Meng Tianluo's body slowly fell to the ground. Blood spurted out from his chest until it completely submerged the small and delicate scalpel.
His eyes were wide open, and his handsome eyebrows were full of unwillingness. After so many years of painstaking planning and calculations, he finally ended up like this, how could he be reconciled with this fate?
But what could he do if he was not satisfied? Life was already passing by, and he had already heard the call of death.
"Mo Hanshan..." He stared at the man in front of him who had caused him to lose everything, spit out three words with difficulty, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Mo Hanshan glanced at the corpse of Meng Tianluo curled up on the ground, and ordered coldly. "Spread the news that Princess Xuan was forced to fall off a cliff when he was fighting with His Royal Highness, and that His Royal Highness was also stabbed by Princess Xuan in the center of the heart, losing too much blood and died."
