"Father, don't!" An Wenxi desperately reached out to grab him, but she only brushed past the corner of King An's clothes. She watched as King An's body fell straight towards the city gate.
An Wenxi landed on the wall with a thud. She didn't dare to look at the pool of blood on the ground and closed her eyes.
She was the princess of Da 'an. The country was destroyed, so she should die for it. This was the responsibility she had to bear!
The country was broken, and the entire city was dressed in plain white. She wanted to wear red. Even if she died, she wanted to die magnificently!
This voice was deeply ingrained in her bones. Her Ninth Brother was dressed in blue armor, his posture was tall and straight, and his resolute curves outlined a cold, evil, and unfamiliar face. Yes, he had already recovered his true appearance.
And now, he was no longer her Ninth Brother, but her father's murderer, Murong Zhe!
She still remembered when she left the country, he held her hand and said,""Xi 'er, when I return, I'll give you a thousand gold as a betrothal gift.”
Who knew that she would be waiting for his three thousand iron hooves to press down on her!
An Wenxi opened her eyes and slowly walked down the city wall. She couldn't die. If she died, who would avenge her father?
"Open the city gates!" The man did not even look at the pool of blood on the ground as he led the soldiers of the three armies into the Imperial City.
When she met his eyes that were filled with hatred, the corners of her mouth curled up into a mocking smile.
It turned out that he still remembered her birthday.
"Men, put on the branding iron!" He let go of her chin and took the red-hot branding iron from the guard."Are you scared?"
An Wenxi looked at him coldly and did not answer. Her beautiful phoenix eyes were no longer as playful as before, but filled with coldness.
"As long as you beg me…"
" Zi…" Accompanied by the sound of burning flesh, the air was filled with the thick smell of burnt flesh.
An Wenxi bit her pale lips and stared at Murong Zhe.
"If it hurts, beg me…"
An Wenxi closed her eyes, a trail of blood trickling down her thin lips.
Murong Zhe was infuriated by An Wenxi and used the branding iron to grind her smooth forehead. When he removed the branding iron, he tore off her skin.
From the beginning to the end, An Wenxi did not even frown. She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.
Murong Zhe glanced at An Wenxi and said to the crowd below the city gate tower,""From now on, An Wenxi is the lowest and most despicable slave in Great Xia. She can be bought and sold freely!”
"This is just the beginning!" Murong Zhe walked past her and threw down this cold sentence.
An Wenxi straightened her back and walked down the city gate tower step by step. She looked at the bright yellow color soaked in the pool of blood. The glaring blood and red pressed down on her until she could not breathe! She finally couldn't help but pounce over and cry.
"Father…"
Murong Zhe turned back to look at her and the corpse in her arms. He ordered,""Hang the corpse of King An on the city gate and expose it to the sun for three days!”
"How dare you!" An Wenxi's eyes were filled with hatred.
Murong Zhe saw the hatred in An Wenxi's eyes and said sternly,""And then-burn the bones and scatter the ashes!"
"Murong Zhe-"
"Hurry up and attack!"
"Let's see who dares!" An Wenxi hugged the corpse tightly in her arms. Her pupils constricted as she locked her gaze on the guard.#
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