Chapter 864 - 767: Knowing Too Much

Chapter 864: Chapter 767: Knowing Too Much

The maiden was trembling with fear, unable to utter a word.

The Third Prince smiled gently and said, "Are you trying to say that if it weren’t for that little girl’s words, I would have stayed in Nanxia, unable to be free, and that little girl actually did me a favor! Would I be ungrateful?"

The maiden hadn’t thought of any of this; she was already so scared that sweat covered her forehead. She was just a maidservant; whatever her master said was what it was. Those were not things she could think about, nor did she have the qualification to ponder them. She was struggling to protect herself! She quickly shook her head; whether good or bad, it was unrelated to her, and her life was still held in the hands of others.

The Third Prince frowned, seemingly displeased: "You haven’t answered yet. Should I punish her, or should I not?"

Having served the Third Prince for so long, she naturally knew that if she didn’t answer, what awaited her would surely be a fate worse than her companions’! Shivering, she said, "Yes!"

"You also think so, don’t you?" The Third Prince seemed very satisfied with this answer, laughing lightly and casually said, "Of course it should be done. If that little girl doesn’t become a hideous creature, wouldn’t it be for nothing that she cursed me before? How could I allow such a thing to happen?"

The maiden echoed, "Yes... the Prince says so!"

"What’s with the yes?" The Third Prince suddenly said listlessly, "I originally planned to deal with it personally, but that little wench had such poor fortune. Before she arrived in East Tang, heaven dealt with her!"

As he spoke, he ordered the maiden kneeling at his feet, "Lift your head!"

The maiden raised her head fearfully, with eyes full of fear and timidity.

The Third Prince squinted, staring at the maiden like a venomous snake contemplating whether to bite its prey, causing the maiden to almost collapse onto the ground, her whole body going limp.

The Third Prince gestured at the maiden’s face and then picked up the scroll. Though he had previously trampled and ground it, the carpet in the room was thickly laid, and when the painting was opened again, the sores on the Seventeenth Princess’s face were still very noticeable.

The Third Prince looked at the portrait and then at the maiden’s face, comparing for a long time before tossing the portrait away and smirking to himself.

The maiden didn’t know what he was laughing at and dared not ask.

The Third Prince chuckled quietly for a moment, then poked the maiden’s face repeatedly with his finger, causing tears to flow from her eyes, yet she dared not dodge. He was chuckling as he continued, "Here, here, here, and here... so many blisters, rotted into holes. Even if the blisters heal, what should the face look like afterwards? Well, like raindrops hitting the beach, countless pits! Hahahahahaha, haha..."

He laughed uncontrollably and said amidst laughter, "Who is the real ugly beast, haha!"

Amidst the laughter, he suddenly grabbed the maiden’s face with a crunching sound, and the maiden fell limp without uttering a single cry.

The Third Prince coldly glanced over the once charming and alluring body, lazily saying, "I didn’t intend to kill you, but my most secret matter has been discovered by you. Knowing too much, there’s no choice but to die!"

He brushed the imaginary dust off his hand, stood up, and ordered someone to drag the corpse away, then walked with interest toward the desk on the right.

The second floor of the pavilion only had one room, extremely spacious. The desk on that side, made of purple sandalwood, was luxurious and noble, with a subtle dark fragrance gently wafting, refreshing the mind.

The Third Prince casually ground some ink, spread paper, and picked up a brush to start painting.

Soon, a portrait of a beauty appeared before him. The eyebrows and eyes, who else but the Seventeenth Princess? However, what he drew was the original appearance of the Seventeenth Princess, without the blisters on her face.

After finishing, he looked at it with satisfaction.

Then, he picked up the brush again, adding a few strokes to the face of the finished portrait. Thus, the image that had just been a shy beauty of unmatched splendor suddenly changed drastically.

In the painting, the woman who had been so charming and beautiful was now marked with scars, full of pits and grooves.

The Third Prince’s skill in painting was excellent and very lifelike. Clearly, he was very confident in his artistic skills as he looked at the portrait again and showed a scornful expression, instructing, "Call them back. Such an ugly beast, I don’t wish to marry!"

The letter from the East Tang Envoy originally contained a question about whether a new candidate for a political marriage was needed.

This remark clearly indicated that he did not want to make a change.

A voice from outside responded, "Yes!"

Suddenly, the Third Prince added, "Return!"

The voice outside again answered, "Yes!"

The Third Prince squinted his cold eyes, with a faint smile appearing in them, "Forget the ugly beast, but the princess of Nanxia, we can still have one."