"Vast, endless heavens, why are you so cruel to me?!" He looked at the Dragon-Slaying Saber in his hand, his eyes filled with resentment. "Jiang Jingyi, you win! You wretch who crippled and imprisoned your own brother, you utterly vicious monster! Now no one will dare fight you for the throne ever again!"
As he spoke, he raised the saber and was about to stab it into his own dantian, crippling his own cultivation.
The two attendants hurriedly pounced forward and held him back with all their might. "Your Highness Prince Jing, don't be hasty! Don't be hasty! There may still be room to turn this around!"
Jiang Zhenqing looked at the two of them, his eyes filled with bitterness, and gritted his teeth. "This is what she decided. This prince has no room to resist at all.
"This prince cannot beat her, cannot outscheme her. In the end, I will only meet an ugly fate, my body dead and my dao extinguished.
"This is the final dignity she is giving this prince. If I do not obey, I will die without a doubt!"
However, one of the attendants said, "Your Highness Prince Jing, there is still one person who may be able to save you!"
Jiang Zhenqing froze. Crippling his own cultivation was an outcome he absolutely refused to accept.
If someone could save him...
He hurriedly asked, "Who?!"
The attendant blurted out, his tone certain. "Lin Heng! With things as they are, the only option is to beg Lin Heng! Only by begging him can there be room to salvage this!"
The other attendant also echoed, "That's right! Her Majesty the Female Emperor will definitely give him face, give face to the Dugu Clan and the Changlin Clan!
"As long as Your Highness Prince Jing can seek Lin