Quickly wear, pregnant lady, the male protagonist who has no descendants loves her like crazy

Wu Yuan came to Tianqi this time just to take Qiao Jinjin away. How could he be dismissed by the emperor's few words? If he failed to take away the pure soul, the witch would definitely settle the score with him. Thinking of the way the witch would punish people, Wu Yuan shuddered.

"Your Majesty, I really like Miss Qiao. If Your Majesty can give Miss Qiao to me, our Wuling tribe is willing to cede land to you and pay you ten Nine-turn Soul-Restoring Pills."

As soon as Wu Yuan mentioned the Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill, everyone in the hall was shocked. If they had known earlier, this Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill would be priceless.

I heard that the Wuling tribe's Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill can bring the dead back to life, which is very mysterious. However, the Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill is extremely difficult to obtain. It takes ten years to refine one. Now that ten are given at once, you can see how tempting it is.

A loud bang made the entire hall quiet down. Looking at the angry Prince Zhao, everyone was stunned and dared not move.

"Second Prince of the Wuling Clan, I will say it again, this is my princess, you are not allowed to covet her."

Wu Yuan glanced at Xie Anhuai calmly, put down his wine glass, shook his head and said, "Your Highness Prince Zhao, what you said is wrong. As long as she hasn't been married, she is not yet the Princess of Zhao. Even if I give her to this prince now, it will not have any impact on you."

Xie Anhuai clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath, and ordered the Second An beside him, "Let the Dark Guard Battalion prepare for action. This king does not want to see him alive again."

An Er took the order and retreated. This Second Prince was really courting death. The princess was the apple of the prince's eye. He dared to covet her so blatantly. He really didn't want to live.

Although killing the second prince would cause trouble later, it would be much better than letting the prince become a walking corpse after losing his princess.

After returning to the inn, Wu Yuan closed the window tightly, then took out a bamboo flute from his chest, put it to his mouth and started to play.

"Master, is this method feasible? Isn't it too obvious?"

After Wu Yuan finished playing a song, he placed the bamboo flute on the table and said calmly, "King Zhao must be eager to kill me. I am only doing this to protect myself."

Ah Po racked his brains to figure out what his master was thinking. If he wanted to bring Miss Qiao back to Wuyuan, he could have done it quietly. But now, not only was he going to be assassinated, but he was not sure whether he could take Miss Qiao back with him.

Now everyone knows that their master covets Miss Qiao. If Miss Qiao disappears in the future, everyone will regard Wu Yuan as the culprit.

Wu Yuan sat on the bed, listening to the noise outside, and knew that King Zhao's men had left.

Xie Anhuai sat alone in the study waiting for news. He waited for a long time before An Er, who had been poisoned, came back.

"Master, I have failed."

Xie Anhuai was shocked. "How many people did you bring with you?"

An Er pursed his lips, endured the discomfort of itching and pain all over his body and said, "Six, six people were selected from the Dark Guard Camp."

"Your Majesty, Wu Yuan is very evil. We were poisoned before we even entered his room. Judging from the marks on our bodies, we were bitten by poisonous insects."

Xie Anhuai narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that Wu Yuan deliberately said something to anger me today, but what is his purpose? To anger me and make my assassination attempt fail?"

Xie Anhuai waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's discuss this matter later. You can go find An Jiu to detoxify and heal your injuries."

Xie Anhuai pondered alone for a long time, always feeling a little uneasy. Unable to bear it any longer, he once again visited the Prime Minister's residence at night.

It was rare for Qiao Jinjin to not sleep. She leaned against the head of the bed and thought about something.

In her previous life, there was no visit from the Wuling tribe at this time, and today, the Second Prince of Wuling seemed to be coming for her. But why? Qiao Jinjin didn't believe that the Second Prince would offend the Emperor and Ah Huai just because he met her once. It couldn't be that he had no purpose. The Second Prince was not such a brainless person.

A slight noise came from the window. Qiao Jinjin frowned and took out a dagger from under the pillow.

"Who"

Xie Anhuai jumped in through the window, looked at Qiao Jinjin who was in a defensive posture, and scratched his nose in embarrassment.

"Qiao Er is not asleep."

Qiao Jinjin rolled her eyes speechlessly, put the dagger back under the pillow, and then said, "I was scared to death."

"Ah Huai, does this second prince have any purpose?"

Xie Anhuai sat on the edge of the bed and scratched Qiao Jinjin's nose. "Qiao'er is so outstanding that everyone cares about her."

Qiao Jinjin shook her head in denial. "No, there is something wrong with this Second Prince. The way he looks at me is not pure love, but possession and destruction. In short, it is not a good idea."

Of course Xie Anhuai knew it, but he couldn't tell Qiao'er and make her worry. He wanted Qiao'er to live under his wings without worries.

At noon the next day, Wu Yuan received a letter. When he opened it, he was shocked.

Liao Mu looked at his master with a worried look on his face and asked, "Master, what happened?"

Wu Yuan put the letter under the candle and burned it to ashes and said, "The former witch is still alive."

"What?" Liao Mu was also shocked. You know, only when the previous priestess dies will a new priestess inherit the position of priestess, otherwise the evil spirit fire will not recognize it.

But if what this letter says is true, and the former priestess is still alive, then how is the current priestess recognized by the Evil Fire?

Wu Yuan put away his nonchalant look, and his whole demeanor suddenly changed. This was the real Wu Yuan.

"I am going to the cold palace to meet this former witch."

Although Liao Mu also wanted to get to the bottom of this matter, the safety of the Second Prince was the most important thing.

"Master, why don't you let me go? I'm worried there might be a scam."

Wu Yuan raised his hand to stop him. He had to find out about this matter himself.

Even when Xiao Yiyun was sitting on the cold haystack in the dilapidated cold palace, she did not look the least bit decadent, as if she was still the lofty Concubine Xiao Shufei.

"You came"

Xiao Yiyun's eyes were calm, as if he had already expected Wu Yuan to come.

"Are you so sure that I will come?" Wu Yuan asked puzzled.

Xiao Yiyun laughed sarcastically, "Of course I know. After all, I am a former witch. If I were still alive, what would the current witch be?"

Xiao Yiyun knew that Wu Yuan would not believe her words alone, so she took out a red jade ring from her body, bit her finger, and let blood drip onto the ring.

A faint red light flashed, and then the red jade ring turned completely black.

"Really... you actually are..." Wu Yuanjing took a step back. There was a legend among their Wuling tribe that if a witch inherited the position of witch while the previous witch was still alive, then the Wuling tribe would be doomed.

Seeing Wu Yuan's unacceptable look, Xiao Yiyun sneered and said, "Don't worry, the Wu Ling tribe will not be in trouble now. Otherwise, after so many years, have you seen anything bad happen to the Wu Ling tribe?"