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

A white carrier pigeon flew over towering mountains, green forests and red seas, entered the Youzhou Governor's Mansion, and landed on the shoulder of Xie Chibei who was interrogating a criminal.

Xie Chibei removed the letter tied to the pigeon. The letter said:

"Before the great battles of Zhuo, Yan, You, and Hengzi, a victory was foreseen behind the scenes. This report was made to Your Majesty regarding the princess of Prince Xi's enemy nation and the suspicions surrounding Emperor Hui's bloodline."

"Three days ago, the fifty states and the seven northern tribes discussed this matter together, and the governors of each state issued a letter to the governor of Youzhou, King Xi, to drive out the enemy and suppress the bandits."

Gu Wenxuan also saw the message from the Eagle Guard. He took the letter and read it again:

"This is before we even start the battle, and you're already spreading rumors about King Xi's identity? If we win, the governors of each state won't let us go?"

"There are doubts about Emperor Hui's bloodline. Who is behind this?"

Xie Chibei's fingertips, gripping the letter, flushed red, his right eyelid still twitching. "It was me who spread the rumor that His Majesty wasn't a prince."

The fifty states and seven clans are all spreading rumors about Mu Jinan's identity. This action is more cruel than the sword of the King of Hell.

The edicts from the provincial governors of various states have been urgently sent to the Governor's Office. Whether eloquent or concise, they all criticize Mu Jin'an for lurking and stealing the country, and they will not stop until Mu Jin'an's head is chopped off.

The news that Mu Jinan was a spy from the enemy country spread throughout the streets and alleys of Youzhou, and the number of people involved had reached a point where the Shiyan Army could no longer control the situation.

Many students and businessmen gathered in the teahouse, spitting into each other's closed eyes and ears.

After arguing for half an hour, everyone gradually turned to be united in their opinions.

The lingering aroma of tea reflected in the eyes of the crowd, which changed color in response to the trend. They were vague but confident in their words:

"So the purpose of allocating land to us is to split Dasheng, Youzhou and Sheng'an. King Xi really has evil intentions."

The sons of the noble families spread out a large piece of snow-white paper, and the black horizontal, vertical, and diagonal strokes borrowed a mouth from hell. The black was soaked in white, and the blood-red knife was sharpened. It was impossible to tell whether they were talking at length or harboring evil intentions:

"In ancient times, Gou Jian slept on firewood and tasted gall. Today, the princess of a fallen nation, Mu Jin'an, weeps blood and lays before her sword. She is deeply involved in politics, uses her merits to conquer other countries, leads a large army, captures eight states, and unintentionally undermines the foundation of a great nation."

"Emperor Hui usurped the throne and murdered his father, allowing traitors to disrupt the court, killing loyal officials, and his bloodline is in doubt."

"Your Highness, the Prince of Jin, please come face to face with Xi and kill him, eliminating the threat to Sheng in the future, in revenge for Yuhe's plunder of Dasheng and Adehe's invasion of our borders."

"Your Highness, Prince Jin, please send troops to Sheng'an to kill Emperor Hui."

The black and white letters of condemnation filled the entire Youzhou City. The ubiquitous manifestos blocked out the red sun and fell on the trusting heads of the soldiers.

The military camp's speculation gradually became unanimous: "We are the people of Dasheng. How can we be commanded by a princess of an enemy nation with ulterior motives?"

The cohesive military morale collapsed in a short period of time, and they insisted on two words: enemy country.

The many recruited soldiers and warriors were in chaos. Some soldiers laid down their weapons and returned home without paying any attention to military discipline.

Some entrenched soldiers, led by Youzhou officials, took up arms, convinced that by killing Mu Jinan and supporting Xie Chibei they could overthrow Emperor Hui, whose lineage was questionable.

Zhang Zhenguang suppressed the rebellion again and again. He drew his sword and stood in front of the soldiers who wanted to rush into the Governor's Mansion.

He vowed to defend Mu Jinan to the death. He did not believe the rumor: "If Prince Xi was planning a rebellion, why would he risk his life to save a nobody like me while he was suppressing the rebellion?"

"This is the enemy's plan to sow discord. Anyone who dares to plot rebellion will not be blamed for my ruthless execution."

Xie Chibei looked at the huge crowd. The people behind them did not avoid the issue of Emperor Hui's bloodline. It seemed that they had a grudge against all of them.

Yun Ting interrogated the two men he had captured. He punched them several times, and the thieves vomited black blood and died.

Xie Chibei was used to seeing these loyal warriors committing suicide by taking poison. He entered the courtyard and looked at the vicious woman who refused to speak. "Fu Bailuo, if you don't confess, I will skin you alive."

There was not an inch of good skin on Fu Bailuo's body. All her hair was pulled out by Cha Heng. The blood from her scalp poured into her mouth. She swallowed and vomited uncomfortably.

Fu Bailuo saw Xie Chengzhang die with her own eyes. The face that violated her in her memory died next to her, and there was not even a whole piece of flesh left.

So many people care about a princess of a fallen country. Xie Chibei killed her uncle for Mu Jinan.

Countless slaves of Da Sheng, if they were favored by princes and princesses, would return to their hometowns to be divided into lands and live in peace.

And she was a slave who didn't know her parents, a death warrior of the lowest order, and she had no chance of survival.

She wanted to make powerful people like Mu Jinan and Xie Chibei fight to the death and fight against each other for life tragedies that had nothing to do with her.

Fu Bailuo lay on the ground, looking towards the southeast, and laughed crazily, "I won't admit it, hahahaha, all of you go to hell, all of you go to hell, hahahaha."

Xie Chibei glanced at the jade pendant through the pomegranate tree. He had caught the thieves for many years and used all kinds of torture, but he failed to interrogate the person who ordered them to do so.

Xie Chibei wiped the Jingye sword with his fingertips, a flash of blood passed through his gloomy eyes, and the surging desire for revenge gnawed at his heart.

In this case, let's take revenge on the young Mu Jinan immediately.

Xie Chibei threw the Jingye Sword to Yun Ting and said, "Scrape him alive and remove the bones. Add salt every inch you scrape. If you die before you scrape a few times, I will not forgive you!"

Gu Wenxuan and Nangong Yu looked at Xie Chibei in silence. Even though there were rumors that Mu Jinan was a spy, Xie Chibei was still determined to avenge her.

A cold wind blew in the hall. Yun Ting avoided Xie Chibei's eyes. He took the sword with trembling hands, "Yes, Your Highness."

Fu Bailuo's miserable cries of pain and mad screams could be heard from the door. "Ah, it hurts."

Sweat and blood soaked her tongue, which was unwilling to speak, and all she swallowed was sin.

Her misery is not an excuse for her to harm Mu Jinan. When kind people suffer, they will only seek revenge on their enemies. Fu Bailuo is a born villain.

Zhu Shiyong's "hard bones" fell out of his flesh, one by one falling to the ground. He was like a sea bass with its belly bones broken through its scales, struggling in an ice tank filled with salt water:

"Ah, help."

"Mom, save me, cough cough, it hurts, wow wow..."

When Zhu Shiyong was in pain, memories of the past flashed through his mind. He filled a tub with cold water. Mu Jinan was pressed into the tub by Fu Bailuo, crying and calling for his mother to help.

He was like an executioner with a knife in his hand at that time. The cold water he poured penetrated Mu Jinan's broken bones, causing Mu Jinan to suffer from a cold.

Zhu Shiyong roared and cried for a long time, and the blood in the water tank was deep red. He no longer had the energy to pay attention to Fu Bailuo.

The bone-pulling and live scraping lasted for two hours. Yun Ting, who was carrying out the execution, vomited several times, tears welled up in his eyes, and blood covered his extremely angry expression.

Yu Keduo glanced at Yun Ting, whose hands were covered in blood. He pursed his purple-blue lips and knelt down properly.

Nangong Yu saw Xie Chibei looking at him without changing his expression, and a sinister murderous intent was sizing up his body.

He is a poison doctor and has seen all kinds of bloody and rotten corpses.

But the scene of Xiao Yan's shot-through body, Fu Bailuo and Zhu Shiyong's broken arms, blurred flesh and bones, and Xie Chengzhang's fragments was like a knife scraping at him.

This was Xie Chibei's silent warning. If Mu Jinan had not stopped Xie Chibei from killing him, Xie Chibei would have killed him in the same way.

Nangong Yu covered his mouth uncomfortably, then ran to the pear tree and vomited a few mouthfuls of sour water.