The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

There was no need for Zhu Qian to lead his men into the center of the fight; Prince Xin's army had already shown signs of decline.

Jiang Silin was not conceited, but the several waves of people he sent to the border all reported back the news that "Emperor Mingze disappeared in Beiming" -

He didn't believe that several waves of subordinates who were unaware of each other's existence could rebel at the same time, so he believed the news, which was a surprise to him.

He confidently divided his men into several teams, intending to completely control Jiang Yanchuan's harem. The strength of the soldiers who attacked Chongyun Palace was inevitably dispersed. Now that there was a traitor mixed in, the morale of the army collapsed...

The moment the deafening sound of the soldiers' charge rang out, half of Prince Xin's army couldn't help but tremble for a moment.

Jiang Silin picked up the sword and wiped the blood off his sleeve. He stared at Jiang Yanchuan opposite him with sinister eyes. The crowds and noise around him seemed to have stopped at this moment, and Jiang Yanchuan was the only one left in the world.

After a while, the two men seized the opportunity almost at the same time, tapped the ground with their toes, and the next moment, two figures raised their swords and attacked each other at an extremely fast speed!

After a crisp "clang" sound, two figures, one black and one silver, quickly rushed in different directions and turned to confront each other.

Pan Jifeng's heart jumped to his throat, his eyes fixed on the black figure, and the words "Your Highness..." came out of his mouth, but just halfway through, he suddenly screamed -

"what!!"

There was a sharp pain coming from the right arm.

Pan Jifeng turned around suddenly and happened to see an arm being thrown into the distance in a circular trajectory. A long knife was held in the hand. Bright red, thick blood was splashing like rain in the air, splashing all over him.

Pan Jifeng was numb from the pain, and stared at the arm with a blank expression for a long time. Finally, amid the exclamations of "Master Pan!!" from his colleagues beside him, he belatedly reacted.

That's his arm!!

He looked at his empty arm with horror and screamed heart-wrenchingly.

"My hand! My hand!!"

Pan Jifeng stumbled towards the arm, and just after taking two steps, he felt a sharp pain suddenly rise from his vest and quickly rushed to the top of his head.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed completely.

After the slightly bloated body fell to the ground with a bang, Zhu Qian, who was standing behind it, finally revealed his resolute face, which looked even more terrifying because of the blood stains on his face.

The rebel ministers who were watching from a distance began to tremble uncontrollably.

Zhu Qian glanced at Pan Jifeng, who was wailing non-stop, with an indifferent expression, and then, as if passing by some garbage blocking the way, he stepped over the other person's body and slowly walked towards the direction of the other rebels.

The screams originated from Zhu Qian and quickly spread to every corner of Chongyun Palace.

However, before he could run far, he was cut down by a soldier who had rushed to the nearby area.

Cries of pain, cries for mercy, cries for help...

All these sounds mixed with the chaotic sounds of hacking and killing around, and were sent to Jiang Silin's ears by the cool breeze stained with the smell of blood, but he turned a deaf ear to them and even frowned in annoyance.

Jiang Yanchuan didn't show any unnecessary expression. He waited calmly for Jiang Silin to regain his composure and looked at him: "Whatever?"

"Heh." Jiang Silin sneered and made a sword flower, "Just an ant."

Jiang Yanchuan nodded: "That's right."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them rushed towards each other tacitly!

When they passed each other, both of them used several moves with all their strength, but neither of them could hurt the other at all.

After standing still, Jiang Silin's expression became completely gloomy, with a hint of annoyance between his brows.

Jiang Yanchuan has been busy with government affairs in recent years and has not had much time to practice martial arts. However, he has been working hard for the past few years just to prepare for an occasion like today...

There's no reason why the two of them could be evenly matched.

Jiang Silin secretly clenched his fist in his heart, tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, and gathered strength on his toes.

"...Daddy?"

Jiang Silin paused.

child?

A little kid calling "Daddy"?

How could a child who called out "Daddy" appear in such a situation?!

He subconsciously turned around and met a pair of somewhat familiar eyes.

Guan Zhili stood awkwardly in the space Wu Leyong had vacated for him. The moment he met Jiang Silin's gaze, his eyes lit up slightly and he called out again, "Daddy!"

Jiang Silin narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up and down at the little guy who suddenly appeared with an inquiring look, and then he was suddenly stunned.

He remembered!

He remembered why he felt that pair of eyebrows and eyes were familiar!

This child was clearly carved out of Qiu Suxin's mold! !

"you……"

He almost couldn't go on after saying a word.

The trembling in the voice seemed to spread throughout the body. Before Jiang Silin confirmed the other party's identity, he already had some vague guesses in his heart.

"Where are you from..."

Guan Zhili did not wait for the other party to finish speaking, and hurriedly answered the question: "Beiming! Zhili followed His Majesty back from Beiming!!"

Jiang Silin was silent for a moment, and as if he was not sure, he repeated, "...Beiming?"

“Yes!” Guan Zhili nodded heavily, his eyes expectant, “His Majesty said that Prince Xin is Zhili’s father, and Zhili saw that they all called you His Royal Highness Prince Xin, so…”

He took a step forward: "Are you the father who is in charge of the ceremony?"

Jiang Silin froze in place.

The gloomy expression disappeared in an instant, and Jiang Silin's face showed a rare look of confusion.

He kept telling himself in his heart that this must be Jiang Yanchuan's trick. The cold-blooded emperor must have noticed his thoughts a long time ago, so he found such a child who was full of his and Qiu Suxin's shadows, trying to distract his attention and break his defenses.

But when he came back to his senses from such thoughts, he found that he had squatted down unconsciously, facing the little guy who suddenly appeared here, and said softly: "Is your name Zhili?"

Not a very nice name.

This name was quite different from the one he had given to his biological son whom he had never met. But the moment he saw the child, he felt that this name was very suitable for the little guy in front of him.

He stretched out his hands involuntarily: "Come to this king."

The light in Guan Zhili's eyes became brighter.

He hesitated for only a moment before he ran towards his father with a determined look and rushed straight into his arms: "Are you really the father who performs the ceremony?!"

Jiang Silin unconsciously rubbed the little guy's head twice: "I--ah!!"