for a general to die is on the battlefield. Princess Nanzhao is a god of war and a role model among women. Not to mention that Yongguo and Nanzhao are not enemies, even if they are enemies, you should defeat her on the battlefield. Even if she is pierced by thousands of arrows, I will respect you as a man! But you poisoned her with such a despicable and shameless behavior, letting her die on her wedding night, in the inner house, in a corner unknown to everyone——"

"She didn't die that night, but her martial arts were wasted." Ling Fengyang retorted, "She didn't die. Her death was not caused by poisoned wine, but she was tortured to death by the person she loved."

"You are wrong." Princess Pingyao's eyes were cold, "She was dead on the wedding night."