Chapter 600
She said, “Iflayed every last one of them alive. I cut their flesh into strips, fed it all to the dogs. Then made stew from what was left and uneda. dear brother…
As if envisioning the scene, she pounded the table with glee, her laughter growing increasingly unhinged
Lizzie shrieked with laughter. “Can you even imagine? That high and mighty Emperor turned as pale as a ghost and fell to the ground. He was scared
Ferris’s hand clenched the wine glass so tightly his knuckles turned white.
Gritting his teeth, his voice lost its earlier chill as he said, “Lizzie, that’s enough, Don’t say another word.”
“No, I have to say it,” Lizzie insisted, her expression hovering between sincerity and pretense. For a moment, Ferris couldn’t tell whether her drunkenness was genuine or just an act.
Lizzie leaned in conspiratorially toward Ferris, her breath heavy with wine. She whispered, “Just give me a shred of genuine affection, and raise you to the highest position. Even the throne could be yours. Ferris, can you give me that much!”
Panic finally flickered in Ferris’s eyes as he clenched his jaw, struggling to steady his wildly thumping heart.
But deep inside, a powerful ambition threatened to erupt. It nearly shattered his self–control.
Fortunately, he was still sane.
Ferris fixed his gaze intently on Lizzie and said in a low, steady voice, “Princess, you’re drunk
Lizzie shook her head, the golden hairpins in her hair jiggling erratically with her movements.
Under the lamplight, the jewels glittered with such dazzling brilliance that it was almost blinding.
Lizzie said, “My father really loved me. He never lied to me. He gave me an imperialedict that granted me the right to mint coins. Ferris, can’t you just love me? I’m not greedy. I only want half your heart, Just half is enough.”
With that, Lizzie struggled to her feet, staggering unsteadily toward the dowry chest.
She flung open the lid and rummaged wildly through its contents.
Then, with a drunken cry of triumph, she exclaimed, “Found it!”
Ferris stared at Lizze in utter disbelief as she held up a bright yellow imperial edict.
Lizzie held out the imperial edict with drunken ceremony, like a child showing off a prized possession. “Open it and see if I’m lying or not”
Sweat beaded on his brow and trickled down. He didn’t want to take it, nor did he dare to
There was no way the vivid crimson imperial seal on it could be a forgery
Ferris’s thoughts frome. With this imperialedict in hand, he now held the key to unimaginable wealth.
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