"Speak, where is it?" he roared, incessantly shaking the already deceased Song Jing in his hands.

Jueqing stepped forward and seized Dugu Chen’s arm, "Enough, she’s already gone."

"Get lost, this prince doesn’t believe it, this prince refuses to believe," the unhinged Dugu Chen would not heed any persuasion. He stared deathly at Song Jing in his hands, flung his arm, and sent Jueqing flying. Zongzheng Zehang stretched out a hand to catch him, stabilizing Jueqing just in time to prevent a backward fall.

"Tell me, where?" His voice held a tinge of pleading, urgency, and his trembling hands dropped Song Jing, collapsing defeatedly to the ground. His once radiant and mischievous phoenix eyes now dull and lifeless, blood tears welled up and streamed down his cheeks, falling to the ground.

Dugu Mo watched with eyes aglow, his dark eyes flashing with destructive intent, his alluring voice slowly drifting into Dugu Chen’s ear.

"Only with your death can Feng Xuxu live; go and die!" His devilishly charming eyes fixated on Dugu Chen, he sneered mockingly.

"My death will let Feng Xuxu live?" Dugu Chen’s eyes were hazy as he gazed at Dugu Mo, the words echoing in his mind. As if possessed, he quickly grabbed the sword from the ground and slashed towards his own neck.

"No!"

The Crown Prince shouted in horror, but he was still a step too late.

The bystanders, witnessing the scene, closed their eyes, some hoping the devil would swiftly meet his end while also lamenting such a deeply passionate individual. As Xiaobai ran out of the secret chamber and into the backyard of the Prince Mo Residence, the sight of dead bodies and blood rivers assaulted the young soul. Without a moment’s hesitation, he dashed on all fours towards the front courtyard.

By the time Xiaobai arrived, he saw Dugu Chen about to commit suicide. Eyes bulging, he mustered the fastest speed he had ever achieved in his life, leaped forward, and swiped at Dugu Chen, knocking the Sharp Sword from his hands.

Xiaobai, seeing only a small cut on Dugu Chen’s neck, finally exhaled relief, thankful to have arrived just in time.

As everyone heard the sound of the falling sword and thought the great devil had perished, some excitedly opened their eyes, others with sorrow.

Those excited opened their eyes to see Dugu Chen still alive, their expressions slack with shock, muttering to themselves, "Wasn’t he supposed to be dead? Could it be that his neck was too tough to be severed?" Saying this, they even touched their own necks.

Those in sorrow shed tears of excitement.

The Crown Prince stepped forward and embraced Dugu Chen, "If you died, who would go after her?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Jueqing secretly wiped away tears, moved forward and patted Dugu Chen’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. Truly, a man worthy of his cousin’s love, had it been him, he would have never done something so crazed and reckless.

"Awo..." Xiaobai, too, was moved by this bewitching being, nuzzling Dugu Chen in an attempt to assert his presence.

Dugu Chen slowly lowered his head, his previously still eyes coming back to life upon seeing Xiaobai, his mouth tearing between sobs and laughter as he hugged Xiaobai tightly to his chest.

Those behind watched, baffled, all thinking Dugu Chen had gone mad.

The Crown Prince, unsure, looked at the person within arm’s reach, tugging at Dugu Chen’s sleeve, "Second brother?"

Zongzheng Zehang conspiratorially whispered to Jueqing, "Has he gone mad from the shock?" while pointing to his own head.

Xiahou Yuan, who had watched the drama unfold all day, couldn’t help but snort with laughter at Zongzheng Zehang’s words, "Quite possible."

Jueqing and Zongzheng Zehang glared at Xiahou Yuan in anger, with Jueqing even ready to start a fight, fist clenched, marching towards Xiahou Yuan, only to be stopped by Zongzheng Zehang.