A red apricot is about to cheat on you

The magnificent palace was now filled with a bloody and murderous atmosphere. Many corpses were lying on the ground, and blood was flowing freely on the smooth stone slabs, like a tragic painting of hell.

"Duo'er, are you okay?" Jiang Wange's face was full of worry. He hurried forward to help Yi Duo'er up. There was a little trembling in his voice, which showed his deep concern for his friend.

Yi Duoer shook her head weakly and said with all her might, "I'm fine, don't worry!"

But as soon as she finished speaking, a mouthful of blood gushed out of her mouth uncontrollably. The bright red color was particularly glaring in this gray palace.

Immediately afterwards, her chest felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and severe pain came over her. She subconsciously covered her chest tightly, her face turned extremely pale in an instant, and the pain was beyond words. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her body trembled slightly.

At this chaotic moment, when life and death were at stake, Chu Junhuai walked in with big strides and his head held high. His steady steps seemed to carry a tremendous force, and every step seemed to declare his ambition and determination.

Tuoba Hong followed closely behind him like a loyal shadow, with a faint, expectant smile on his face. That smile seemed to hide an unknown calculation, which made people feel cold.

Yi Duoer looked up, and when her eyes met Tuoba Hong, she blurted out subconsciously:

"Tuoba Hong!" This shout seemed particularly abrupt in this silent and tense atmosphere.

At this moment, the emperor was held hostage by the queen. His once majestic face was now filled with fear and anger. When he saw Chu Junhuai walk in, his eyes were full of disbelief.

His face instantly turned ashen, and he pointed at Chu Junhuai with trembling fingers, cursing at the top of his lungs:

"Rebellious son, how dare you rebel!" The voice echoed between the walls of the palace, full of despair and unwillingness.

Chu Junhuai threw his head back and laughed out loud. The laughter sounded particularly harsh in the empty palace, full of ridicule and arrogance.

After laughing, he suddenly raised his finger and pointed at the emperor. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, as if he could see through everything. His tone was full of contempt and disdain:

"Father, you've been emperor for so many years, isn't it time to abdicate? Just write down the decree of succession, and I won't kill you!"

The emperor was so angry that he was shaking all over. He stared at Chu Junhuai with his eyes wide open, gritting his teeth and saying, "Bah, you ungrateful and rebellious son, forget it!"

"Kill!" Chu Junhuai's face turned cold and he gave orders to the people around him without hesitation.

In an instant, those ferocious soldiers attacked like wolves pouncing on their prey, killing anyone they caught. For a moment, the palace was filled with cries and screams, blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was horrific. After killing several people in a row, Chu Junye finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stepped forward and shouted loudly:

"Chu Junhuai, don't forget that the Qi Dynasty's army will not listen to you. Even if you succeed today, the emperor's uncle will not let you go." His voice was firm and powerful, and it was particularly clear in the chaos, with an unquestionable majesty, like a ray of dawn in the darkness.

However, Chu Junhuai was not moved at all. He stood there quietly, his eyes cold and indifferent, and said calmly:

"Hmph, I have already laid a tight net. There is no way Chu Jingchen can escape today, and there is no way he will come back alive." The confidence and arrogance in his tone made people shudder, as if everything was under his control.

Yi Duo'er watched all this from the side, her heart filled with hatred. Her eyes burned with rage, her teeth chattered, and she wanted to rush forward and kill Chu Junhuai, the traitor. Just as she was about to take action, she was grabbed by several soldiers.

"What did you say? You killed him? I will kill you!" Yi Duoer struggled desperately and shouted at Chu Junhuai. Her voice was full of despair and anger, as if a wounded beast was making its final roar.

Chu Junhuai turned his head and met Yi Duoer's eyes with a sinister look. Seeing her excitement, a sneer of disdain appeared on his face, and he said coldly:

"Hmph, just wait to go to hell with him!"

At this time, Tuoba Hong waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to bring Yi Duoer to his side. Yi Duoer was brought to Tuoba Hong, who looked at her with a devilish smile. There was something strange and unpredictable in that smile:

"We meet again. It turns out you are not the wife of that lowly slave. Your Highness, Prince Huai, this woman is mine. You can do whatever you want with the others."

Chu Junhuai raised his eyebrows and looked at Yi Duoer with a half-smile, thinking to himself: What kind of magic does Yi Duoer have that can make Tuoba Hong care about her so much?

However, after all, Tuoba Hong had put in a lot of effort in this operation. After weighing the pros and cons, he readily agreed: "Okay, then it's up to you."

"Don't move... Be quiet..." The soldier who was escorting Yi Duoer saw that she was still struggling, and threatened her harshly. The knife in his hand was slightly raised, flashing a cold light under the light.

Yi Duoer's heart trembled. She knew that resisting at this moment would only put herself in a more dangerous situation, so she immediately shut up and stopped talking. But her eyes were rolling around, and she was secretly thinking about how to escape from this desperate situation.

Zhu Qingxue stood aside, watching this scene, the fire of jealousy burning in her heart. How could she let go of Yi Duoer, whom she hated so much?

So she walked forward anxiously and questioned Chu Junhuai: "You promised me that you would give me Yi Duoer's life. You can't go back on your word!" Her voice was sharp and urgent, with a determination to not give up until she achieved her goal.

Chu Junhuai rolled his eyes at her impatiently, thinking with disdain in his heart: What a woman with long hair and little knowledge.

He said coldly, "Tuoba Hong has taken a fancy to Yi Duo'er. How can I offend him for you?" After that, he decisively rejected Zhu Qingxue and waved his hand to stop her, with a hint of threat in his eyes:

"If you say one more word, I will kill you, not only will I not be able to make you the Protector of the Nation Princess."

Zhu Qingxue's heart sank when she heard this. She looked at Chu Junhuai's cold eyes and knew he wasn't joking. Helplessly, she could only step aside, her eyes filled with resentment and hatred, but she didn't dare to say another word. Her clenched fists revealed her inner anger and helplessness.

At this moment, Chu Junye saw Zhu Qingxue's reaction and suddenly understood everything. It turned out that she had been colluding with Chu Junhuai for a long time. Thinking of this, the last trace of guilt he felt towards her disappeared, replaced by deep disgust and anger.

Seeing that the emperor had a tough attitude and showed no intention of compromise, Chu Junhuai became furious and killed several more people.

But he found that no matter how many of these insignificant people died, the emperor's determination could not be shaken. So, he raised his sword, strode to Chu Junye, put the sharp blade to Chu Junye's neck, and threatened with a cold look:

"Father, the time left for you is running out. The next one will be your most beloved son."

The cold sword blade pressed against Chu Junye's skin, as if it could take his life at any time. Chu Junhuai's voice was low and eerie, making people shudder in this silent palace.

The emperor watched this scene, breathing heavily with rage. He pointed at Chu Junhuai with a trembling finger and roared:

"He is your own brother. Do you really want to kill him?" The voice was full of pain and despair, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

Chu Junhuai snorted coldly, his face full of jealousy and resentment: "My own brother? He targets me everywhere, and you, father, dote on him so much and even made him the crown prince. I don't accept it, I want him dead!"

The sharp sword blade trembled slightly at Chu Junye's neck, but Chu Junye straightened his body and looked at Chu Junhuai fearlessly, his eyes sinister and firm:

"Your Majesty, I deserve no death. Please do not sign the abdication decree." His voice was high and powerful, echoing in the tense atmosphere. When everyone heard it, they couldn't help but admire his courage and loyalty.

Chu Junhuai sneered, with a hint of disdain flashing in his gloomy eyes: "Okay, since you want to die so much, then I will grant your wish!" After that, his hand moved slightly, and Chu Junye was about to die.

"Third brother..."

"Ye'er..."

Concubine Xian and the others cried out desperately, their voices filled with despair and grief. They tearfully begged Chu Junhuai to let Chu Junye go. Yi Duoer also shouted loudly: "Chu Junhuai, wait a moment!"

This shout seemed to have some magical power, and Chu Junhuai's hand actually stopped.

He himself was stunned, not understanding why he had stopped in such an inexplicable way. Everyone who saw this scene breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had walked through the gates of hell.

Chu Junhuai glanced at Yi Duoer and asked impatiently, "What do you want to say?"

Chu Junye looked at Yi Duoer, his eyes full of worry and concern. He said anxiously: "Duoer, don't worry about me, just live well!"

Yi Duo'er ignored Chu Junye, but stared at Chu Junhuai closely, and said with a firm look:

"If you strike with this blow, there's really no turning back. How will the people of the world view you, a traitor? They won't submit to you. If you withdraw your troops now, the Emperor won't blame you and will just pretend nothing happened. Right, Your Majesty?"

The emperor nodded quickly and replied, "Yes, yes, yes... Huai'er, as long as you turn back, you will still be my eldest son. I will just treat today as a farce!"

Although the cooperation between Yi Duoer and the emperor seemed a bit absurd and ridiculous in this tense situation, it was also a helpless move they came up with to save their lives.

Even if there is little hope, it is better than waiting for death.

The guard standing beside Chu Junhuai felt that Yi Duo'er was too noisy and was very annoyed. He thought to himself, if this woman had not been chosen by Tuoba Hong, he would have killed her with a knife long ago to avoid listening to her chattering.

"Hahahaha...you guys...are you taking me for a fool? Or are you deliberately stalling for time?

"Father, I advise you not to hold out any more hope. The Former Qing Sect and the entire capital are my army. Stop dreaming." Chu Junhuai laughed loudly, his laughter full of sarcasm and arrogance. He seemed to have seen victory waving to him.

"Yeah!"

At this moment, a bone-chilling voice rang out, as if floating out from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying an irresistible majesty. When Chu Junhuai heard this voice, he felt a chill run down his back, and his face instantly turned pale.

Everyone looked outside the palace gate, and saw that a group of soldiers in black armor had appeared on the open space outside the palace. They came like a tide, and they were so dense that it seemed as if a black cloud had covered the earth.

These soldiers all had expressionless faces and cold eyes, and exuded a terrifying aura, as if they were messengers from hell.

Chu Jingchen, dressed in a black robe, walked steadily towards the hall. Each of his steps was steady and powerful, as if stepping on the hearts of the people. Behind him, the front row of soldiers stood in neat rows, fully drawn their bows and arrows, aiming at the rebels.

Those arrows flashing with cold light were like the scythe of the god of death. As long as the rebels dared to act rashly, they would be greeted by thousands of arrows and instantly be submerged in the rain of arrows.

When the rebels saw this scene, they were immediately panicked. The knives in their hands began to tremble, their eyes were filled with fear and panic, and they looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

When Yi Duoer saw who was coming, her eyes lit up instantly, like the brightest stars in the night sky, blooming with a strange brilliance. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, her eyes filled with surprise and relief, and she murmured:

"Seventeen..."