Chapter 9 – Is This Prince a Tyrant?
Nan Yan panicked, letting out a cry. At that moment, Zhu Feng abruptly extended his long arms and reached out his hands. He grabbed the cloak around her body and fiercely yanked her back up.
When Nan Yan tumbled into his body, she felt that the man’s chest was as hard as a rock and it was like bumping into a block of ice. As she raised her head up, she found herself looking into his black eyes and they seemed like a bottomless pool.
The very cold gaze made Nan Yan tremble a little.
Zhu Feng’s gaze did not waver and he said in a dark and low voice.
“Did you just call me a tyrant!”
“Is this Prince really a tyrant?”
“Tell me, is this Prince a tyrant?”
His hand clutched the cloak near her chest so tightly, that there was only a short distance between it and her neck. Nan Yan had a slight impression that he was strangling her. Not only could she not open her mouth, but she was even incapable of breathing.
Zhu Feng’s pair of cold bottomless pool-like eyes were still staring closely at her, but there seemed to be a small, almost invisible flame secretly burning deep within them.
“Is this Prince a tyrant?”
He seemed to especially care about this one issue.
An epiphany flashed through Nan Yan’s chaotic mind and she struggled to get her voice out. Finally managing to squeeze something out a moment before she suffocated, Nan Yan said,
“Your Highness, whether or not you become a tyrant shall depend on how Your Highness does it.”
“If Your Highness thinks that what I am saying is wrong, there would be no harm in killing me as well.”
“However, a tyrant’s evil reputation. No matter how many people you kill, you will never be able to get rid of it! ”
After saying this, she slightly shivered while looking at Yan Wang.
In fact, before she had finished speaking, Nan Yan knew that she had said ‘the wrong words’. Just recently First Class Female Attendant Li did not dare to resist even a little, simply complying to his wishes. But still she met with a violent death, killed by a sword. Even if these words died a hundred times, it would not be enough. She slowly closed her eyes in despair waiting for the sword to fall.
However, the anticipated sword did not come. She felt that his grip was slowly loosening. The cloak around her neck also slowly let go. Nan Yan shuddered before slowly opening her eyes.
A pair of pitch black serene eyes looked at her unblinkingly.
Unknowingly being stared at so fixedly by such an oppressive man made her feel breathless. Still, as her body relaxed Nan Yan felt her chest suddenly relax and a big breath of cold air poured in as she started to cough.
The cough was somewhat unable to be stopped. She coughed so hard that she could no longer stand straight and both her cheeks were a deep red. After a while, she managed to calm down the suffocating feeling in her chest. Then she raised her head and looked up, only to meet Zhu Feng’s cold eyes.
“Good, this prince actually feels like taking a look at what you said. Finding out if it is true or not.”
He ordered without turning around to see:
“Drag these people down and lock them up.”
The guards were also somewhat stunned. They did not expect His Highness to spare them. However, they did not dare to hesitate and hurried to detain the frightened people.
But as soon as they turned around, they heard a soft laughter in the night.