This villain has become a ghost

Thick smoke rose continuously from the fire, swirling in the air and covering the sky and the sun.

The violent explosion resounded through the sky, sharp and piercing, and fragments exploded and attacked in all directions without any rules.

The people were already in shock from the collapse and explosion of Duanheng Mountain in broad daylight, and now they were so frightened that they hid in their houses and dared not come out.

Now no one dared to discuss state affairs.

There are different versions of the folk rumors, but no one has ever said that there would be two such shocking and terrifying explosions in one day.

Fortunately, they were the only ones fighting and no innocent civilians were involved.

Tan Tinghe knelt outside the fire and finally couldn't help crying.

...Song Zhiyi still didn't come out safely.

She couldn't save the person she wanted to save.

Today... Duanheng Mountain was blown up, and the Regent, the Empress Dowager, the Grand Tutor, and Lord Su, the Minister of the Supreme Court... they were all dead.

Really... they are the only ones left.

Everyone in the group was moved and sad, and began to wipe away tears.

Wei Sheng squatted beside Tan Tinghe, his eyes moist, and patted her shoulder to comfort her.

Su Xi, the lawless young master, hugged his own servant and cried even harder, sobbing bitterly and unable to speak.

...After all, neither his brother nor his father came home today.

……

"Ahem...you...you little losers, don't you know how to find someone to put out the fire first? Um...cough cough..."

A strong but coughing voice was heard, accompanied by the neighing of a horse.

Immediately afterwards, there were the sounds of footsteps and horse hooves coming from the ground.

Tan Tinghe's body stiffened.

Everyone turned around to look.

But Song Haotian's face was covered with dust, and he jumped off the horse, holding two men with charred faces, curly hair and tattered clothes on his left and right.

The ministers were not much better, each one more "black and shiny" than the other, and each one more "crispy on the outside and tender on the inside" than the other.

Everyone: "..."

We were speechless, with tears streaming down our faces.

Tears welled up on Tan Tinghe's face.

She pointed at the two objects that looked like "burned people" that Song Haotian was holding on his left and right in disbelief and said:

"These two are..."

One of the "burnt men" spoke, black dust falling from his face. He pointed at the other man and said:

"Never mind, I forgive your rudeness."

"This is our respected Regent, His Royal Highness Prince Xuan."

Nangong Qianshang: “…”

I kind of don't want to talk.

Su Hui seemed to be supporting a similar "burnt person".

Su Xi came forward and poked his cheek.

...hot, soft, and alive.

He asked blankly, "Is this my brother?"

Su Hui: "Although I don't want to admit it, it is true."

Su Shaoran: “…”

Just when he was about to lose his temper, Su Xi rushed over and gave him a tight bear hug, as if he didn't mind that he was covered in dirt.

"Wuwuwuwu... Brother, I thought you guys would never come back, wuwuwu..."

...Since she could remember, Su Xi had never been so close to her brother because of his serious and old-fashioned nature.

Now that he had escaped death, Su Xi no longer cared about his usual respect for his brother.

...especially now when there's nothing to be in awe of.

Song Haotian glared at each of them angrily, helped Shen Yue and Nangong Qianshang aside, and turned around desperately to look for water:

"That's enough!"

“…Hurry up and put out the fire!”

Why do you want him to do this again? Is it ever going to end?

"By the way, where is my Zhiyi? She is so sensible, she must have gone to put out the fire, right?" he chattered on and on.

The white eyeballs of Nangong Qianshang and Shen Yue were particularly prominent on their black faces. They turned to Tan Tinghe with a gurgling sound, as if asking something.

Tan Tinghe choked up and said:

"Marquis Wu'an... Marquis Wu'an..."

Before he could finish his words, a slightly hoarse voice came from the other side.

“…This Marquis…This Marquis…I’m fine!”

Song Zhiyi led his men hurried over.

She was in much better condition than them, but her clothes had turned black and red, her cheeks were stained with black dust, and her hair was slightly curled from the burn.

But... the spear seemed to be broken and turned into a fire stick.

Behind her was a large group of concubines and palace maids. Most of them were in a very miserable state, but at least they had saved their lives.

Tan Tinghe stood there in a daze, staring at her blankly. After a long time, he finally burst into tears and smiled, with tears of surprise glistening in his eyes.

It turns out that everyone is fine.

……Very good.

Song Zhiyi recognized Nangong Qianshang at a glance.

…Then the two of them pointed at each other's peculiar appearance and burst out laughing, almost hurting themselves from trying so hard to hold back their laughter.

As I laughed, my eyes turned red, my throat started to hurt, and I couldn't speak.

...It's great that they are not dead.

God knows how scared they are about today's crazy plan... that a tiny mistake will ruin everyone.

God knows that they have already made up their minds to die.

God knows how scared they are.

Shen Yue quietly walked aside and followed the others to fetch a bucket of water to put out the fire.

Song Haotian couldn't stand it anymore.

He raised the hilt of his sword and knocked each of them on the head. No matter whether they were the Regent or the Marquis of Wu'an, they were just two ignorant brats!

Song Haotian said angrily:

"I haven't settled the score with you yet. Is it fun?"

"Is this the plan you came up with? Bombing Duanheng Mountain and then the Imperial Palace?"

Nangong Qianshang: “…cough.”

Song Zhiyi: "...cough cough."

He crossed his arms, looked at Nangong Qianshang interrogatively, and said:

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Nangong Qianshang smiled awkwardly, his white and neat teeth standing out against his dark face:

"That's it..."

"It's just... I left a way out when I planted the explosives."

This saved my life.

"A way out?"

Nangong Qianshang nodded and reminded:

"When the Imperial Master's tomb was being renovated, fireproof and explosion-proof sand and stones were added, and a tunnel was also built for quick escape."

So then... after going around in circles, we'll end up back where we started.

He had contrived to lure people there.

Song Haotian also restrained his expression at this time, and asked solemnly in a low voice:

"...Then let me ask you again...why did you rescue Ye Zhaoxi as well?"

At that time, the tinderbox fell to the ground, and it was still some distance away from where the gunpowder was buried. The gunpowder would not explode until the fire was fully ignited.

In addition to bringing Shen Yue, Su Shaoran and his own soldiers, Nangong Qianshang also let Shen Yue knock Ye Zhaoxi unconscious.

Song Haotian didn't believe that Nangong Qianshang was just doing it out of temporary kindness.

Nangong Qianshang replied:

"...I can make such preparations to escape. Since Ye Zhaoxi can guess it, it is not ruled out that she will make such preparations as well."

If we let her escape, all our efforts will be wasted.

It would be better to... control her in my own hands.