Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Thousands of feet high in the sky, at the junction of the azure blue sky and the rolling sea of ​​clouds, someone suddenly exclaimed "Huh?"

A slightly cold and low voice said:

"What is the land below?"

Another young man's voice replied:

"This is the capital of Great Chu, which happens to be Junior Sister Si Ning's hometown."

The figure in the clouds hovered still, then spoke decisively:

"Just now, I felt a trace of amazing demonic power, but now it has disappeared completely. However, since this is the capital of Da Chu, with a large population, we should still investigate!"

As soon as the words fell, two silver rays of light drew silver-white arcs in the sky. The clouds lingered around the silver rays, forming circles of fish-scale-like waves.

The sun shines through the gaps in the clouds onto the two silver rays, outlining an otherworldly landscape on the boundless blue screen.

The capital of Da Chu is currently immersed in the daily hustle and bustle.

On the streets, the cries of vendors, the sounds of children playing, and the conversations of pedestrians interweave into vivid pictures.

However, the daily rhythm was suddenly disrupted by a strange movement from the sky.

The first thing the people noticed was the unusual separation of the clouds above their heads. The sunlight seemed brighter than usual, causing everyone to look up.

In the sky, two figures gradually became clear. They came with graceful movements and rode the wind. The flying swords under their feet broke the tranquility of the day like meteors.

"Oh my god, what is that?"

The hawker's goods accidentally slipped from his hands, the children forgot to play, the old man squinted his eyes to carefully observe this incredible scene, and the young scholars pointed excitedly to the sky.

In the lobby of the Dali Temple, the confrontation continued.

Chu Hantian looked at Zhou Wenzheng coldly and said in a deep voice:

"Master Zhou, Yue Zihuan seems to have lost his mind. He has committed heinous crimes such as murdering his father and deceiving the emperor. Why can't I order such a dangerous person to be killed on the spot?"

Zhou Wenzheng bowed respectfully to Chu Hantian:

"I hope Your Highness will forgive me. In our Dali Temple, the execution of criminals should follow legal procedures. Moreover, according to the laws of our Great Chu, Yue Zihuan's crime should not be punished by immediate execution."

"After all, Princess Song did not die at the hands of Yue Zihuan, and Prince Dingbei is still safe and sound. Although Yue Zihuan is immoral and unfilial, his crime does not deserve death."

Chu Hantian's eyes were cold and his hands were clenched tightly. However, Zhou Wenzhen's words were flawless. If he insisted on killing Yue Zihuan, it would make him appear to be in the wrong.

Feng Xiaolou took small steps back, still staring at Yue Zihuan.

Something is wrong with him.

Normally, if she looked at him like this, his ears would turn red and he would turn his head away in a moment.

And today, no matter how she looked at Yue Zihuan with pleading eyes, there was not a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

Yue Zihuan's eyes bulged, his face flushed red, and he stared at Feng Xiaolou as if he was looking at the murderer of his father.

"She was the one who poisoned my father. She was the one who gave him the poison!!"

He kept repeating this sentence over and over again.

With every word he said, Feng Xiaolou wished he could sew his mouth shut.

"Brother, I know you are upset now, but how can you frame Xiaolou like this?"

"Xiao Lou has always treated you as his own brother."

She spoke sadly, but her eyes kept signaling the East Palace guards to take action immediately.

The guards of the Dali Temple and the guards of the Eastern Palace were in a standoff.

But Chu Hantian's status was noble, and the guards of the East Palace were even more domineering.

An East Palace guard received a hint from Feng Xiaolou's eyes, swung the sword in his hand, and lured away a Dali Temple guard.

Another East Palace guard rushed into the gap with a sword in hand, the tip of the sword flashing coldly, pointing directly at Yue Zihuan's throat.

With a clang, the sword of the East Palace guard was broken in half by Yue Ran's outstretched hand. He stepped back in horror, staring at Yue Ran's fingers with lingering fear.

Is this still a woman? She actually broke his fine steel sword with her bare hands!

Yue Zihuan seemed unaware that he had just walked back from the gates of hell, and was still staring at Feng Xiaolou and muttering to himself.

Yue Ran stood in front of Yue Zihuan, looked around with his clear eyes, then turned his gaze to Chu Hantian and said loudly:

"The state has its own laws and the family has its own rules. Your Highness, even though you are the regent now, you cannot kill people whenever you want."

Her bright red lips curved into an interesting arc, and she continued:

"At least Lord Zhou and I both want to know the origins of those men in black around Yue Zihuan. Doesn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince want to know?"

Yue Ran glanced at Feng Xiaolou again and chuckled:

"Donggong Fengyi is only at the ninth rank, but he can use Donggong guards to kill people. What a great prestige!"

Feng Xiaolou bit his lip hard when he heard this.

It's this feeling again.

There was also the feeling of humiliation of being completely inferior to Yue Ran.

Why didn't she die early as her mother predicted?

If Yue Ran continues to press him like this, I'm afraid someone else will be the one to die.

Chu Hantian's face was full of anger. He gritted his teeth and whispered:

"Yue Ran, this palace and Xiao Lou are seeking justice for King Dingbei, but you are ungrateful and are instead blaming us. You really don't know what's good for you!"

Beside him, Feng Xiaolou's eyes flashed with a cold light, which contained not only jealousy, but also constant calculation and measurement.

She took another step back, half of her figure hiding behind Chu Hantian, and raised her voice:

"Could it be that Princess Yue Ran wants to interfere with the case because of the brother-sister relationship?"

"Yue Zihuan was ignored by King Dingbei for twenty years because of you. It's really funny that he only remembers the brother-sister relationship now!"

Feng Xiaolou observed Yue Zihuan's expression as he spoke, but was disappointed to find that Yue Zihuan seemed to be completely isolated from the outside world. He just kept repeating "She was the one who poisoned my father."

She gritted her teeth secretly, her murderous intent grew stronger, and a green light flashed in her eyes.

The same moment.

Murong Hui glanced at Feng Xiaolou with a puzzled look.

The two people who were getting closer to the Dali Temple in the sky frowned at the same time.

A hint of clarity and deep fear appeared in Yue Zihuan's eyes.

What was he talking about just now?

How could he tell the whole truth?

Yue Zihuan raised his hands and grabbed his own neck fiercely, with such force that he almost broke his neck.

He can't let Xiaolou be in danger again!

"Someone is trying to hurt me! What I just said is not true!"

Yue Zihuan shouted loudly, his expression becoming even more ferocious.

Murong Hui pursed his lips slightly and returned his gaze to Yue Zihuan again.

Yue Zihuan paused, his eyes lost in confusion again. He pinched his neck with one hand and pointed at Chu Hantian and Feng Xiaolou with a trembling hand:

"Yes... He sent someone to kill my mother. Yes... No... She poisoned my father..."

Everyone in the Dali Temple hall looked at him as if he were a madman.

In an unnoticed corner, the tea in the cups placed on several tables quickly froze into ice.

The moment the tea solidified, a chill suddenly spread out, and the water vapor in the air was rapidly frozen, turning into fine frost.

The ice cube formed by the tea began to wriggle strangely, gradually breaking free from the teacup, deforming and twisting, and finally, in a flash of cold light, it turned into a crystal clear and extremely sharp ice dagger.

This frost dagger floated in the air by itself, like an awakened ice snake, rising into the air, leaving a series of silver-white trails in the air, heading straight for Yue Zihuan's back.