The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 274 My wife, Shuang'er, is a killing god.

Dressed in pristine white, Pei Du appeared like an immortal banished from the filthy, dark dungeon.

"In truth, I don't understand. Lord Pei is like this, and so is Jiang Jinshuang. Are you two so willing to risk your lives for the sake of your so-called obsessions?"

Jiang Biechen seemed genuinely confused. He tilted his head slightly and smiled at Pei Du: "In the end, he's just a prince. If his achievements overshadow the emperor, he should be feared and executed. Jiang Jinshuang prides herself on being clever. Doesn't she understand this reason?"

Why do we still need to investigate?

Why go back to Beijing?
She could have simply stayed in Baiyujing for the rest of her life, remained in her fiefdom, and lived a secluded life as Princess Zhaoming.

"Jiang Jinshuang is not smart, Jiang Jinshuang is incredibly stupid."

He said this with a hint of rage and madness on his face.

Yeah, why?

Why is Jiang Jinshuang always the smartest one?
In his childhood, he worked harder than any other prince. Knowing that he was the eldest son of the legitimate wife and the Crown Prince, he worked tirelessly and never relaxed for a moment, even when others were playing and enjoying themselves.

Having finally gained the Emperor's favor, all the respect and glory he received vanished when Jiang Jinshuang, who skipped school every day, casually mentioned a method for controlling the floods.

This is not fair.

This is unfair.

Even later, his father said to him earnestly, "Biechen, actually, if Shuang'er were a man..."

Jiang Huayan didn't say the rest.

But Jiang Biechen understood what Jiang Huayan meant.

If Jiang Jinshuang were a man, he would not hesitate to abandon him and make Jiang Jinshuang the crown prince.

She was so smart that even Jiang Biechen felt overshadowed when he stood next to her.

“But she’s just a bit smarter, isn’t she?” Jiang Biechen smiled as he looked at Pei Du in front of him, his eyes filled with almost insane jealousy. “Lord Pei should know better than I that being smart alone is not enough to become the crown prince.”

Pei Du looked at Jiang Biechen, his eyes clear and unambiguous.

He didn't show the slightest emotional change because of Jiang Biechen's words; he just looked at him with indifference and...cruelty.

Yes, it was cruel.

Pei Du wasn't actually that kind-hearted.

Pei Du was actually always aloof.

He looked at Jiang Biechen, who was laughing hysterically, and said in a cold voice, "Does Your Highness know that several years ago, Prince Ruiyang was able to conquer all enemies with just a mask of a killing god covering his face?"

Jiang Biechen narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow slightly: "This is common knowledge among the people of Wan Jin. Is there a problem?"

Pei Du's voice remained as cold and detached as ever: "Has Your Highness ever considered what would happen if, beneath that mask of the God of Slaughter, it was never actually the face of Prince Ruiyang?"

Quiet.

Dead silence.

The sound of silent, icy water came from somewhere in the prison.

"Tick tock-"

Each drop seemed to fall gently into Jiang Biechen's heart.

Jiang Biechen's eyes widened in astonishment.

After a long silence, he chuckled softly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes as if he had just thought of something: "Pei Du, what are you trying to say? Are you trying to say that the mask of the God of Slaughter is actually imbued with demonic magic, capable of turning the wearer into a god of slaughter, invincible!?"

"The mask has no magical power, and the god of death does not need to be prayed to."

Pei Du looked at Jiang Biechen calmly and indifferently: "My wife, Shuang'er, is the Goddess of Slaughter."

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!!"

Jiang Biechen suddenly retorted loudly and frantically, his expression grim and his eyes bloodshot!
He burst into laughter and pointed at Pei Du: "Pei Du, are you implying that Jiang Jinshuang has always been the one fighting on the battlefield?!"

"You don't think that by saying such nonsense, I'll be afraid of Jiang Jinshuang, do you!?"

The man looked at Jiang Biechen, his dark eyes as calm as water: "Although Prince Ruiyang, Jiang Buhuo, is a man, his stature is not particularly tall compared to the princess."

"His Highness Prince Ruiyang is skilled in martial arts, but as the rumors say, his martial arts skills have not reached the pinnacle and he is invincible in every battle."

"That's why there are rumors that the mask of the God of Slaughter worn by Prince Ruiyang, Jiang Buhuo, can grant him demonic power, which greatly increases his inner strength and makes him invincible." After a pause, Pei Du slowly said, "In fact, from beginning to end, the one who fought and killed on the battlefield and was invincible was my princess."

"Nonsense! You're talking nonsense! If it were true! If it were true—"

“If that’s really the case, why didn’t His Highness Prince Ruiyang admit it himself back then? That way, he could have avoided the death penalty and saved his life.” Pei Du picked up on what Jiang Biechen hadn’t said.

Looking at Jiang Biechen, whose eyes were wide with disbelief, Pei Du said in a calm tone: "Your Highness, do you know why Princess Zhaoming concealed such great achievements and attributed all such glory to Prince Ruiyang?"

"Shut up..." As if he had thought of something, Jiang Biechen's voice trembled as he stared intently at Pei Du.

Pei Du spoke slowly and deliberately: "It's because of you, Your Highness."

"Shut up……"

"Because for Shuang'er, great achievements are not important, nor is being honored, nor is being praised by thousands of people. Your Highness, your position as the heir apparent is the most important."

"I told you to shut up!!"

Jiang Biechen flew into a rage and hysterically roared at Pei Du!

A moment of deathly silence fell over the prison.

"Tick tock-"

Pei Du looked at Jiang Biechen, who was unsteady on his feet, and said in his usual tone, "Your Highness, it's not just the Princess who has selfish motives."

"His Highness Prince Ruiyang also has one."

"Of course, he could plead with His Majesty after returning to the capital and explain the matter, saying that it was not he who was invincible and made great contributions, but Princess Zhaoming, and thus be spared the death penalty."

"But he did not do so, because for His Highness Prince Ruiyang, preserving the princess's life was more important than his own."

After a pause, Pei Du said calmly, "I have already sent people to investigate the testimony of Zhou Yuan's wife."

"His Highness Prince Ruiyang once asked Prince Changping, Jiang Zeyi, to convey a message to His Highness the Princess."

He said, "Your Highness, I will only be a hero this once."

Pei Du calmly looked at Jiang Biechen, who was on the verge of collapse, his posture upright and his waistline graceful.

"Your Highness, my Princess Zhaoming is more remarkable than anyone else."
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Jiang Jinshuang carried a long sword.

It was sent to her by her uncle when they were in Baiyujing.

Whenever the two armies clashed, Jiang Jinshuang would put on that god of war mask, change into armor that matched Uncle Wang's physique, and go to the battlefield in his place.

—She has been to many battlefields.

She has killed many, many enemies.

Whenever a battle was won, she would quietly disappear into the ranks of the army and hand over the mask of the God of Slaughter back to Uncle Wang, who would then take over the cleanup work.

This situation lasted for five years.

She became the shadow of Prince Ruiyang's "god of death".

Murder was something she was very skilled at and could do with ease.

So she picked up her knife and headed towards the palace.

Entering through the main gate and walking upwards, the palace servants saw the long knife in her hand and none dared to stop her; they fled as if their lives depended on it.

They proceeded all the way to the outside of the Golden Palace.

"Zheng——"

Something has cut through the wind!

Jiang Jinshuang, wielding her curved sword, blocked the attacker with a horizontal slash!

It is Eunuch Sun's whisk.

Forced back a few steps by the sword energy, he managed to regain his footing.

Eunuch Sun narrowed his eyes, his tone cold and deep: "Princess Zhaoming, what are your intentions?"

Jiang Jinshuang's tone was cold and deep, neither humble nor obsequious: "I demand an explanation from the Emperor."

My foreshadowing!! My secret!! My hidden plot!! It's finally out!! I've been holding it in!!