Chapter Sixty: Footbinding

  Mu Beichen stared at her and was momentarily stunned.

  "Whether I am the Princess of Chaoyang, whether I am a spy from Beijiang, whether I have deceived you, all these have become unimportant and meaningless." Looking at his furrowed brow, Xiaotong had an urge to smooth it out, but her fingers moved slightly before clenching into a fist as she turned away. She didn't want to lose the last shred of pride, having loved and hurt, there was no more perfect ending than turning around and leaving!

  "Please, Your Highness, have mercy and kill her to serve as a warning to the northern border!" The guard who had spoken earlier knelt down and loudly recommended.

  "Please, Your Highness, have mercy and kill her!" Another large group of soldiers and guards knelt down, shouting in unison.

  "You..." Mu Beichuan's breath quickened, and he wanted to rush over, but was pulled back by Xia Tong.

  "You decide for yourself!" Mu Beichen looked at the large number of soldiers and guards who had knelt down, then turned to Xia Tong.

  "I am not the Princess of Chao Yang, I am Xia Tong, a Xia Tong that has nothing to do with any country!" Xia Tong raised her proud head, her tone firm and stubborn.

  "Please, Your Highness, have mercy and kill her!" The shouts of the soldiers and guards grew louder and more urgent.

  Mo Beichen's fists clenched with a "crack", his eyes gloomy as he stared at her, saying hatefully: "You really would rather die than admit it, and are unwilling to stay by my side?"

  "A sneer spread across Xia Tong's face: 'If love is so humble that it needs to be looked up to, is it still love?'"

  Mu Beichen looked at her, his eyes icy cold.

  "Your Highness, the princess is ill again, please go over as soon as possible!" reported Flowing Swallow's maid in a low voice.

  He didn't move, but with a dim gaze fixed on her for a moment, then turned to those passionate and surging soldier guards.

  In an instant, the whole scene fell silent, and everyone was waiting for his decision!

  Should she be killed on the spot? Xia Tong's heart involuntarily surged with a hint of desolation: Originally, I wanted to love recklessly and passionately without any regrets, but who would have thought it would end like this! Is this considered dying in a foreign land?

  "Confine the imperial concubine to the Liuli Pavilion, not allowing her to take half a step out!" Mu Beichen coldly commanded the guard, then without looking at her again, turned and followed Flowing Swallow's maid away! Leaving behind the entire scene of shocked soldiers and astonished Xiaotong!

  He still likes her, otherwise he wouldn't have made the decision to confine her in the Luliu Pavilion under such pressure!

  "Are you Princess Luli of Rigu or Princess Chaoyang of Beijiang?"

  When Qing woke up and learned everything, she was shocked. She stared blankly at Xiaotong, who sat with her knees tucked in, staring at the blood-stained jade pendant on the table for half an hour before starting to bombard her with questions!

  Xiatong didn't answer, continuing to hug her knees and stare at that bloody jade!

  "Is your love for the Second Prince fake?"

  Qing Li's question still has no response, like a mud cow entering the sea.

  "If it wasn't for pretending, how would you have asked him to enter the southern country and get married during his expedition?" Later on, Qing Li began to explain herself. She had a painful expression on her face, looking at her: "Why is this?"

  Xia Tong still didn't respond, staring blankly at the desk, this jade pendant that seemed to have been steeped in thick blood. Mu Beichen said it was a royal token of the Northern Frontier, and had to be worn close to the body, or its luster would be lost!

  This is her most powerful evidence as Chaoyang Princess!