What Qian Yong could think of, the Sovereign of Zhen Country, who had ruled for many years, could naturally think of too—and even more.
Zhen Country didn't need many mascots to reassure its people.
If a Princess who was filled with resentment toward him survived, then he, the fallen Sovereign of Zhen Country, would become entirely dispensable. And if he were unlucky enough to fall into Qian Yong's hands, he might well wish he were dead! At the thought, the Sovereign of Zhen Country went paler than a corpse left in the morgue for three days. Qian Yong found it hilarious and clapped his hands, jeering at him.
"Hahaha, scared of dying?"
The Sovereign of Zhen Country forced himself to remain calm. "I wish to live and die with Zhen Country. If you, you despicable villain, hadn't meddled, why would I be here suffering your humiliation? My daughter, as a member of the royal bloodline, must live and die with her country. She will never be swayed by a few words from you, nor will she turn against her father as you wish... Give up on driving a wedge between us! You despicable villain!"
Qian Yong gave a derisive snort and shook his head.
"Alas, if Zhen Country's National Border Barrier had been even a third as tough as your mouth, it wouldn't have fallen so utterly. When you say you'll 'live and die with Zhen Country,' do you mean you'll jump from a high tower? Hahaha! That kind of stunt might fool an idiot or two. And leaving aside the fact that a fall from that height wouldn't kill you, even if it could, is your will to die strong enough to overcome your body's instinct to save itself?"
An ordinary person would have died from jumping.
But was