66. Chapter 66 Punishing traitors

Author: Writer Yue Ye

The beast had a strange idea in the dark and wanted to test whether something existed.

Or will it exist in other people besides her?

Gu Qing sat on the chair, playing with the blade in his hand and ignoring the kneeling palace maid.

He waited patiently for the traitor to have had enough, then he smiled and said softly: "At the time, did my aunt ever think about today? When she betrayed my whereabouts to the emperor and put me to death, what happened?

Have you ever thought about the love we have shared for so many years?"

"Just because I'm not in the palace, I can't wait to express my loyalty to the emperor?"

"I don't dare to do it anymore. I really don't dare to do it anymore!"

The palace maid's name was Fanghua, and she had served Gu Qing's mother since he was not born. She never expected that Gu Qing could escape the prince's pursuit, survive Gu Qingyun's hands, and massacre his entire family.

He couldn't help but stammered: "As long as His Highness spares this slave, I... I can do anything."

"oh?"

"Anything can be done?" Gu Qing asked back, seeming to weigh the weight of this sentence.

The palace maid thought this was a glimmer of hope and nodded hurriedly: "Your Highness, please give me a chance to atone for my sins. This slave... I can spy on the prince for Your Highness."

"Okay." After a while, he agreed easily.

"However, you don't need to do this..."

He just raised his chin, half-smiling but not smiling, and the palace maid quickly knelt down at his feet.

"Your Highness, please tell me, Your Highness, I can do anything."

Gu Qing played with the dagger in his hand, half-closing his eyes as if he was planning something.

For a moment, Gu Qing smiled coldly and looked at the woman at his feet: "Do you love me?"

Like, just like those two people.

Hearing this, the guards in the room were all shocked, and then raised their eyes in shock, completely unable to understand their master's thoughts.

The palace maid was even more panicked. What did the Ninth Prince mean?

Gu Qing has been regarded as a mistake, hatred, and grudge by her biological father since she was born. He has suffered from indifference and oppression from his siblings since he was a child. Even her biological mother Yuan Fei chose to abandon him the moment she escaped.

He is paranoid and cruel. In order to survive, he is good at pretending. His short life is full of abuse, darkness and distortion. No one has ever said love to him.

The palace maid was only afraid of him and really didn't know how to answer him, but she wanted to live, so she bit the bullet and followed the brand-new leather boots under her feet, tentatively grabbed the hem of Gu Qing's clothes, and then held it in her hand.

"Your Highness... Your Highness has been with me since he was a child. I... of course I love His Highness."

It's a pity that she doesn't understand Gu Qing.

As soon as her hands stained with sweat and blood touched the leather boots, Gu Qing's eyes suddenly turned cold and became a dark shadow.

"Is that so?" he said coldly.

Glancing at the hands at the hem of the clothes, he thought of the girl's soft hands. No matter how scared he was, her eyes were always clean and penetrating, and they could see everything at a glance, with a slight light.

She was completely unlike the woman in front of her, she was fake and kitsch, her eyes were chaotic with obvious purpose.

Yes, the woman approaching him has no purpose.

Everything has a hidden purpose, and the words spoken are meaningless.

Only she...

He finally figured it out. Only she could have such clear eyes that could see everything at a glance.

"ah!"

The palace maid was thrown to the ground and looked at the young man in front of her with a sudden change of face in horror.

"You are so dirty." The words coming out of his thin, pale lips can hurt people's hearts.

The young man held the short gambling blade in his hand, and the cold light flashed across his clothes, and the hem she just touched fell to the ground.

"Slave, I really love Your Highness and have His Highness in my heart. If Your Highness gives me a chance, I will definitely let Your Highness know."

"Shhh" Gu Qing raised his long knuckles to signal the woman to be silent.

Then he said: "You should be lucky that you have served me for many years."

The palace maid was stunned for a moment, and just when she really thought she had escaped, the young man on the seat suddenly laughed, his chest vibrating with laughter, but he was still elegant.

It was like teasing an animal, laughing with a sneer that would fool all living beings.

He regained his composure instantly: "Did you think I would say that?"

His erratic tone dashed the hard-won hope in the palace maid's eyes, and was torn to pieces by him.

She knew that she would not survive and would not be able to get out of here. Her eyes, which were dying and gloomy, were filled with luster because of the overwhelming hatred.

His tone was unexpectedly gentle, "I really like the look in your eyes now."

"Love? You don't deserve love. No one will love you, Your Highness. No one will love you." The palace maid's voice cried and laughed, like a curse in the dark, echoing throughout the secret room.

She used all her sarcastic words: "You were born an evil ghost, and you will always be abandoned, betrayed, and..."

The cursing stopped abruptly.

No one saw Gu Qing's movements clearly. He was obviously still sitting elegantly on the chair. All they saw was that the palace maid's eyes widened and she fell down without making a sound.

Gu Qing changed the direction of the short blade in his hand, played with it in his five fingers, looked around at the remaining guards, the smile just now disappeared, and said calmly: "Who wants to be like her? I can spare him if you recruit him.

Life."

The sound of swallowing suddenly came to mind in the secret room. The two of them glanced at each other and instantly changed their faces and rushed towards Gu Qing.

They saw Aunt Fanghua's death. Compared to someone who had served for several years, they knew their status well, and if they fought to the death, they might still be able to survive!

But as soon as the two of them took a step, their hearts were pierced, and then two short blades came out of their chests and were nailed to the wall. Then the person in the position hooked his fingers, and the short blades returned from the wall to his hands.

They didn't even have time to shout, they just fell to the ground dumbly with their eyes wide open, turning into two silent corpses.

Gu Qing wiped the blood-stained blade, turned around on the chair, and the two people except Feng Ying knelt down together, sweating like rain, and said: "I swear to follow His Highness to the death, and I must do my best for His Highness' great cause.

If you can, just die!"

"It's okay to get up, so there's no need to kneel down."

great cause?

He wiped his fingers very slowly: "It doesn't matter if the cause is big or small, as long as you don't get in my way."

Gu Qing stood up and saw a pool of blood dripping in front of the steps. He frowned, then carefully stepped across the pool of blood and walked up the steps.

"Your Highness!"

Feng Ying hurriedly called him.

He reminded in a deep voice: "Your Highness, I learned from Hua Ying that for some reason, there was news in the city about the situation on the day of the autumn hunting. It was said that Miss Shen Er was trapped on the cliff during the autumn hunting, and she was with a..."

He glanced at his master on the steps, lowered his head and said, "I have an affair with a lowly horse slave, but I want my subordinates to kill the rumors?"

Unexpectedly, the young man turned around, smiled brightly, and asked: "Why do you want to strangle me? Isn't this bad?"

Surprised thoughts flowed in Feng Ying's eyes.

He originally thought that his master would take advantage of this incident regarding the prince's marriage, but now it seems that his master has more than just this idea.

The words of the palace maid just before her death could be heard leisurely.

Feng Ying didn't know for a moment whether he should sympathize with the Shen girl or worry about his master. Seeing his master like this... Alas, he chose to remain silent.

Outside the secret room, there was a drizzle, and the air was even three cents colder. The weather was getting colder and colder. Gu Qing lowered his head and looked at the boots on his feet. The fur inside made him no longer cold.

"The weather is getting colder and colder."
Chapter completed!