This villain has become a ghost

The rocks of Duanheng Mountain are exposed. In front of the tomb, dust billows and the wind rustles. The chirping of cicadas echoes through the valley. Occasionally, a solitary bird flies by, its mournful cry wailing, as if mourning for the deceased.

In the afternoon, the sun was scorching.

The surrounding mountains are rugged and overgrown with weeds. Occasionally, a few wild flowers bloom tenaciously, but they look pale and weak.

The grass stems swayed, making a rustling sound, as if someone was getting closer and closer.

The curve of Ye Zhaoxi's lips became bigger and bigger.

...coming.

At this moment, shouts and screams were suddenly heard all around, and countless black shadows emerged from the mountains and forests.

"Protect the Queen Mother! Protect the Regent!" Song Haotian drew his sword and shouted in shock.

Suddenly, the scene was in chaos, swords clashed, and blood splattered everywhere.

Civil and military officials were panicked and miserable, and were surrounded by the Song army.

Nangong Qianshang paused for a few seconds, then suddenly drew his sword... and protected Ye Zhaoxi.

He said, "Who are you, thief, to dare to act so presumptuously here?"

Ye Zhaoxi: “?”

What are you doing?

Are you okay?

Song Haotian led the Song family army to quickly form a defense line and fought with the attackers.

The leading assassin was dressed in black clothes and robes, and was fierce in killing. All the killers had a strong fragrance on their bodies.

"All troops, listen up... Cover your mouths and noses!"

Song Haotian seemed to have anticipated this and gave orders to his soldiers before the close combat, setting up a defensive line far away from the killers. The archers nocked their arrows and shot.

Ye Zhaoxi frowned slightly.

Was she really too impatient?

When Jiang Wenjin was killed with "Bu Xu Gui", the body must have left clues. With the same method... they will definitely be on guard.

However, this poison does not cause any pain or itching according to the amount they are absorbing now.

The style of the valley is particularly great.

The poison dissipated quickly.

The materials needed for "No Need to Return" are rare and time is tight. Ye Zhaoxi made too few, so she gave them all to her confidants, hoping to kill Song Haotian or Song Zhiyi.

Still miscalculated.

But...it doesn't matter.

There was indifference in the depths of Ye Zhaoxi's eyes.

...These killers were originally abandoned pawns.

The leading assassin was hit by an arrow.

Before he fell to the ground, he extended a helping hand towards Nangong Qianshang:

"Your Highness... Your Highness, save me!"

All the frightened civil and military officials turned their eyes to Nangong Qianshang.

Nangong Qianshang: “…”

Who are you?

There is no sense of distance at all.

Shen Yue: "..."

What a clumsy play.

Among the officials, there were quite a few of Ye Zhaoxi's followers. Seeing the situation, they began to secretly lead the pace.

Someone whispered:

"It seems... these assassins were really sent by His Royal Highness Prince Xuan."

"Yes... maybe it's really His Royal Highness Prince Xuan who wants to seize power and usurp the throne..."

"Do you think the Imperial Master will also..."

However, Nangong Qianshang then raised his head, his peach blossom eyes suddenly filled with tears, and he said in surprise:

"How could this king not know... that this king would actually do such a thing..."

"...Let his own soldiers kill his own secret guards..."

"Am I really so stupid?"

He turned his head to look at Ye Zhaoxi standing next to him, squeezed out a few more crocodile tears, and recited the lines shamefully:

"What about the Queen Mother? Doesn't the Queen Mother believe me either?"

"Mother, please say something..."

Ye Zhaoxi: “…”

If you are trying to hold back your vomiting, don't cue me.

Ministers: "..."

Even Ye Zhaoxi's followers were shocked, their expressions were indescribable.

Is the person in front of me really His Royal Highness King Xuan?

If you want to talk, just talk properly. What's the point of crying?

Facing a woman younger than you, you have no psychological burden and are justified in calling her "mother" with tears in your eyes...

Shen Yue frantically suppressed the corners of his mouth that were raised.

The scripts he wrote are just exciting.

This level... must be far superior to other writers of storybooks in Dongdu.

As the protagonist, Nangong Qianshang had already reached his limit.

Facts have proved that as long as the operation is clever enough, people who are full of murderous intentions and calculations can be confused for a while.

Ye Zhaoxi reacted quickly and said with a touching look on his face:

"Just now... it was King Xuan who stood in front of me to protect me."

"...Even if he doesn't know any martial arts, he will still resolutely protect me."

"I believe that someone must be trying to frame King Xuan."

Ministers: "..."

They were not stupid. Looking at this hypocritical scene, they suddenly realized what was happening.

...These two people have really become enemies. No matter who takes the first step, the end result is to kill the other.

Now I'm just acting.

If you believe it, you will take it seriously.

"It's just that..." Ye Zhaoxi asked with concern, "...today, the Imperial Master's funeral was held, and the Regent and I came to Duanheng Mountain to express our condolences. But it seems to me that several of my beloved ministers are missing."

"Could it be that Marquis Wu'an was unwell and therefore unable to attend the Imperial Master's funeral?"

But at this funeral, Nangong Qianshang personally raised the etiquette for the burial of the national teacher, and it was almost the same as a national funeral.

If you don't come, it will be a crime of disrespect.

Song Haotian had just finished killing someone, and upon hearing this, he saluted and said:

"I had a close friendship with the Imperial Master during his lifetime. Since his passing, I have been unable to sleep at night, overwhelmed with worry, and have become increasingly ill. Therefore, I cannot come. I hope the Empress Dowager will forgive me!"

Ministers: "..."

If it were any other girl from an aristocratic family, this statement might be somewhat believable, but your Song Zhiyi is the Marquis of Wu'an, who has fought in the battlefield and is as strong as an ox. How could she become ill due to excessive worry?

Ye Zhaoxi nodded slightly:

"Forgive me?"

"I cannot bear this. The relationship between the Regent and Marquis Wu'an is well known to everyone. Marquis Wu'an... is simply unwell. What crime has he committed?"

Song Haotian pretended not to hear the ulterior motive in her words, and said seriously:

"The Queen Mother is truly kind and merciful."

"..."

Just as the two men finished their hypocritical conversation, a voice suddenly rang out from among the ministers who had been silent for a long time, exclaiming:

"what!"

"Your Highness, Regent! I just felt something was amiss and have carefully examined it. Look at this clothing...it seems to be a special uniform made for the Wu'an Camp!"

The ministers were shocked and began to talk again, the noisy voices hitting people's heads.

Marquis of Wu'an?

And the Marquis of Wu'an didn't arrive today. Is this really a coincidence... or is this matter related to her?

Song Haotian frowned and pulled off the outer robe of one of the corpses. Inside was indeed the special tights made by Wu'an Camp.

But this kind of clothing can obviously be imitated, which doesn't mean anything.

The key lies in how the ministers think.

Anyone with a discerning eye can actually see that it is Nangong Qianshang and Ye Zhaoxi who are fighting now. What is true and what is false... is actually not that important.

However, we must not let them all stand on Ye Zhaoxi's side, otherwise... the entire court will be destroyed.