The man responded calmly, "Those are just self-aggrandizing words. If I really entered the palace, why would I leave?"

"Because you know something you shouldn't know!"

Feng Jiuer's tone was a bit serious.

The man remained silent, and there was silence in the room.

After a while, Feng Jiuer asked in a deep voice: "Are you acquiescing?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The man responded indifferently.

"Prince Ye is about to be driven to death, how long do you want to pretend to be ignorant?"

Feng Jiuer swung the short knife.

When the sword wind passed, the curtains were opened and hung on both sides of the bed.

A bald man with scars on his face and head appeared in the sight of Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu.

The moonlight shone in, and Feng Jiuer could clearly see the man's general appearance.

The man looked at Feng Jiu'er, who was holding a short knife, and said softly: "You are still young, let's go."

"Go to a quiet place and live a good life."

"I'm not afraid of death!"

Feng Jiuer stared at him, "You're not afraid of death, are you?"

"If you were afraid of death, you wouldn't have changed your appearance and hid in this dangerous place thirty years ago."

In the blink of an eye, Feng Jiuer had arrived at the bedside and put the short knife against the man's neck.

"Say! Who are you waiting for?
Chapter completed!