Foster Son, Don’t Be So Crazy (57)

Rather than tell him that she directly talked with Nian Shou, it was better to say that he sent her a letter.

Song Jia continued to speak, "He also told me that there might be a spy from the crown princess."

She studied his expression carefully, but there was not even a slightest ripple. Song Jia sighed in her heart. She really didn't want to doubt him, but considering that he supported the crown princess before, she could only be careful.

Xiang Feng's fingers skimmed the length of her arms.

"The coronation of the crown princess will be held tomorrow?" He suddenly asked out of the blue, startling Song Jia.

She looked up at him. His dark eyes were already looking at her, appearing hungry and tender. He raised his hand to stroke her cheek. In his eyes, it was as if his whole world only reflected her figure.

"Yes." Song Jia nodded.

She became a bit uneasy. Tomorrow, she was planning to take the throne from the crown princess. Would Xiang Feng stop her?

In any case, she had no intention in taking Princess Bai Xue's life. Song Jia had planned a bloodless coup, wherein the military that was loyal to her would surround the castle. There were already thousands of protesters clamoring inside the capital for Princess Bai Xue to be stripped of her title, for the Queen to step off her position, and for the King to be imprisoned. Civil disobedience, sit-ins, and general strikes had been frequently happening all over the kingdom for a few months now.

Of course, there were also people that were steadfastly loyal to the crown princess. But compared to the number of people that followed her, Princess Bai Xue's loyalists were only a drop in the ocean.

Song Jia marvelled at how easy it had been. Her reputation in the south had preceded her, and Princess Bai Xue's tyrannical ways were uncovered at the same time. The history of tyranny, after all, would always end in its eventual defeat.

Alexander the Great and his rebellious generals. The Great King of Persia was checked at Marathon and Salamis. Napoleon was checked at Waterloo. Hitler was checked on D-Day. The Soviet Empire collapsed inwardly. Tyrants and tyrannies can be frightening from the outside, but they were often brittle within. Their followers were always living in fear of the monsters ruling them, so they were eager to escape.

For the tyranny of Princess Bai Xue, Song Jia provided that 'escape.'

Of course, Song Jia thought, it wasn't as if Princess Bai Xue was as terrible as the tyrants she knew in her own world. But the existence of slavery, the fact that she let Xiang Feng massacre the few ministers who were vocal in their opposition, and that she used potions to muddle the heads of her officials were things a future ruler should have not done.

Of course, there was another tyrant that I haven't listed...Song Jia placed a palm over her face. Zhao Cheng, the crazy emperor who lifted his kingdom to heaven only to drop it into hell. He killed ministers left and right, beheaded the mother of his own child, and allowed the barbarians to make a feast of his citizens.

Song Jia thought that if Buddha ever allowed that man to reincarnate, he would turn him into a cockroach.

Or if not...he would probably make him suffer through endless pain.

...

The coronation of Princess Bai Xue happened on a bright, sunny day.

It was held inside the castle abbey, which had a large church that could seat hundreds of people. The ceremony was performed by the Archbishop, and all the government officials and representatives of other kingdoms wore ceremonial uniforms. Everything and everyone looked bright and lively, but the atmosphere was tense. It was like the air before a thunderstorm, prickling with electricity.

Princess Bai Xue wore a crimson surcoat over a crimson velvet robe, which had a long train decorated with golden lace. A golden diadem was perched above her ebony black hair, and the lips that were tightly pressed together were pale. She lounged on a couch inside the sacristy, a plate of sliced apples next to her.

When the door opened, she couldn't help but look up with a trace of hopeful expectation. But in the next moment, it dissolved into a mask of indifference.

"Archbishop, what is it?" Her voice was ice-cold.

The Archbishop smiled and said gently, "Your Royal Highness, I will now begin the coronation ceremony. May her Highness get ready."

"I'm ready, aren't I already here?" Princess Bai Xue stretched her arms like she didn't have a single care in the world, "Leave me be and go attend your duty, don't bother me with these small matters."

The Archbishop paused, then nodded. He left.

Princess Bai Xue bit her lip and stared at the plate of apples beside her. In a fit of anger, she suddenly smashed the plate against the wall, shouting, "Useless!"

"The useless one, isn't that you?"

A low and magnetic voice asked from out of nowhere. It was the voice she had been thinking of earlier. Xiang Feng appeared from behind the wardrobe next to her. He walked forward until his tall and straight body stood in front of her.

Princess Bai Xue looked at him with dazed eyes.

His face was like jade, he had a pair of black eyes that didn't show its depths, and his eyebrows were slightly knitted together. He stared at her in obvious displeasure.

"You couldn't even make Jia feel jealous," he said, his tone filled with hidden grievances.

Xiang Feng didn't care about Song Jia's plans for the crown princess. What he cared for, however, was that Song Jia opposed the princess not because of him, but because she abused her power. This crown princess was truly useless. If Jia had gotten jealous, maybe she would become clingy and and punish him in bed.

Xiang Feng had heard from other men that when their wives get jealous, they would push their husband on the bed and do perverted things to them while saying, "Did that vixen do this too? Can she do it like I can? Where else did she touch you? Answer me!"

If Song Jia did this to him, Xiang Feng planned to become very obedient. He would even say with total earnestness, "Jia, she touched me here, here, and there."

Unfortunately, this crown princess was too useless, Jia didn't even take her for a love rival. Xiang Feng transformed all of his disappointment into a fierce glare.

Princess Bai Xue trembled under his glare and said pitifully, "Feng...Feng, you're here..."

She grabbed the hem of his shirt and showed him a beautiful smile.

Xiang Feng's expression changed. This smile...this smile, why is it so familiar? He recoiled from her touch, his fierce glare wavering.

Princess Bai Xue was also shocked. She only copied the smile of the woman from that painting, and his reaction was this big. Was that woman in the painting really the woman from his dream? Her heart sank.

Fortunately...she had made her preparations. If Xiang Feng knew that Jin Jia had drawn it, she was afraid of what the consequences would be. Thankfully she had gotten rid of it. Thankfully, he had not seen it. And as for that woman...

Princess Bai Xue's eyes turned cold.

She would soon erase her existence in this world.

Xiang Feng recovered from his momentary shock and clenched his fists. That smile only had a great impact on him because their faces were extremely similar. In fact, isn't that smile the same as Jia's?

Princess Bai Xue continued to smile, "Feng, why don't you..."

She trailed off, her eyes becoming wide with fear. Princess Bai Xue felt herself being hoisted in the air. She was lifted as though she weighed no more than a rag doll. Princess Bai Xue looked down to see Xiang Feng holding her by the throat.

She gasped for air and pawed at the hand around her throat. Tears filled her eyes as she choked out a single word, "Why?"

Because she could clearly see, his dark eyes were no longer calm and indifferent. Instead, they were filled with thick killing intent.

Xiang Feng's handsome face was covered in frost, his cold gaze sweeping over her. He opened his mouth and said, "Jia doesn't trust me because of you."

With an easy twist of his wrist, he snapped her neck. Princess Bai Xue fell down in a heap in front of him, and Xiang Feng lowered his hands.

It was the first time he killed another human being without his eyes turning red.

Moving methodically, Xiang Feng separated the head, then the arms, and finally the legs. He put them in different bags and buried them under the fresh grave of a stable horse that died yesterday. He then cleaned his hands and nervously took something out of his pocket.

It was a puzzle box.

Xiang Feng looked at it for a second, then gazed towards the direction of the castle keep. He looked down at his clothes and grimaced.

It was probably better to do this kind of thing while he was wearing his best clothes.