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The wine glasses clinked together, and Jiang Ning raised his head and drank it.

There was a sound of a cup falling beside her ear, and the next second, she felt a cold touch on her neck.

Gu Zhaojue kidnapped her.

Jiang Ning secretly rolled her eyes. It turned out that "breaking the cup as a signal" was so widely used.

For a while, screams were heard in the hall.

There was a clashing of swords and the sound of cups breaking could be heard on both sides.

However, the army that Gu Zhaojue had been thinking about did not come in through the gate as he expected.

A group of guards came in in large numbers.

With the tip of a knife against his neck, Jiang Ning still had the mood to look at the situation in this extremely chaotic scene.

There were not many enemies in the hall.

Du Feng, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, is a civil servant and is now hiding in his arms.

The unknown servant beside him was quite capable, but unfortunately two fists are no match for four hands, and now he was having a hard time dealing with three or four generals.

It seems that Li Chao, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, had no idea that the beautiful bride he married was a spy.

The third prince of Nanxi Kingdom, Fulin, has been weak since childhood. He would gasp for air even if he walked fast, let alone fight.

With the protection of the dancers around him, he could probably only hold on for a while.

Jiang Ning looked at her parents again. Fortunately, her father was quite skilled in martial arts and her mother was protected by the secret guards sent by Gu Zhaojin, so they could not be hurt.

Jiang Ning's eyes flashed white, his pupils shrank, and his heart beat violently.

"Gu Zhaojin, be careful!"

It’s Zhang Youcheng!

He is actually Gu Zhaojue's man as well!

Gu Zhaojin also sensed the danger behind her before she spoke.

He dodged Zhang Youcheng's dagger almost by relying on his body's instinct.

Jiang Ning exhaled, and the tip of the knife moved closer, and blood oozes out of her fair neck.

Gu Zhaojue, who was hiding behind her, threatened her fiercely in her ear: "Be quiet!"

Jiang Ning looked at Gu Zhaojin distractedly while trying to talk to Gu Zhaojue.

"Your Highness, Second Prince, what are you doing?"

Gu Zhaojue didn't say anything, but just pulled her towards the window.

Jiang Ning continued, "Do you think you can escape? This palace is full of His Majesty's people."

Gu Zhaojue chuckled: "Why should I escape?"

Jiang Ning was furious: "You!"

Gu Zhaojue said slowly, "I just want to take back what belongs to me. This chaos that has lasted for more than ten years should be put in order by me."

Jiang Ning was startled, feeling that something was beyond her judgment: "What chaos?"

Gu Zhaojue did not attempt to resolve her doubts, but simply leaned close to her ear and whispered like a devil: "Including you."

Something is about to break out of the ground.

Suddenly, Jiang Ning opened his eyes wide.

—Take back what belongs to me.

——More than a decade of chaos.

——Including you.

Gu Zhaojue is reborn!

This Gu Zhaojue is not the original sixteen-year-old boy at all.

No wonder the rebellion in this life would happen so early.

Gu Zhaojue was reborn, so everything was explained.

But would Gu Zhaojue, who was reborn, launch a rebellion so rashly with such a small number of troops?

Jiang Ning suppressed her worries and continued to test Gu Zhaojue's attitude.

"What belongs to you? The throne? But that originally belonged to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, right?"

Jiang Ning pretended to be confused, acting like a typical young lady who was ignorant of the ways of the world.

Gu Zhaojue laughed softly: "Do you trust your Crown Prince so much? It's a pity that he can't protect himself now."

Jiang Ning followed Gu Zhaojue's line of sight.

In fact, it was not as Gu Zhaojue said. Gu Zhaojin was more than capable of dealing with Zhang Youcheng.

After all, Gu Zhaojin also grew up under Gu Qinian's strict education.

Wen Neng can bring peace to the world with his pen, and Wan Neng can use his horse to settle the world.

Although he was usually gentle and polite, he was tall and had long legs. Jiang Ning and Gu Zhaojue watched helplessly as Zhang Youcheng was kicked three meters away by Gu Zhaojin.

Gu Zhaojue: “…”

Zhang Youcheng, who was kicked to the ground, spat out two mouthfuls of blood and was too weak to get up.

"waste!"

In fact, the outcome in the hall was almost clear.

How could Gu Zhaojue's few dozen men be able to defeat the imperial guards?

[Host, the eight hundred people brought by Fulin are all surrounded at the palace gate.]

Jiang Ning smiled: [Yes, I understand.]

Gu Zhaojue's situation was already hopeless, but he seemed to have not noticed it yet.

Jiang Ning saw Gu Zhaojin walking towards her with a frown on his face. There was a small cut on his face, but the bleeding had stopped. This wound added a special charm to him.

She curled her lips and smiled, winking at him, telling him not to worry.

"Your Highness, the Second Prince, now that the winner has been decided, the person you are waiting for will probably not be able to come."

Gu Zhaojue's expression was stern: "What do you mean?!"

Jiang Ning kindly explained: "It has been about a quarter of an hour since you broke the cup. Two groups of imperial guards have arrived. Where are your people?"

The tip of the knife was about to exert force, and Jiang Ning shouted in his mind: [Xiao Ba! ]

【Yes! 】

Jiang Ning only felt that his right arm suddenly became warm, and seemed to be full of strength for a moment.

Jiang Ning raised his head, exerted force with his arm, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Gu Zhaojin, who was standing not far away, stepped forward quickly and hid her behind him.

Gu Zhaojue, who lost his hostage, quickly fell into the hands of the imperial guard leader Zhao Fei.

Concubine Sun, who was on the other side of the hall, saw her son being captured and finally broke down and cried, "No, no, let Jue'er go."

She knelt down with a plop, then crawled to Gu Qinian's feet, grabbed the corner of his clothes and cried almost to death.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please spare Jue'er. He is still young and doesn't understand anything..."

Gu Qinian pulled out the corner of his clothes and looked at her coldly: "Oh, you dare to rebel without knowing anything. If he knew everything, wouldn't I have been killed by his sword long ago?"

"Your Majesty, wuwuwu..."

Gu Qinian bent down and stretched out his hand to pinch her chin: "Don't think that I don't know the tricks of your Sun family. Do you think you can be spared from this matter?"

After saying that, he shook his hand away fiercely and ordered in a cold voice: "Where is Zuo She, the Minister of the Dali Temple?"

A middle-aged man in his forties, with a handsome appearance and dark complexion, walked out from among the ministers and said, "I am here."

"Put Sun and the entire Sun family in jail and wait for your punishment!"

"Yes, Wei Chen takes the order."

Those who should be imprisoned will be imprisoned, and those who should be taken away will be taken away.

Gu Qinian sat back on the dragon throne with a solemn expression.

Kneeling below the stage were Gu Zhaojue, Fu Lin, Du Feng, Li Chao, Bai Zhi, Zhang Shuqing, and Zhang Youcheng.

As for Du Feng's servant, he had died in the melee just now.

Except for Gu Zhaojue and Zhang Shuqing, everyone else kneeling on the stage was injured to varying degrees.

However, Zhang Youcheng was the worst injured. He was kicked by Gu Zhaojin until he vomited blood. Now he was kneeling and almost tottering.

But his grandfather Zhang Shuqing, who is over 60 years old, doesn't dare to lend a hand to help him.

Among those standing on both sides of the hall were relatives of these people, and they had already cried softly until they were almost fainting.

Everyone else was frightened by the melee that had just occurred and maintained an exceptionally quiet atmosphere.