Chapter 1718
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But right now, his white robe was covered in dust, ragged, and covered in blood. He looked like a mess.
After a pause, Feng Wu asked, "Are you the only two princes of the Senal Grassland?"
The prince didn't know why Feng Wu would ask that question, but he still nodded with a wry smile. "Yes, we're the only ones on the grassland."
Little Phoenix snorted. "Not necessarily. Chieftain Senal is still in the prime of his life."
The young prince suddenly let out a bitter laugh. He wanted to say something, but stopped himself.
Little Phoenix said, "You're about to die. As the saying goes, a dying man speaks from the bottom of his heart. Is there anything you can't say?"
Feng Wu had a feeling that there had to be more to it. She looked at the prince and gave him a half-smile. "Would your older brother have tried to kill you so openly without Chieftain Senal's permission?"
The prince gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. There were some things he didn't want to think about, because thinking about it would put him in a dark abyss.
Indeed, there was nothing he couldn't say when he was about to die.
The prince said calmly, "My father is ill, and I'm afraid I won't be able to have another son."
Feng Wu nodded. No wonder the older prince was so ruthless as to kill the younger one.
"Are you interested in the throne of Chieftain Senal?" Feng Wu grinned at the prince.
The prince looked at Feng Wu as if he was looking at an idiot.
Was there something wrong with his ears, or was Feng Wu crazy?
One second ago, he had been hopeless, but the next second, she was asking him if he was interested in the throne?
The prince smiled bitterly. "Princess Feng, that's a bit … whimsical, isn't it?"
Feng Wu waved her hand impatiently. "I don't care if it's whimsical or not. Just tell me, are you interested in the throne of the grassland? Do you want to be the next king? "
He was going to die anyway, so why wouldn't he say it?
At that moment, the prince gave up on pretending and stared at Feng Wu with a serious and sharp look in his eyes. "Who doesn't want to be the king? I've been dreaming about it, because — "
"Because that's the only way I won't have to live on the edge of death every day!" the prince said earnestly.
Feng Wu said casually, "What will you give me in return if I can help you take that position?"
Sit in this position?
The little prince really smiled. "Miss Feng, you …"
The young prince didn't believe it at all!
If Master Teacher Si Basi had said that he would help him get the throne, the young prince would have believed him. However, how dare this insignificant princess of the Junwu Empire say that she would help him get the throne?
The young prince smiled bitterly and waved his hand. "Princess Feng, I'll go up now. I won't drag you down …"
As he spoke, the little prince was about to roll out of the crevice between the rocks.
As a matter of fact, Feng Wu had been observing the prince.
This little prince was a kind, gentle, and upright person. If he became the Khan, it would be a blessing for the entire grassland. On the other hand, if the ruthless, sinister, and tyrannical eldest prince became the Khan, it would be a catastrophe for the people of the grassland.
However, the main reason why Feng Wu wanted to help the prince was for her own sake.
The older prince had sent people to kill her, and Feng Wu would remember that. She would fight the older prince one day and take what he wanted the most.
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