The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

"Oh!"

When Wang Beiwang heard Wang Meng's words, his old eyes immediately looked at Murong Wan'er. He was very clear about how high his granddaughter's standards were, and he was afraid that ordinary men would not be in her eyes.

"Uncle! Don't mess around. If you make things worse, I will ignore you!" Murong Wan'er knew her uncle's temper very well. He really means what he says. It is really possible that he would rush from the Great Xia Dynasty to the Great Song Dynasty and forcibly bring Ye Feng to Nanyuan!

"Hahaha..." Wang Meng laughed loudly. After hearing Murong Wan'er's words, they both couldn't help but ask, "Whose boy is this?"

"Grandpa, uncle, he is Ye Feng, the king of the Song Dynasty. But he seems unwilling to come to Daxia with me." Murong Wan'er was not a shy woman. She spoke directly to Wang Beiwang and Wang Meng.

"So it's him?" Wang Beiwang is the Lord of Nanyuan of the Great Xia Dynasty. The Great Song Dynasty is a neighboring dynasty. He has heard a lot of rumors about Ye Feng recently. He frowned slightly. He is indeed a rare young talent. "Why doesn't he want to come to Great Xia? Tell him that as long as he is willing to follow you to Great Xia, grandpa will pass on the position of Lord of Nanyuan to him."

"That's right! When the time comes, your uncle will help you and him to guard the entire Nanyuan, and you can live your life happily. And give me some fat grandchildren." Wang Meng was sitting next to them. When he heard that Wang Beiwang wanted Ye Feng to be the master of Nanyuan, there was no jealousy on his face. Instead, he showed approval and support.

"Uncle! What did you say?!"

Murong Wan'er looked at her uncle with anger on her face. How could there be such an uncle? It was as if he couldn't wait for her to give birth to a child for Ye Feng.

"Hehe! I've heard of Uncle Ye Feng. It's said that he's great at marching and fighting, has great literary talent, and is very handsome." Wang Meng said happily: "That...that...poem he wrote, everyone in our Nanyuan Army knows it now...that's the poem..."

Wang Beiwang glared at Wang Meng fiercely, his face full of disdain, "I told you to study hard, but you just didn't believe it. That's Liangzhou Ci!"

"Yes! Yes, it's the "Liangzhou Ci", it's majestic and magnificent. When will you bring him to Nanyuan? Your uncle and grandfather will help you to consider it carefully." Wang Meng was afraid that his niece would suffer, so even though the rumors about Ye Feng were all good, he still wanted to make an actual investigation.

"Good! Good! If it really doesn't work, you can talk to Ye Feng and let grandpa go with you to visit him in Jinling City." Wang Beiwang surprisingly shared the same opinion as Wang Meng.

"Grandpa, uncle, please don't get involved. We don't know whether they like me or not!" Murong Wan'er looked at Wang Beiwang and Wang Meng. Thinking of Ye Feng's attitude towards her, she was really unsure whether Ye Feng was willing to marry her! The two of them often tested each other.

"He must be tired of living. How dare someone look down on my (Wang Meng's) granddaughter (niece)!" Wang Beiwang and Wang Meng were immediately unhappy when they heard this. They both stood up, and a fierce aura burst out from their bodies. They were really furious.

Murong Wan'er pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Except for his martial arts, he is not very good at other things. I'm afraid there is no one better than him in the entire Jiuzhou. Sometimes I feel like I am not worthy of him."

"Grandpa (uncle) supports you, take him down!"

Wang Beiwang and Wang Meng said in unison.

"Some time ago, you clashed with the Mi family in the court. I guess it was all because of this kid, right?" Although Wang Beiwang was in Nanyuan, he knew a lot about what was going on in the court of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The reason why Murong Wan'er returned to Weicheng was that she was indeed afraid of the anger of the Mi family and instigated her father to directly use military force against the Song Dynasty.

"The Mi family has been getting more and more aggressive over the years. If your grandfather hadn't stopped me, your uncle would have led 100,000 Nanyuan troops to attack Weicheng again and demand an explanation!"

Wang Meng's powerful voice rang out, his expression full of frenzy.

"Uncle, please don't be impulsive. My father is becoming more and more powerful now. What he fears most is that his subordinates lose control. That will affect his ambition to dominate the Nine Provinces. Our Wang family has been in Nanyuan for so many years, and has long been a thorn in the eyes of many people. Don't let others easily catch us."

Murong Wan'er naturally knew very well that the reason why he was favored by Murong Boheng was largely because of the military power in the hands of his grandfather and uncle.

"Hmph! I'm not afraid of your uncle! I have never been able to let go of what happened to your mother. As long as I know who assassinated your mother, I will march troops to the gates of the city and kill them until a river of blood flows to avenge your mother!" Wang Meng snorted coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

He had already lost his dearest sister, and he didn't want to lose his niece again. If anyone dared to involve Murong Wan'er in the power struggle, don't blame him, the great and mighty general, for turning his face and being ruthless, even if it was the Great Xia Emperor Murong Boheng!

Wang Beiwang was sitting next to them and didn't say a word from beginning to end. When he heard Wang Meng mention Wang Lanyan, his hands were obviously clenched into fists, and the murderous intent in his body flashed away.

"You guys come with me!"

Wang Beiwang stood up and spoke in a low voice. He walked out of the restaurant with Wang Meng and Murong Wan'er and went straight to his study.

He walked to the side of the bookshelf, gently opened the secret compartment in the bookshelf, and took out a black box. Inside was a hidden weapon. The shape of the hidden weapon was only the size of a fingernail, but it was made so thin that if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see its shape at all.

"After Lianyan died, I personally went to the assassination site and checked the bodies of hundreds of guards one by one. I found a hidden weapon in the ear of a guard."

Wang Beiwang went to the assassination scene in person. After checking, he found that the other party had obviously dealt with it. He investigated for several days but did not find any clues.

On the seventh day, when he was ready to give up and bury the bodies of the guards who died in the battle, he found dark blood oozing out of the ear of one of the guards, and upon checking, he discovered a hidden weapon.

"Plum blossom hidden weapon? The Mei family?"

Wang Meng's eyes also became solemn. He knew very well what this hidden weapon represented.

There are eight great families in Jiuzhou with a heritage of more than a thousand years, and the Mei family is one of them. It is rumored that they can communicate with the immortals in heaven, and the family has complex connections and is very powerful.

"As one of the eight great families, the Mei family will not easily interfere in the power struggle in the dynasty. Who on earth asked them to do this?" Wang Meng said coldly.

"I don't care how powerful the Mei family is. One day, I will avenge my mother myself! And the truth will be revealed by then." Murong Wan'er bit her lips tightly.

At first she thought that Wang Lianyan's assassination only involved the internal struggle of the royal family of the Great Xia Dynasty, but now she didn't expect that it would involve the Mei family, one of the eight major families, and it would become more difficult.

"No matter who you are, don't act rashly."

"So what if they are the Eight Great Families? If they dare to kill my own daughter, Wang Beiwang, I will destroy them even if rivers of blood flow!"

Wang Beiwang placed the plum blossom hidden weapon into the box and then gently stuffed it into the secret compartment. His cold voice was chilling, and the aura around him was unfathomable.