A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace Chapter 1151: The Cold-Faced Execution

Hai Xiangjin let out a furious roar.

The Crown Prince Chen swiftly killed, his face a mask of coldness.

Several sharp daggers plunged through the chest, piercing the wall. Hai Xiangjin coughed up blood, collapsing lifelessly on the spot.

Just before he died,

his eyes were wide, fixed intently on the Fifth Master standing beside the Crown Prince, as if something was holding his spirit back.

Fifth Master frantically attempted to conceal his panicked gaze, forcing a composed expression and deliberately averting his eyes, ignoring the desperate plea in Hai Xiangjin's dying look.

"Father!"

A shrill voice pierced the air.

Hai Feng burst in from outside, her attire disheveled and her face ashen.

"Father! Father, what happened to you?!"

Having run too quickly, her hairpins and ornaments scattered across the floor.

Hai Feng paid them no mind, rushing to Hai Xiangjin's side, weeping uncontrollably.

"Father, don't die, don't leave your daughter, Father!"

Hai Geli and Hai Situ's expressions shifted dramatically.

Concerned that Hai Feng might become entangled, they put on fierce demeanors and declared,

"Where did this lunatic come from? Don't lay your filthy hands on our Emperor!"

"You dogs of the Great Chu Dynasty, it's one thing to murder our Monarch, but to desecrate him, what sort of prowess is that?!"

Fifth Master felt an overwhelming sense of indignation and promptly addressed Hai Feng with feigned solemnity.

"The Monarch of Western Xia is deceased, Princess Consort, I implore you to restrain your sorrow!"

Then, he gestured to a servant nearby.

"You there, quickly escort the Princess Consort away!"

"Yes!"

The servants acknowledged his command and moved in unison towards Hai Feng.

Hai Feng swiftly stood up, her gaze fixed fiercely on Fifth Master.

"Do not come any closer, none of you are permitted to approach!"

Fifth Master's expression changed, his anger suppressed.

"Hai Feng, what exactly do you intend to do?!"

"I understand your heart aches for your father's demise!"

"However, the enmity between our families and nations is something neither you nor I can alter!"

"Your father was wicked; he deserved his fate..."

"You are the one who deserves to die!"

Hai Feng shrieked, cutting him off.

"Zhao Junzhe, you hypocrite, you absolute scoundrel!"

Fifth Master: "..."

An exceptionally eerie atmosphere pervaded the military tent.

Zhao Qichen departed, his face grim.

The generals, taking the captives, also exited.

Only the Fifth Prince and the Fifth Princess Consort remained within the tent.

The Fifth Prince dropped all pretense, seizing Hai Feng's collar roughly, and demanded,

"What precisely do you wish to achieve?"

"What benefit is there in humiliating me? Have you forgotten the promise you made to me!"

Hai Feng glared with deep-seated resentment, jeering derisively.

"Humiliate me?!"

"Do you possess any semblance of honor? You utter hypocrite!"

Fifth Master's grip tightened.

"Whether I am a hypocrite or not is of no concern to you! I have treated you well all these years!"

"If you desire Liangliang to live a good life, then obediently end your own existence, otherwise..."

"Hahaha..."

Abruptly, Hai Feng erupted into laughter, as if she had just heard the most ludicrous joke imaginable.

"A man!"

"Will resort to any and all means to achieve his objectives!"

"To remain in the Capital City instead of accepting his assigned fief, he would leverage his own marriage, wedding a Commandery Princess from another nation to attain his ambitions!"

"When my father wages war upon the Great Chu, you, to evade implication, compel your own wife to take her own life!"

"Fearing your wife might expose his disgraceful facade, you even resort to threatening her by leveraging your own four-year-old son!"

"Hahaha..."

"Zhao Junzhe, is that the extent of your capabilities?"

"Do you not find your own existence utterly pathetic?!"

The Fifth Prince, his schemes brought to light, displayed a countenance contorted by malice and venom.

He struck Hai Feng forcefully across the face, uttering viciously,

"What absurdities are you spouting?! Cease your clamor at once!"

A trickle of fresh blood appeared at her lips.

A distinct red and swollen mark of five fingers immediately became visible on Hai Feng's face.

Yet, she remained undaunted, erupting into mad laughter towards the heavens.

"Haha, absurdities?!"

"I dare to swear upon the heavens, every word I have spoken is the truth. If it is not, may I be consumed by divine lightning!"

"And you? Zhao Junzhe, do you possess such courage?!"

Zhao Junzhe glanced around nervously, apprehensive of being overheard, and quickly moved to cover her mouth.

Unexpectedly, Hai Feng bit down with all her might.

The Fifth Master flinched back in pain.

He glared at Hai Feng with a savage intensity, akin to a starving wolf cornered, its eyes fixated on a bloody piece of fresh meat.

If granted the opportunity, he would have torn her limb from limb without hesitation.

"What is it? Are you contemplating ending my life now?"

With a faint, knowing smile on his face, Hai Feng advanced, extending a dagger that caught the light with a chilling gleam.

Her gaze burned with a potent mix of hatred, defiance, and a biting mockery.

The Fifth Master found himself experiencing an unfamiliar pang of guilt, even a tremor of fear, as he hesitated to accept the offered weapon.

Gently, Hai Feng lifted her hand, pressing the hilt of the dagger into his grasp.

"Go on!" she urged.

"What are you afraid of? You've always yearned to kill me, haven't you?! Now's your chance!"

Clutching the dagger, the Fifth Master's fist slowly tightened around it.

As he looked at the woman's frenzied state, a chorus of whispers echoed in his mind.

'Kill her!'

'Make her dead!'

'Remain the esteemed Fifth Prince of Great Chu if she's gone!'

'Marry the beautiful lady and revel in the company of many women if she's gone!'

'It will all conclude if she's gone!'

'Slay her!'

The Fifth Prince's eyes instantly turned savage, and with a powerful twist of his wrist, he acted.

A sharp *'puchi'* pierced the air as the dagger plunged deep into Hai Feng's chest.

"Hahahaha..." Hai Feng's laughter erupted, undeterred, even as blood began to pour from her mouth.

Amidst her wild laughter, another distinct *'puchi'* sound reverberated.

The Fifth Master stared down in utter shock at his own chest.

Implanted there, impossibly, was an identical dagger!

"Haha! You never saw that coming, did you?"

Hai Feng's laughter reached its zenith, echoing with unrestrained power.

The moment her words concluded, her body went utterly slack, as if her very soul had been leached away, and she crumpled to the ground.

Following Hai Feng's collapse, the Fifth Prince's own life ebbed away moments later.

His eyes wide with disbelief, he struggled futilely to dislodge the dagger from his chest.

Blood surged from the gaping wound, gushing out like a torrent.

Ultimately, the Fifth Prince succumbed to his injuries, falling heavily to the ground.

A pool of blood spread across the earth, staining Hai Feng's collar, her form, her hands.

With her fading strength, she managed to lift a hand, observing the crimson stain of his blood upon it, and a satisfied smile touched her lips.

'Liangliang!'

'Your father is dead, and you now stand as the sole Princely Heir to the Commandery Prince!'

'Surely the Emperor of Great Chu, who is not unjust, will treat you with kindness!'

'Liangliang, my dearest child, this is the final testament of Mother Consort's love for you...'

Her delicate hand fell lifelessly to the ground, and her final breath escaped.

Hai Feng departed this world with a serene smile and a heart filled with contentment.

The Fifth Prince lying beside her had ceased breathing long before.

Unlike Hai Feng, he passed with his eyes wide open, his ambitions unfulfilled.

...

The soldiers, observing the prolonged silence from within the tent, began to stir.

Tentatively, they pushed open the flap to peer inside.

The ground was awash in blood, and the two figures lay impaled by identical daggers.

Their fallen postures were eerily similar too.

'Tsk tsk, they truly were a pair!'

'Hehe, it seems their destinies were to meet such an end!'

The Fifth Master had cultivated a poor reputation within the imperial court; however, his esteemed status had kept any open criticism at bay, despite the widespread resentment.

As for Hai Feng...

The daughter of Hai Xiangjin, she was deemed unworthy of life itself by many.

Therefore.

Even with the simultaneous demise of the Fifth Prince and the Fifth Princess Consort,

a great outpouring of grief was not to be found within the army.