Feng Qizheng had never feared anything in heaven or on earth, but when he heard he was to be put to the knife, he was scared witless.

He could lose his head, he could spill his blood, but being put to the knife? Never.

"Your Majesty, just kill your subject. Your subject doesn't want to be a eunuch..."

The An Emperor's face showed nothing. "The word of a sovereign is not a joke."

Feng Qizheng scratched his head frantically. Then suddenly his eyes lit up... Ning Chen found it hilarious. He had no idea what this proper mastermind had come up with that could make him smile at a time like this.

Feng Qizheng said, "Your Majesty, your subject has a presumptuous request."

The An Emperor said, "Speak."

Feng Qizheng hesitated. "Your subject is all alone. If it's death, then it's death... But of the three unfilial acts, having no heir is the worst.

For the sake of the little your subject has done, would Your Majesty let your subject leave the Feng family an heir?

Your subject and General Yue Congyun are brothers-in-arms, loyal to the death. Please, Your Majesty, give General Yue to your subject as a wife, and give your subject a few more days so your subject can leave the Feng family an heir.

After that, Your Majesty may kill or carve as you please, and your subject won't say a word against it."

Ning Chen nearly laughed so hard he squealed like a pig. Brothers-in-arms, loyal to the death? The guy probably meant head over heels in love.

But you couldn't expect too much from Feng Qizheng. The guy couldn't have read a basketful of characters, so coming up with loyal to the death at all was a real achievement.

The An Emperor was holding back a laugh too. The man was dreaming.

She kept a straight face. "You're about to be put to the knife. Don't drag General Yue down with you... Once the child is born and grows up and learns his father was a eunuch, people will laugh at him."

Feng Qizheng…