His voice attracted more than a dozen deputy generals from outside, who rushed in excitedly upon seeing the situation.
The commotion was so loud it almost tore off the roof, but the person on the bed still lay motionless.
Ming Feng raised his head, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. He didn't wipe them away, but leaned down and said, "All willing to sacrifice, but what about Miss Xie? The ones who let her be kidnapped by Jin Wuji are still alive and well. If not for their plotting, Miss Xie would still be enjoying wealth in the Capital City. Those people are the culprits of her death. If you don't wake up to avenge her and instead die like this, then you'll truly be fulfilling their wishes."
"Prince, do you want Miss Xie to die with grievances, letting the enemies revel in their success?"
The happiest would be the two princes, right?
Originally, they just wanted Xie Wanqing's existence to influence the battle; they didn't expect to directly eliminate this major threat.
