The powerful princess arrives with a space warehouse

Yan Hutu looked at the prince as if he were a dead man. He let out a strange laugh from his bearded face, "Hahaha... It's nothing. I just thought that you, your fifth brother, and Lord Mi should take a rest here. I still have to go meet your father."

Bei Jinzhuo jumped up when he heard this, "Prince Yan, you...what do you want to do to the Crown Prince and this prince?"

"Bei Jinzhuo, you are not worthy to speak to me like this. It seems that you haven't felt any physical discomfort yet, so I will ask someone to help you."

"Prince Yan, what do you want to do?" The Minister of Works Mi Qinghe pointed at Yan Hutu and said in horror.

Minister of Personnel Fan Sunhai looked at Mi Qinghe and said with a smug smile, "Mi Qinghe! Mi Qinghe, I think you are stupid. What is there for our Prince Yan to be afraid of? This Beiyue Kingdom was unified by Prince Yan with the help of His Majesty."

"You...you guys..., Prince Yan is planning a rebellion?" Mi Qinghe exclaimed with his eyes wide open. He knew that Prince Yan supported the third prince, but he didn't expect them to be so bold.

"Master Mi, why are you saying such harsh words? Prince Yan did not usurp the throne. He saw that the emperor's health was failing, so he wanted the emperor to rest more and asked Prince Qi to share his worries."

The fifth prince, Bei Jinzhuo, glared and said sternly, "Haha, look at the faces of you people, what have you done to my father?"

Yan Hutu looked at them and seemed to be frightened by him. He was very happy. He laughed loudly regardless of everything, "Hahahaha...hahahaha...I didn't do anything to your father. It's your father who is in poor health! He doesn't have the energy to manage Beiyue. Move him to another position.

Okay! I won’t talk nonsense with you anymore.”

Then he shouted, "Someone come!"

Following the order of Prince Yan, soldiers of the Yan family holding bows and arrows appeared on the surrounding courtyard walls. The walls and rooftops were filled with archers with drawn bows. They all aimed accurately at the prince and others standing outside the dining hall gate.

The courtyard was also filled with Yan's soldiers holding sharp weapons, surrounding them tightly and ready to attack at any time.

The prince's personal bodyguard, Han Bing, quickly stood in front of the prince, while another guard stood behind him.

Crown Prince Bei Jinheng looked at Prince Yan's jumping around coldly, his brows furrowed, worried about his father in the palace. He wondered if his seventh brother could protect his father.

He was also analyzing the situation on his side. With his own kung fu, he could easily deal with the King of Yan and the Yan family soldiers surrounding him. The fifth brother would also have no problem dealing with Qi Yan Muhong. His own guard Han Bing was also a master, but he didn't know how good the kung fu of the guard behind him was.

There were also people that Prince Jing had mentioned, who were assigned to him in secret. He looked around and found that there were many secret guards from Prince Yan's mansion. He wondered in his heart, could Prince Jing's people hide without being discovered? At most, only a few of his own people could sneak in.

The prince looked at all this and sneered, "Oh, Prince Yan actually mobilized so many people to deal with a few of us. It seems that he is still afraid of me!"

Yan Hutu could never find out the prince's inner strength, nor his kung fu. He just failed to defeat him many times and found that there were masters around him.

"Hahaha, Your Highness the Crown Prince is really good at telling jokes. Why should I be afraid of you?" Yan Hutu said, and picked up the sword of the guard beside him, pointing it directly at Bei Jinheng, "Those who obey me will prosper, and those who disobey me will perish. Your Highness the Crown Prince, do you think you can leave the Prince of Yan's Mansion today? I advise you not to move, but Your Highness the Crown Prince, can you move now?"

Then Yan Hutu ordered the Yan family soldiers surrounding him: "Please invite them in."

While Yan Hutu was giving the order, the prince waved his hand, threw a handful of powder at Yan Hutu, and shouted, "Do it."

The Fifth Prince and the guards they brought with them all started fighting.

Yan Hutu was indeed a man of profound internal strength. He reacted quickly, jumped up suddenly, and stabbed the prince straight with the sword in his hand.

The prince was also very fast. His body was like a mysterious sword. He soared into the air and kicked Yan Hutu in the face. Yan Hutu turned around and avoided the prince's kick. He waved his sword and attacked the prince again. At this time, the prince had drawn out his soft sword, and it collided with King Yan's sword. There was a loud bang and sword flowers flew everywhere.

The prince jumped back, and the King of Yan's hands were also numb. He was shocked. Didn't Bei Jinheng take Chinese medicine? How could he still move? His internal strength was not weak.

Then his eyes suddenly changed, and a cold murderous aura overflowed from his body, "Bei Jinheng, today is the day you die." The tip of the sword in his hand was pointing directly at Bei Jinheng.

But before he could rush forward, his leg joints were hit by something, and the sword in his hand was knocked down. Then he fell to the ground with a "thump" out of control.

He found that he could not stand up. There were two holes in the joints of his legs. Blood was gushing out, and he was unable to exert his internal strength.

He then shouted with a fierce look in his eyes: "Shoot."

But everything around was quiet, and the only answer he got was "dong, dong, dong". The archers holding bows and arrows on the four sides of the courtyard walls fell to the ground like dumplings, and each of them lay there like dead pigs.

The ministers who followed him in the courtyard, as well as his Yan family soldiers, had already been lying on the ground, one on top of the other, piled up like the dead.

Yan Hutu felt powerless all over. He looked at the place not far from him. There were only Bei Jinheng, Bei Jinzhuo, and the Minister of Works Mi Qinghe standing there. Together with the few guards, there were less than ten people. How could they have knocked down all his men?

It seemed to be the powder that the prince had sprinkled, but he was very confused. Where did the prince get this powder? Why was it so effective? How could they be so unnoticed and let all his men fall for it?

He had so many skilled secret guards in his house, how come they didn't find the person hidden by the prince in his house? He was puzzled.

He was unwilling to give in, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Okay, Bei Jinheng, I really underestimated you, but what does it matter if you deal with me? Your good father is almost dead, and you can't sit in that position, hahaha..."

He laughed so hard that he couldn't open his mouth. His whole body felt weak and his eyelids were drooping, but he just used his inner strength to hold on.

In fact, at this time, the Crown Prince Bei Jinheng was also confused when he saw the Yan family soldiers lying on the ground.