Chapter 10: Where Does This Confidence Come From?

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Princess Anning was well aware that when she spoke, she could make it happen.

His hands clenched tightly, his nails piercing his palms without him even noticing. “Princess Anning, please do not harm Song Shiwei.”

As he spoke, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed fiercely. “I beg you.”

He had already caused the Song family to be uprooted and exiled; he could not allow any more harm to come to her.

His pitiful state seemed to please Princess Anning greatly.

She walked over and sat down on the chair, looking down on Cui Jing from above. “You want Song Shiwei to be safe because you know exactly what to do.”

From the very first time she saw Cui Jing, she desired this man.

All her life, there was nothing she could not have.

Whether it was the emperor’s favor, precious treasures, or the men she desired, there was nothing beyond her reach.

Except for Cui Jing. This man always looked down on her with disdain and contempt, never willing to spare her a glance, always holding Song Shiwei gently in the palm of his hand.

The more he acted this way, the more she wanted to possess him.

Cui Jing pressed his lips together. How could he not understand that Princess Anning wanted him to serve her like a slave?

But he knew even better that if he truly did such a thing, it would not be long before Princess Anning grew tired of him.

When that time came, both he and Shiwei would be doomed.

“Princess Anning, if you promise to stop causing trouble for Shiwei, I am willing to be your slave.”

Princess Anning agreed readily. “Very well.”

After all, she wanted to kill Song Shiwei, and Cui Jing would never know.

Could Cui Jing not see through her lie? “Princess Anning, I want an imperial edict.”

“The edict must clearly state that you...”

“Smack!”

Princess Anning struck him across the face again, her gaze cold and ruthless. “Cui Jing, you have no right to negotiate terms with me.”

“If I want Song Shiwei dead, then she will die.”

Cui Jing knew very well how much she despised Shiwei—for Shiwei’s outstanding qualities in every way, the quintessential noble lady.

In Princess Anning’s eyes, Shiwei should never have outshone her; she should be trampled beneath her feet for life.

“Princess Anning, why continue to hold grudges against Shiwei?”

He tried to reason, “Shiwei has already lost everything. There is no need to trouble yourself further.”

Princess Anning knew full well these words were meant to protect Song Shiwei.

That only fueled her hatred for Shiwei even more.

As a uniquely blessed woman from another time, and the most favored child of the emperor, she deserved to be the most outstanding; no one should ever overshadow her.

Yet Song Shiwei not only outshone her but dared to show her disrespect.

She vowed that wretched girl would not die a peaceful death.

“Cui Jing, I’ll give you two more days.”

She threatened, “If you don’t make your choice within two days, I will ensure Song Shiwei dies a cruel death.”

With that, she turned and left gracefully.

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