My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

The sky was gloomy all day.

At 3 p.m., an army of 300,000 men led by Cui Hongjing lined up in front of the imperial city in an orderly manner, ready to set off.

Cui Qimo climbed onto the temporary platform and personally served a bowl of strong liquor to the soldiers going to the battle.

Looking at the Pyeongchang General in front of him, whom he had personally appointed not long ago, his deep eyes were somewhat complicated.

Although last night's exploration failed to find any clues to the legendary will, it did uncover the late emperor's private vault of four hundred taels of silver.

Perhaps, that will really does not exist.

Cui Hongjing was very calm. He responded to the emperor's inquiring gaze without any ripples in his eyes. But who he was thinking about in his heart was Mei Xueer.

At this moment, the person he most wanted to see was Mei Xueer.

But she had already left the capital yesterday, also heading west.

But the army wouldn't move very fast, so he probably wouldn't be able to catch up with her on the road.

His eyes gradually softened.

Cui Qimo was stunned for a moment. In his memory, ever since Concubine Jing passed away, Cui Hongjing's face had only been rebellious and indifferent.

When have you ever had such an expression?

Once upon a time, Cui Qimo also missed the past, Jing'er who always loved him to hug and hold her high.

But between the father and his son, all that remained was the awkward etiquette between the ruler and his subjects, as well as mutual suspicion and deception.

At this moment, Cui Qimo was touched.

But when he thought of the late emperor's extreme favoritism and favoritism towards Cui Hongjing, and of his desire to make him the crown prince, his heart hardened again.

Not far away, on a high city wall, Cui Hongqi was dressed in a milky white brocade robe, with a look of elegance and refinement between his brows, as if he was the most noble immortal in the world as depicted by his own writing.

Looking down at the endless 300,000-strong army and listening to the shouts that seemed to break through the sky, a faint blush appeared on Cui Hongqi's jade-like face.

He covered his mouth and nose, coughed lightly, and then took out a silk handkerchief from his arms.

He covered his mouth and coughed softly, with a plum blossom appearing under the corner of his mouth.

A lonely plum blossom, embroidered on a silk handkerchief.

White silk scarf, black plum blossom.

The black color makes the originally noble red plum blossom look eerie.

"Prince, let's go back." Zixuan, who was standing aside, had a look of pity in his eyes.

"Yeah." Cui Hongqi nodded and limped down the city wall.

***

Evening Song Lane.

After taking the last antidote, Du Zheng stopped hurting himself and tried his best to hide the wounds on his body.

Although it was still extremely painful when touched, a glimmer of hope arose in his heart when he remembered what Li Mo had said, that the former Princess Jing was trying to find an antidote for him.

Who would want to die if you can live well?

Lord Ye, wearing a green-faced, fang-toothed mask, walked in with a strong anger, "Where have you been these days?"

Du Zheng answered respectfully, "I was reluctant to waste the antidote given by the Lord, so... I have already taken it."

He didn't dare to hide it. Ever since he found out that there was a poisonous insect hidden in his body and the mother insect that controlled the insect was in the hands of the man in front of him, he knew that if the poison took effect, this man would definitely not be unaware of it.

Lord Ye snorted coldly, his eyes gleaming with cruelty and ruthlessness, "You want to die? Do you think you'll be free if you die?"

Du Zheng's voice trembled a little: "No, it's not. I just can't bear to take it."

Behind the mask, the man's face became gloomier again.

His slow voice was filled with a chilling evil spirit, "I might as well tell you, there is no antidote for that poison."

After a pause, his tone became a little calmer, and he took out a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket and threw them on the ground, "I like what you gave me last time. This is your reward."

Du Zheng's eyes lit up and he quickly put the banknotes into his arms.

With a low chuckle of contempt, Lord Ye walked away.

Du Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

This person is his nightmare.

It's like a nightmare beast, sticking to your body and you can't get rid of it.

Hua Laoer walked over, gently helped Du Zheng up, and touched the wound on his body that he had cut himself. He let out a cry of pain.

"Brother, don't worry, I won't be confused again in the future."

Hua Lao Er sighed, "I think the lesson the gang leader has learned this time is deep enough."

Du Zheng blushed. "We can temporarily get through this crisis thanks to you and Li Mo. Hua, thank you."

Hua Lao Er: "We are all brothers, don't say such polite words. Besides, I am just pretending to be the gang leader to trick him. Besides, I have something to report to the gang leader."

Hua Lao Er said seriously, "There has been a strange situation recently. Many people have been secretly trying to find out about the descendants of the South Vietnamese royal family. All the information we have about South Vietnam has increased three or four times more than before."

South Vietnam has been destroyed for seventeen years. Although its old subordinates have occasionally caused rebellions, they have not caused any major disturbances. I don't know why it has suddenly become so popular.

Hua Lao Er continued, "There are rumors that the only descendant of the King of Nanyue is in the capital, and has infiltrated the palaces of the powerful and nobles of our Great Zhen, hoping to seize the opportunity to stir up trouble and restore the motherland."

"Restore the motherland?" Du Zheng sneered. "It's been almost twenty years since the fall of the country. How can we talk about restoration? If the King of Nanyue had not been obsessed with refining elixirs for many years and seeking immortality, and had not paid attention to state affairs, Nanyue would not have been powerless to fight back and eventually perished."

Now, news about South Vietnam has suddenly become popular. Either the old South Vietnamese troops are making moves again, and this time the moves are quite big.

Or someone did it on purpose, using South Vietnam to create chaos in order to achieve their own ulterior motives.

"If someone pays, we will sell things. As for what these people want to do, don't pay attention." Du Zheng seemed to be talking to himself: "Let's just do business. I never want to have anything to do with these people other than business..."