Seeing that Huangfu Yi's murderous intent hadn't dissipated, and looking at his eyes as if he were seeing a dead person, Prince Zhuang's legs began to tremble. Now he could only save his life and then report this matter to the Emperor. Entering the Capital City without a decree was tantamount to rebellion, and the Emperor would surely punish him severely.
He stammered, "Old Fifth, let's talk this over. It was wrong of me to kill Jingchen, but even if you kill me, Jingchen won't come back. Besides, my Jing'er is also dead!"
"That was your doing, no one else's fault!" It was better not to mention it, but when it was brought up, Huangfu Yi's murderous intent rose again, and the sword in his hand slit Prince Zhuang's throat.
A sharp pain came, and the shadow of death drew near. Prince Zhuang couldn't argue anymore and shouted in terror, "No, don't kill me! Don't you want revenge? I'll give you Wei'er to atone for Jingchen's life, spare me..."
