"What exactly did you do?" The Prince of Jiujiang struggled hard to rein in his killing intent.
Thousand Faces threw back his head and sighed again. "Your consort violated me! I couldn't even leave my innocence unsullied in this world."
At the painful part, Thousand Faces's eyes misted with tears.
They were not really tears for his innocence.
He simply felt that he did not have long to live.
"This consort of yours actually used her own body as bait to take my life. What did I ever do to offend her?"
Thousand Faces felt that everything had been a trap.
But he soon noticed something amiss.
"No, wait. She wasn't trying to kill me. She was trying to kill you. The moment we met, she took me for you and wanted to consummate the marriage with you. Does that sound right?"
The Prince of Jiujiang trembled all over with mounting rage. "She is my consort. What's wrong with her wanting to consummate our marriage?"
Even with his life in someone else's hands, Thousand Faces could not resist sneering, "If the Princess Consort of the King of Jiujiang were a man, then yes, everything would make sense. But she's a woman."
The Prince of Jiujiang: "..."
"And she said herself that she used to find you repulsive, look down on you, and insult you."
Thousand Faces remembered everything the Princess Consort of the King of Jiujiang had said very clearly.
"Bone-Scraping Blade, search your conscience. Do you hold the same place with your consort as you do with Cao Fuhu? Would your consort find it impossible to resist pinning you down the moment she saw you?" Thousand Faces demanded.
The Prince of Jiujiang had no answer.
As the world's foremost bodhisattva, he had plenty of confidence outside.
But back home,