TSFLIP Chapter 916

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“Baili Mo…” Song Wuxia finally reacted. He spoke the name aloud, his icy hand gently stroking her cheek. In a soft voice, he said, “Fengguang, you once told me you really hated him…”

Baili Mo was arrogantly overbearing. On the very first day of his marriage to Fengguang, he had coldly declared to her, “Xia Fengguang, I can give you the status and respect due a crown princess, but don’t harbor any illusions about receiving love from me. This is a political marriage. I will never love you.”

After saying that, he had turned and left the bedchamber without another glance.

This was a story Fengguang had once told Song Wuxia. At the time, she had clenched her teeth and said, “I don’t know where he gets his confidence. Do I need his love? ‘Harbor illusions’—how ridiculous. Hmph. If I ever get the chance, I’ll beat him senseless!”

Beat him?

No. Better to kill him.

As if he had found a reason to act, Song Wuxia rose to his feet with Fengguang’s body in his arms. He murmured, “Fengguang, I will fulfill all your wishes… When you wake up, you’ll praise me.”

When she woke up, it would be just like before. Whenever he did something that made her happy, she would joyfully throw herself into his arms, rise on her toes, and kiss his lips.

He vanished into the forest, and even Liu Qi could no longer trace his direction.

On the bustling streets of the imperial capital, a man dressed in black suddenly appeared. The fabric of his clothes was unmistakably fine and luxurious, yet his face and hands were smeared with blood. The woman in his arms was especially striking—her face pale, without the slightest breath of life, clearly dead for quite some time.

Wherever the man passed, pedestrians instinctively parted to make way for him.

Someone whispered, “Is that man insane? That woman is obviously a corpse, yet he’s brazenly carrying her through the streets.”

A corpse… no. She was still alive.

A silver whip suddenly coiled around the whispering man’s neck. In a spray of blood, his head fell to the ground.

The crowd fell silent. Then, someone screamed, “Murder!” Panic erupted. Everyone began running and shouting madly, and the street vendors abandoned their wares as they fled.

“Too noisy…” Song Wuxia said gently. “Fengguang, I’ll make them quiet very soon.”

The silver whip moved as if it had a life of its own. In the space of moments, dozens lost their lives. Blood spread across the streets of the imperial city, and the stench of gore followed.

The setting sun burned red as blood, sinking at last over the imperial palace.

The Imperial Preceptor rushed into the great hall, only to find that countless people had already died there. Gravely wounded, Baili Mo stood with the woman he loved shielded behind him. The blood pouring from his injuries told him he could not hold on much longer. He clenched his teeth and stared at the figure seated upon the dragon throne, utterly powerless.

That man was no longer human, but a rakshasa come from hell.

Song Wuxia took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Fengguang’s face. He always felt that along the way, the once-clean her must have been stained with dust. Without lifting his head, he said, “I’ve killed far too many people today. Fengguang doesn’t like it when I kill… so you should take your own lives.”

He did not move, yet an overwhelming killing intent flooded the hall. That murderous aura spared only the woman in his arms. Where she lay was the sole place in this world where he could still show tenderness.