Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

"Unlucky?" Nangong Xianyue sneered, "Is your unluckyness brought about by Moga Xian'er? Whether he is here or not, you are destined to be unlucky."

"What does this mean?" asked an important official.

"Then we need to ask Xueru what ominous things she has done."

"Shut up, what nonsense are you talking about!" Xueru looked at the elders, "The coronation ceremony continues. I want these people to watch. No one can interfere with my succession to the throne."

"No, ma'am, it is God's will that today's ceremony be interrupted. You can no longer take the throne."

Xueru grabbed the elder's collar and asked, "Do you want to die?"

"For the sake of Xizhou Kingdom, I cannot let the ceremony continue." The elder said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Who else besides me has this qualification?" Xueru pushed the elder away, calmed down and straightened her clothes. "In the entire Xizhou Palace, I am the only one who has this qualification. I have to continue even if I don't want to."

"Not necessarily." Nangong Xianyue raised an eyebrow.

"Who else... are you talking about... you?" Xueru frowned. "You should have been executed, and you're still alive thanks to my mercy. And yet you still have the delusion of coming back to inherit the throne?"

"Of course not. I have no interest in the throne."

"Oh, who do you think you'll believe? Then who are you talking about?"

"Your son, Mogaxianer." As soon as these words were spoken, the scene became even more noisy.

"What are you talking about? He died a long time ago."

A tall man walked up to the coffin and pushed the lid open in front of everyone. Then a pale hand climbed up the edge and the person inside slowly climbed up. At the same time, there was a sound of various jewelry falling into the coffin. The man was dressed in white and was wearing a lot of burial jewelry.

Everyone around was so scared that they stepped back desperately.

He looked up at the woman under the giant statue, his eyes dead, and opened his mouth: "Mother..."

Xueru was so frightened that she slid down from the throne, "You...you..."

Moga Xianer climbed out of the coffin and walked towards Xueru step by step: "Mother... I came to see you... Aren't you happy?"

"Don't come over here!" Xueru screamed in fear, "I didn't kill you. It wasn't me. Don't come over here."

"I didn't say you killed me, Mother. I just wanted to be there to witness your coronation."

"You devil! You won't let me go even if you die, devil! Devil!"

The elder walked up to Mogaxianer and held his hand, "Your Majesty, you are still alive."

"What?" Xueru got up. "Still alive? Impossible, impossible."

Moga Xianer approached step by step, "Mother, you miscalculated. You tried your best, but unfortunately, I am not dead. You can never become queen."

"No, no," Xueru breathed rapidly, "I can definitely become the queen."

"Whatever you can do, use it, mother. After today, you will never be able to succeed to the throne."

Xueru took a few deep breaths, then suddenly ran to the window, pulled out the flare from her waist and released it into the sky.

After a loud bang, she turned back with a smile, "My people will come in soon and kill you... and Nangong Xianyue... together. Then the throne will be mine."

The elders and several important officials ran to Mogaxianer, clamoring to protect his safety.

"Madam Xueru, you intended to kill the king, and you will definitely go to hell." The elder's face turned red with anger.

“It’s not certain who will go to hell first.”

A large number of uniformed guards rushed in from the door, carrying long spears and well-trained, surrounding Nangong Xianyue and others.

"Do you have eyes? How dare you surround His Majesty the King!" The elder scolded the guards harshly, but the guards did not react at all.

"Of course they dare," Mogaxian'er crossed his arms, "because they are not guards from Xizhou."

There was a burst of discussion all around.

"What? People from other continents have infiltrated our palace?"

"They were brought by that demon Xueru."

"Which continent are they from?"

Xueru straightened her back and pointed her staff at the crowd: "I order you to kill Nangong Xianyue, Moga Xianer and others."

"Xue Ru, Moga Xian'er is your son, and you don't even let him go!" The elder stood in front of Moga Xian'er and accused Xue Ru.

They have known each other since Mogaxianer came to the palace as a teenager. After so many years, their relationship has become deep.

"I just want the throne, go ahead." Xueru's hand was about to fall.

Suddenly, a nonchalant female voice rang out, "Really? Anyone dares to dream of becoming the queen."

When Nangong Xianyue heard the voice, his brows furrowed subconsciously and he looked towards the gate.

On the left is Chi Yang, a tall boy wearing a black windbreaker with a playful look on his face. On the right is Shen Wu, wearing a pink long skirt. Her face is as delicate as a doll, but her expression is cold.

The woman in the middle was wearing a black long dress with a wide and complicated hem, a hat of the same color on her head, and a lace veil hanging down that covered half of her face. Her leather shoes made a 'tapping' sound on the ground, slowly and with great aura.

What was even more eye-catching was that she was carrying a black submachine gun.

Nangong Xianyue's usual smiling expression turned cold, and he squinted his eyes at her: "Why are you here? Didn't I ask you to wait for me obediently in Nanzhou?"

Qiao Yisha looked at him innocently: "I missed you so much that I couldn't help but come."

Nangong Xianyue was helpless and held her hand, "Stay with me, it's dangerous here."

"I know~"

The moment Xueru saw her, her expression almost cracked, "Qiao Yisha...you...you are still alive..."

This woman is so lucky that she didn't die even after falling off a cliff.

"Of course," Joysa smiled sweetly, "because I have the same dream as you. How can I bear to die?"

"Oh no, you are wishful thinking, I am justified."

"Stop talking nonsense, you've arrived just in time," Xueru said with a dark smile, "Catch them all in one fell swoop, let's get started!"

The guards from Xizhou Kingdom and the foreign guards have started fighting. The scene is in chaos. The important officials and elders are shouting to protect His Majesty the King.

Qiao Yisha let go of Nangong Xianyue's hand, pointed the submachine gun on her shoulder at Xueru on the throne, and fired a bullet into her side. "Bang——"

"Stop it all!"

Xueru was horrified, "Stop, everyone stop!"

At this time, a rumbling sound was heard outside the church, getting closer and closer, and the sound of propellers whirring in the air became louder and louder.

One of Xueru's guards went to the window and saw fighter jets and helicopters circling densely in the sky, while guards and some people in black uniforms were rushing in from all directions on the ground. Dozens of armored vehicles and tanks were coming aggressively and were about to reach the church.

The guards were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat and shouted inside: "We are surrounded!"

Naturally, others also heard these sounds. As guards, they were very familiar with these sounds.

The rumbling sound was getting closer and closer as if it was urging them to die. They looked at each other, weighing in their hearts whether to fight or surrender.

At this moment, Moga Xianer shouted, "Die in Xizhou or return to your own country? I let you choose."