A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

As the Imperial Master walked, he was still thinking in his mind that when he found an opportunity, he would teach these guys a lesson and let them know how powerful he is.

Xiao Sanlang walked in front with a relaxed look on his face, looking back at the Imperial Master from time to time with a smug smile on his face. The others followed suit, with either teasing or amusing expressions on their faces. The scene was really interesting.

The Imperial Master kept humming in his heart, and reluctantly followed Xiao Sanlang slowly into a tent.

He looked around and found that this place was quite far away from Sikong Yang's tent, and his dissatisfaction suddenly became even worse.

He frowned, pouted, and started cursing again: "Oh my, what a scheme, arranging my national teacher so far away, isn't this obviously trying to alienate me! Humph!" As he spoke, he stamped his feet, looking just like a child throwing a tantrum.

When Xiao Sanlang heard his complaint, a look of disdain immediately appeared on his stern face. He raised his chin slightly and said coldly: "If you think so, then think so! But there is only this empty tent as a backup here! We are afraid that you want to live with us. What if you fart poisonously in the middle of the night and we don't even know that we are poisoned to death!"

After saying that, Xiao Sanlang turned around and left without looking back. His attitude made it clear that it was up to you to stay or not, and no one would ask you to stay if you didn't want to.

The Imperial Master watched Xiao Sanlang's departing back and stamped his feet in anger, cursing in his heart: "This abominable fellow is really too much!"

But he had no choice, after all, he had no choice but to live here. He cursed Xiao Sanlang in his heart and walked into the tent helplessly.

As for Xiao Sanlang, after walking a distance away, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smug smile, thinking: "Humph, you always cause trouble, now I'll let you taste the feeling of being ignored."

The rift between the two seemed to become more obvious at this moment. They each had a different mentality, one was angry and the other was proud.

As for Xiao Sizha and the others, as soon as the staggering figure of the Imperial Master walked away, Sikong Yan could not wait to jump up from the bed. His eyes were full of doubt and uneasiness, and he asked, "Do you think my father really wants to kill me?"

His voice trembled slightly, as if he was trying to suppress the fear in his heart.

Han Mingguang nodded without hesitation, his expression very serious, and said: "Isn't this obvious? From the time we fought to the victory, there has never been a day without peace!"

He frowned, thinking back to his past experiences, and his dissatisfaction grew stronger.

Sikong Yan was silent for a moment, looking at them quietly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

After a while, he slowly said, "I have an idea!" His voice was low and powerful, as if he had made a great decision.

Han Mingguang urged anxiously, "Your Highness, please speak." His eyes were full of anticipation, as if he was waiting for a way to change the status quo.

"Since our lives are at stake anyway, why don't we just change the dynasty?"

When Sikong Yan said this, Han Mingguang and Shui Qinglian were stunned at first, and then immediately expressed their support.

There was a determined look on their faces, as if they were ready to fight against fate.

At the same time, in the imperial palace, Emperor Yuxuan was sitting in the hall with an angry look on his face. His expression was so terribly gloomy that the air around him seemed to have frozen.

His majestic gaze swept over the ministers below, making everyone shudder, as if a terrible killing game was about to be staged.

"Report--" A hurried report broke the oppressive atmosphere. The courier who received the messages from all over the palace came running in hurriedly, his face full of anxiety.

"The pigeons from the north have sent a message!" The messenger's voice echoed in the hall. When the ministers heard it, they immediately started to discuss it, wondering in their hearts, could it be that the barbarians have attacked again? Everyone's face showed a look of worry.

Emperor Yuxuan originally thought that the situation in the north was not stable yet, and the war was about to start again. His brows were furrowed, and he muttered, "Isn't it annoying? Will these barbarians ever stop?" His heart was full of irritability and helplessness, and he was very annoyed by the continuous wars.

Seeing this, Eunuch Yan quickly took the bamboo tube from the messenger. His hands were shaking slightly, as if he was worried about something. He carefully opened the bamboo tube, took out the note inside and unfolded it.

However, when he saw the contents of the note, he cried out miserably: "Your Majesty, the young prince has passed away!"

His voice was filled with grief and despair, and his tearful face was filled with sorrow. He handed over the note with trembling hands, as if he was holding an inestimable treasure.

Upon hearing this, the other ministers all prostrated themselves on the ground, crying miserably, "Little Prince!" Their voices were filled with grief and reluctance, as if they had lost something most precious. The most prestigious heir to the Zong Kingdom fell like a meteor, who wouldn't be sad? Who wouldn't be upset? The entire hall was filled with a thick atmosphere of sadness.

However, what was unexpected was that "Hahaha..." Emperor Yuxuan actually laughed heartily! His laughter seemed particularly abrupt and harsh in this silent hall.

There was no trace of sadness on his face, but instead it was full of pride and ridicule. All the ministers and Eunuch Yan raised their heads in astonishment and looked at Emperor Yuxuan in anger! Their eyes were full of disbelief and anger!

They couldn't imagine how Emperor Yuxuan could be so heartless as a father. He didn't feel any sadness at the death of his son, but instead could laugh.

Seeing that the minister dared to glare at him, Emperor Yuxuan couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He really looked a bit miserable now. Who in the world could still laugh after the death of his son? I'm afraid it's only someone as heartless and ungrateful as himself.

Emperor Yuxuan deliberately cleared his throat, which had long been hollowed out by alcohol and sex, and forced a look of sadness on his face that was uglier than crying. "Uh, just now I was making fun of the blindness of heaven. I have such an outstanding son, who has made great contributions to the country, but God made him die so young! Heaven is really blind!"

After saying this, Emperor Yuxuan even covered his face with his hands, lowered his head and pretended to cry. But in the eyes of the ministers kneeling under the great hall, the so-called crying was clearly not a sad cry, but a disgusting happy laugh.

The ministers looked at each other, their eyes filled with anger and helplessness, but what could they do to this tyrant?