At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and countless eyes were stunned, focusing on Dongxuan Lake.
Prince Jing, whose body was charred black, still maintained the posture of fleeing, but his back was pierced by the sword of the "fake Princess Consort".
Lu Yaner's green robe fluttered in the wind, her face veil was torn off, revealing a face covered with a silver faceplate.
Prince Jing lowered his head in astonishment, incredulously watching the sword tip protruding from his chest. He could feel his vitality continuously slipping away, even his heart was shattered, but the slight remaining power of the Shariputra kept him in his final state.
He slowly twisted his body, turning his head to look blankly at Lu Yaner's face, lips moving: "Why... why..."
"Xu Wen," Zhao Douan shouted with a smile from afar: "If you can buy her, why can't I?"
Prince Jing suddenly understood.
