Jiang Ning forced down her discomfort and said coldly, "Then I must speak the truth, Your Highness is not being very modest."
Suddenly, Gucheng handed her a curved dagger.
"Kill," he said simply.
It seemed that even someone as innocent as him could no longer bear it.
Jiang Ning took the dagger, thought for a moment, and said, "Killing Prince Xinhai will have serious consequences."
"Cripple."
"That's a good idea," Jiang Ning said. "Don't forget to deal with the dozen or so people around, so they don't spread the news."
Gucheng said, "Two women, kill them too."
Jiang Ning looked at the two women on the bed.
This time, they were no longer silent.
One of the women who was not in Prince Xinhai's arms immediately got up, knelt before Jiang Ning, kowtowing incessantly, "Please, Lady, spare our lives. We are not from Silla, we are women of Great Sheng."