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Bei Zhenming's eyebrows furrowed into a shape of a "川" as he listened to Luo Yao's words.

No one had ever dared to look at him like that, let alone say such outrageous words.

It seems that Princess Yong'an is ready to die.

Bei Zhenming's temperament changed completely.

Luo Yao continued his death speech as if he was unaware of the danger.

"However, before I meet His Majesty today, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Your Majesty to take my life."

Bei Zhenming stared at the Grand Prince Luo Yao.

"I have pondered this for a long time, and I'm afraid the only thing I have on me is the fish-patterned token bestowed by the founding emperor, which is worth the emperor's fuss."

"Your Majesty wants my Luo family's heirloom, why don't you just say so?"

The emperor wanted someone else's heirloom? The guards in the two rows beside him looked at each other in confusion, and the emperor's face turned pale and red.

"Your Majesty is so sincere. Not only has he detained my husband, but he has also detained my Aunt Wei. With such sincerity, I dare not disobey..."

Zhu Shengyuan, who was beside the emperor, bit his lips tightly. He couldn't bear it any longer and staggered down the hall, wanting to sew up Luo Yao's stinky mouth with a needle.

Bei Zhenming slammed the table and Zhu Shengyuan stopped.

"I didn't expect you to be not only smart but also eloquent. This is beyond my expectation."

Words are the impotent clamor of the weak; the strong have always spoken very little. Bei Zhenming's face returned to its cold expression.

As an emperor, there are so many people he wants to kill. Although there are not many people like Luo Yao who make harsh remarks in front of the palace, there are some.

Those people are equally good at talking, but the emperor is supreme under his feet, so what use are their good words?

If you make too much noise, I'll cut off your tongue. It's that simple.

A little torture can trample those people's pathetic self-esteem underfoot, which is more satisfying than having no dignity at the beginning, holding their heads high and then being easily trampled back into the dirt.

Bei Zhenting leaned back lazily on the dragon throne, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrests, and listened with some boredom to the people in the audience who continued their outrageous speeches.

After listening for a while, Bei Zhenming narrowed his eyes. Although the king spoke little, it did not mean that he would allow the weak to shout in front of him.

He suddenly became very curious about what kind of expression would appear on Luo Yao's handsome face if he trampled on Luo Yao's dignity.

Bei Zhenming's gaze shifted to Luo Yao's face.

However, seeing the expression on Luo Yao's face, Bei Zhenming stopped tapping his fingers.

The expression on Luo Yao's face was not what he wanted to see.

Because there was no anger on Luo Yao's face.

That was a very annoying expression.

Bei Zhenming was a little annoyed.

"You said it would be difficult for me to kill you. I'm curious about how difficult it is."

Bei Zhenming gave a cold look to the imperial guards standing on both sides, and the imperial guards were eager to come forward and capture Luo Yao with spears in hand.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the hall. A young eunuch hurried into the throne room. Before he could say anything, a spear flew over and pierced the eunuch's chest.

Bei Zhenting appeared at the door, covered in blood, holding a big knife.

Seeing this, the imperial guards in the hall rushed forward. Bei Zhenting spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, dragged his big knife, and staggered into the Golden Palace towards the imperial guards holding spears, walking towards Luo Yao step by step.

The chaotic people in front of them became transparent. The two looked at each other through the red armored guards, and the chaotic sounds around them were stopped.

Yao Yao.

Bei Zhenting's pale lips moved.

long time no see.

Luo Yao's eyes were hot, and he turned around and shouted, "Don't move!"

The imperial guards came to their senses and saw Luo Yao pointing a wooden lump at the emperor.

Bei Zhenming was so angry that he slammed the table and stood up, shouting angrily: "Catch them for me..."

Before Bei Zhenming could finish his words, there was a loud "bang" and under the gaze of everyone, the emperor's hair by his ears fluttered down.

The bullet penetrated a decorative wooden screen inlaid with gold behind the dragon throne, directly piercing the gold screen and breaking it into several pieces.

"Protect the emperor, protect the emperor!" Zhu Shengyuan shouted.

The imperial guards were frightened and quickly retreated, protecting the emperor behind them.

With no one to stop him, Bei Zhenting staggered into the Golden Palace. Luo Yao quickly ran over and hugged him.

"Didn't you take your medicine?!" Luo Yao almost cried.

"The medicine... was... taken away..." Bei Zhenting's voice was very low.

Luo Yao quickly put the gun aside, took out the medicine bottle from his arms, poured out a pill with trembling hands and fed it to Bei Zhenting.

The imperial guards received a hint from Zhu Shengyuan and wanted to quietly take away the wooden lump that Luo Yao had placed on the ground.

Luo Yao was like a frightened little animal. The moment the imperial guard reached out his hand, he quickly picked up the gun. With a "bang" of the gunshot, the imperial guard was so scared that he almost wet his pants.

Luo Yao's aim was not good and he didn't penetrate the imperial guard's hand, but only scratched the skin.

But it was painful enough. The imperial guards screamed and covered their hands, looking at Luo Yao as if he were a monster.

Luo Yao protected Bei Zhenting behind him, turned his head and bared his teeth at a group of imperial guards in red armor and Bei Zhenming who was protected behind them.

Two gunshots rang out, and the imperial guards stationed in various places were all drawn over. When Luo Yao came to his senses, he and Bei Zhenting had been surrounded.

"Qin Xi, what's wrong with you? I gave you the antidote, but you were weak, so I let you rest in the side hall. Why... you are my brother, how could I harm you?" Bei Zhenming calmed down and felt a little worried when he saw Bei Zhenting's look.

Bei Zhenting didn't say anything, and he couldn't speak. He just stared at Bei Zhenming.

Seeing the defensive look in Bei Zhenting's eyes and thinking of the medicine Luo Yao had just fed Bei Zhenting, Bei Zhenming's face fell, "You think I poisoned the antidote? So you didn't even take the medicine I gave you?!"

Bei Zhenming laughed like a madman, but stopped laughing after two laughs, and his face turned cold as if he had changed it.

"It seems that we brothers have no trust in each other from now on. In this case, I will not let you stay!" Bei Zhenming turned his head away, "Capture you!"

Gunshots rang out again, and there was chaos. The imperial guards were stunned. Bei Zhenming turned around and saw a young man standing with his back to him. He opened his arms to block the imperial guards who wanted to hurt Luo Yao. Blood flowed down the man's arms.

Seeing this scene, Bei Zhenming was stunned for a moment and wanted to say, "You are finally willing to come back", but anger surged in his heart first.

"Xiao Bi, you want to protect him too, right?" Bei Zhenming yelled.

The man didn't say anything and didn't even look back at him.

"Okay..." Bei Zhenming lost his balance, covering his face in agony, and growled, "You two are betraying me, okay... okay... okay."

The Golden Palace was completely silent, with only the emperor's heavy breathing as the sound could be heard.

No one had ever seen the emperor so angry, and everyone's hearts were in their throats.

"roll!"

The roar was like thunder, and Luo Yao was startled.

"Get out of here! If you appear before me again, I will kill you all!"

The emperor ordered them to get out. The imperial guards in the hall put away their spears, lowered their heads and dared not breathe.

The emperor left the scene unsteadily, and Luo Yao stood up. "Servants with fish patterns, listen to my orders."

Li Xianhe and the young man knelt on one knee.

"The ancestor emperor has granted you freedom from the constraints of the Great Cheng Law, allowing you to judge right and wrong in the world. Today, this young master will destroy the last piece of the fish pattern order and return your freedom. From this day forward, the masters of the fish pattern are the people of the world. I only hope that you can carry on the aspirations of your ancestors and walk in the world, distinguishing right from wrong, distinguishing good from evil, and slaying the wicked. Establish your hearts for heaven and earth, and your destiny for the people..."

Luo Yao's voice faded away, followed by a slight sound. The fish-patterned order was cut into two pieces and fell on the golden bricks of the Golden Palace with a crisp sound.

"Let's go home." Luo Yao helped Bei Zhenting up.

Li Xian came to his senses and lent a hand to help Bei Zhenting get up.

Luo Yao held Bei Zhenting and did not let Li Xian carry him back. Instead, he said "thank you".

Li Xian was confused.

He seemed to have been abandoned by the young master.

Luo Yao turned around and looked at the strange boy whose arm was shot by him.

"Are you okay? The bullet is stuck in your arm. It's a bit troublesome to deal with. There's a genius doctor in the palace who can help you remove it. If you want, you can come with me."

The emperor left in anger. Luo Yao was holding a gun in his hand. The imperial guards saw the power of the gun and gave way.

After several people left the Golden Palace, a man in a blue and white astrology robe came up to them.

Bei Zhenting raised his eyes and looked at the person who came and nodded at him.

The man bowed slightly and handed a letter to Bei Zhenting. "The Imperial Preceptor has just come out of seclusion and asked me to give this letter to Your Highness. The Imperial Preceptor has explained all the troubles Your Highness is facing in this letter."

"Thank you, young Imperial Master." Bei Zhenting was so weak that his voice was almost inaudible.

"Your Highness, take care." said the young imperial preceptor.

"Thank you." Bei Zhenting nodded and put the letter in his arms.

Luo Yao was confused and wanted to ask who the young imperial master was and what Bei Zhenting had asked the Imperial Master. But before he could open his mouth, Bei Zhenting started coughing heart-wrenchingly. Luo Yao didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly supported Bei Zhenting.

Li Xian followed and also supported Bei Zhenting.

Luo Yao didn't say anything.

The young man followed them, and the four of them left the palace.