"Sister..."
Heaven-Warring Marquis Wang Ben stood rigid, his features badly contorted as he called out in pain and grief.
From what Wang Ben knew of the Huan Emperor, since he had come openly to see Wang Yiman, queen of the Han Kingdom, he most likely would not kill her. Otherwise, he would not have come in person!
There was another point: his late father, War God Wang Jian, had enjoyed a good relationship with the Huan Emperor. Since following the Huan Emperor, Wang Ben had also earned illustrious military merits and remained unswervingly loyal. Even if he disregarded the monk, he should still honor the Buddha; the likelihood of him executing Wang Yiman was truly very low!
But by saying this, wasn't Wang Yiman forcing the Huan Emperor to kill her?
If the Huan Emperor executed Wang Yiman, Wang Ben could say nothing, nor would he dare bear a grudge. After all, Wang Yiman was the queen of the Han Kingdom and the mother of its crown prince. No one could fault him.
Executing her was only natural; sparing her would be a kindness.
Wang Ben neither wanted nor dared to plead with the Huan Emperor. Who could have imagined life would take such a dramatic turn?
"Little brother, it's been four or five years since we last met, hasn't it?"
At the sight of Wang Ben, Wang Yiman's icy composure melted, and a gentle, warm smile blossomed as she spoke softly. Wang Ben's heart clenched in pain. Then she took the hand of the slightly plump, pampered-looking child beside her, who reached her waist, and said:
"This is your first meeting, isn't it? Say hello to your uncle!"
In theory, this slightly plump child-the Han Kingdom's crown prince, Liu Fei-was only four or five years old, yet he looked