Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

He deeply understood that in this battle, the momentum of the Great Zhou Dynasty was gone.

There is no possibility of a desperate counterattack anymore.

When the wind blows, his snow-like white robe unfolds in the wind, and he has an immortal wind, as gentle as jade.

He looked at the sharp dagger shining with black light in his hand. The end of the dagger was clearly engraved with Murong Canghai's name.

He raised his eyes and his eyes fell on Su Yueming. His eyes contained too much friendship, too much reluctance, and too many unforgettable thoughts.

"No." Su Yueming shook her head in despair, how could she watch him die again.

Murong Canghai was deliberately using this extreme method to torture their will and emotions.

The prince smiled.

He looked at Murong Canghai and said, "Promise me one thing, don't make it difficult for me, Princess Duorong."

Murong Canghai raised his lips and said expressionlessly, "I have made my own decision, Prince Zhou, there is no need to say anything."

The prince looked at Su Yueming for the last time, deeply, deeply, using up all the emotions in his past and present lives. He opened his mouth and said something, but Su Yueming didn't hear a word clearly.

Murong Canghai looked at him coldly, watching as the dagger in his hand slowly raised and aimed at his heart. If he stabbed him with this knife, he would definitely die.

They are both willing to die for each other.

This point deeply hurt Murong Canghai. No matter how hard he tried, he could not enter Su Yueming's world, but he had the opportunity to let her die for her sake.

The wind blew, as if those who did not succumb to fate were whimpering.

Su Yueming stopped struggling and screaming, and she calmed down.

Suddenly, she focused on the dagger that tied her up. She slammed to the side, and the soldier was knocked away. She jumped decisively and jumped down the cliff.

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Her voice came from the wind, "Murong Canghai, you must keep your promise and ensure that the prince returns to Beijing safely!"

Her body, like a butterfly with broken wings, floated down the mountain.

Everyone was shocked, no one expected her to make such a jump!

"Yue'er!" The prince dropped the dagger in his hand and ran towards the cliff desperately, like lightning.

That sad and desperate voice resounded throughout the air.

"Su Yueming!"

Murong Canghai also flew over. The moment he saw her leaping, his heart stopped beating instantly, and all the blood in his body froze, as if he suddenly fell into thousands of feet of ice water.

To the bone!

He had never been so scared, panicked, and regretful as at this moment.

"Your Majesty!" Ying Lie and other soldiers hurriedly stepped forward.

But, it's too late.

Murong Canghai and the prince jumped up at the same time, reaching out to catch her.

Two figures, one black and one white, descended sharply. They seemed to be risking their lives for this one woman.

Everyone on the cliff was so frightened that they almost stopped breathing.

During the rapid descent, Su Yueming seemed to hear a call coming from her ears. She slowly opened her eyes. She only felt the wind whistling by her ears. She seemed to be unable to see anything, and she seemed to see someone.

As she fell off the cliff, she whipped the long whip on her body and threw it towards her.

However, she quickly closed her eyes and passed out before she hit the ground.

"Yue'er..." The prince's voice was so tragic that the sky was moved.