I Dumped My Prince Charming Once Again

After his subordinate left, Shen Ying continued to eat without looking up.

After his subordinates arrived, he slowly put down his things and raised his head.

The young man beside the cage was very puzzled, but he saw the man took the scimitar inlaid with precious stones on the handle, then opened the cage, took out the docile tiger cub, and killed it with one blow.

"Ah—" The boy took a step back, his eyes full of horror.

Shen Ying turned his head and glanced at him, skillfully peeling off the tiger's skin.

The young man in red in the corner was already shaking, "Emperor, Your Majesty."

Shen Ying raised his hand, holding the bloody tiger skin with his knuckles, "Here it is for you."

Xie Yu's eyes almost popped out, Shen Ying's white hand was covered with bright red blood, he took the tiger skin with trembling hands, the smell of blood made him feel dizzy, and felt like vomiting.

Shen Ying looked at the cub on the ground expressionlessly, took the handkerchief from his subordinate, lowered his head to wipe the blood in his hand, and said coldly, "Cook the soup."

"Yes—" the subordinate took it for granted, and directly lowered his head and took the cub out.

Xie Yu was very frightened. He hugged the blood-soaked tiger skin and shook non-stop, trying to force out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Thank you, thank you, Your Majesty."

"This tiger skin is really pretty." He added with a pale face.

Shen Ying sat back down again, "Come here."

The young man passed away tremblingly. Standing in front of Shen Ying, his voice was still trembling, "Your Majesty."

Shen Ying looked down at the cold soup in front of him, parted his thin lips lightly, "Drink it."

There was still a faint smell of blood in the air. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of mutton soup made people feel like vomiting unconsciously.

Xie Yu looked down at the bowl of soup, gently put down the tiger skin in his bosom, lowered his head to pick up the bowl, but spit it out before taking two sips.

The surrounding subordinates hurried forward to support him.

Shen Ying didn't show any expression the whole time, he just sat there, staring at that face, motionless.

Xie Yu was helped aside, changed his clothes, and wiped his mouth clean.

When he came back, the young tiger soup had already been served.

Shen Ying still said very little, he didn't even look up at his face, "Drink."

Xie Yu pursed his lips and stepped forward, tears streaming down his face, "Your Majesty, I...I don't like soup, can I not drink it?"

Shen Yingyou raised his eyes and waved to him.

Xie Yu walked forward slowly.

The scimitar full of precious stones was still in front of Shen Ying, he slowly pulled out the scimitar, and directly stabbed the boy in front of him.

Xie Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at him incredulously, "My lord, come on, why?"

why.

Doesn't he like his very much?

Isn't he the only one in his harem?

Didn't he give him the entire Tianyue Palace to live in?

Didn't he let him tie a concentric knot and give it to him?

why.

Why kill him.

Shen Ying slowly drew out the bloody scimitar, raised his hand to take the handkerchief handed over by the servant, and gently wiped the bright red blood on it with lowered eyes, "You are very similar to him, very similar."

Xie Yu finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.

He tried his best to keep his eyes open, but his vision towards Shen Ying was already blurred.

He heard the young Emperor whisper, "But you are not him."

"Xie Yu, there is only one."