In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

Cha Heng looked up at Xie Chibei. Why should he answer Xie Chibei's question? He served Mu Jinan.

Cha Heng lowered her head and said, "Your Highness Prince Jin can go ask Prince Xi."

Xie Chibei grabbed Cha Heng's neck and lifted her up: "If any assassin hurts Mu Jinan, I will chop you to pieces!"

Cha Heng's brows were furrowed, his cheeks flushed. This force was a hatred that wanted to kill him. He uttered three words: "Okay, I'll tell you."

Xie Chengzhang looked up at Xie Chibei who was standing on the brink of collapse and slaughter. In the past he had always seen the heroic Xie Chibei.

Today's Xie Chibei is a madman who has lost his mind for love and is subverting all the evil in the world. He takes drastic measures and raises the sword against his blood relatives without caring about his reputation!

Xie Chengzhang felt that Xie Chibei at this moment was more terrifying than the invincible Xie Chibei on the battlefield.

He felt inexplicably frightened and moved his knees back: "Xie Chibei, I am your uncle, do you have any sense of humanity? Where in the world would an uncle kneel to his nephew?"

Xie Chibei lowered his eyes to see which part of Xie Chengzhang was tough. The most noble family was the royal family. Without this dignity, how could his bones be tough?

Xie Chibei's dark pupils were like obsidian stained with blood. The bloodstained darkness was the pain that others had brought to Mu Jinan, and it was also the choice that made him be cursed by future generations.

Xie Chibei doesn't mind being a butcher who punishes evildoers.

His hands can be stained with blood, his name can be worthless, but his Mu Jinan must get justice!

Xie Chibei took the basin of salt water brought by Yun Ting and poured it on Xie Chengzhang. The murderous intent swept through the entire royal family like a flood.

"Human ethics? My uncle from the royal family who is worse than a dog or a pig, I am going to kill you!"

Xie Chengzhang burst into tears and cried out with his teeth bared: "You rebellious son! For Mu Jinan, you even disregarded your blood relatives?"

Xie Chibei didn't interrogate him at all, but just tortured him. The wounds on his body were so painful that he rolled on the ground several times.

Xie Chengzhang covered the whip wounds on his body with his hands, trying to pick out every grain of salt, but the salt was embedded in the dirty blood along with his sins.

Xie Chibei grabbed Xie Chengzhang and threw him into the water tank. He held down Xie Chengzhang's head tightly and asked, "Why don't you confess?"

Xie Chibei looked at Xie Chengzhang struggling in the water. He thought that Xie Chengzhang must pay back tenfold for whatever Mu Jinan had suffered.

Xie Chengzhang slapped the water with both hands and kicked frantically, trying to climb out of the water tank that suppressed his power:

"Ah, spare me, I shouldn't have sold out Mu Jinan."

The pain of failure, of cutting flesh, of making amends, of skinning and pulling out tendons, of a thousand deaths that could not atone for the sins, chiseled open his filthy body.

His skin and flesh were rotting in his self-righteous victory plan. In this battle, Xie Chengzhang was bound to lose!

His opponent was no longer a child, but the grandson of the emperor who had paved a path of swords in the mire and sea of blood and had gathered more than 200,000 troops in the abyss of imperial power.

Xie Chengzhang had never experienced such pain before, and he didn't know how Mu Jinan managed to survive.

Now he just wanted to kill Xie Chibei, or die quickly, it was too painful.

All the important events in his life flashed through his mind. His biological mother died early and he had no maternal family to rely on.

He is the most ambitious among the princes, but his father has given birth to so many princes, so how could it be his turn to be the crown prince?

Xie Chibei dragged Xie Chengzhang out and threw him to the ground: "Did you frame the prince for treason?"

Xie Chengzhang lay on the ground and kept coughing. He touched the wounds on his body with both hands and cried loudly: "Cough, cough, ugh... You are rebellious, Xie Chibei."

Xie Chibei put his bleeding finger into the salt water tank, and the excruciating pain spread from his fingertips to his heart. It was not him who was in pain, but the young Mu Jinan.

Xie Chibei's eyes turned red: "She is in so much pain."

Seeing that Xie Chengzhang refused to confess, Yun Ting sprinkled medicine powder on Xie Chengzhang's clothes, led three hunting dogs into the yard, and loosened the chains.

The hound wagged its tail and looked at Yun Ting. Then it smelled a familiar scent and suddenly pounced on Xie Chengzhang, barking wildly: "Woof woof, woof..."

Xie Chengzhang waved his hands to try to drive back the hound, but his wrists and ankles were locked with chains. He retreated to the stone tablet and curled up on the ground.

The chains "encircled" all his escape routes, the fangs had already torn his skin, and blood was flowing all over the ground.

The iron chain he tied around the hound's ankles finally tied around his own limbs. He should have thought of today when he came up with such a cruel and inhumane way of training the dog.

Xie Chengzhang screamed in pain. He could no longer use that little power to do whatever he wanted.

There was no image of his son in his mind, no desire for power, only Mu Jinan's shadowy smile.

The bright red pomegranate flowers were hastening his desperate journey, and he had already entered a dead end.

Xie Chengzhang looked up at Mu Jinan who was standing in the snow. The blunt knife wrapped in cotton wool scraped open his body, and every bright red fish scale was buried in the heavy snow.

The honey locust tree blooms bloody flowers in winter that represent a pledge of revenge.

She wore a white dress of atonement, stood in a dangerous situation surrounded by enemies, and killed him, the scheming tyrant on the golden stage!

Standing behind Mu Jinan were the deceived soldiers and the people who died in vain. The Feng Biaoxue sword stabbed at his abdomen:

"Xie Chengzhang, I didn't go to the slave house. I was waiting for you to find me. You can kill me without any effort. I can also kill you secretly, but I didn't kill you."

"You can make a feint to the east and attack in the west, and change the situation, but I can also stay put and let you fall into the dead end you set!"

Mu Jinan held the sword and pressed forward step by step.

Xie Chengzhang was lying on the ground, begging for mercy and kowtowing, but also looking angry. He pointed at Mu Jinan with one hand: "You...you..."

There was no childishness on Mu Jinan's face. She was the sick tiger that walked out of the forest alive. She broke the bones of the retired emperor and burned his bones:

"I was drugged by you, and you were the one who kidnapped me to Hu Yulou. You hid in Hu Yulou and scolded me as the daughter of a defeated general, saying that my blood was dirty and that I was no better than a dog tied to the city wall. You were reminding me that you knew hounds."

"You had people performing on the street and you poisoned the vaudeville boss. Are you telling me you have poison?"

"The night I first entered Hu Yulou, I changed into Xie Chibei's clothes. Xie Chibei asked Doctor Xue to examine my clothes. The powder there was very similar to the herb that poisoned the female slaves in the prison! Are you telling me that you are the one who sold slaves!"

A hunting dog bit Xie Chengzhang's arm, and tears flowed down the wound into his swirling dirty blood.

Xie Chengzhang was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood when a child saw through his years of careful planning: "Mu Jinan, Mu Jinan, you are so scheming, ah, I should kill you."

Their competition was too unequal. After losing, he would naturally become angry and ashamed, and he hated his own incompetence.

There are people who are born miserable and eventually forced to kill, but there are even more who are born villains.

Xie Chengzhang was not helpless. No one forced him. Everything was caused by his ambition as he was born in an imperial family. He was more hateful than Xie Ming!

He coveted imperial power and the throne, and he wanted to write the name of his country on the powerful country that was admired by everyone.