While the people of Southern Xinjiang were exploring the temple, Xie Ying went straight back to the Golden Throne Hall.
The smell of blood in the hall was obviously much stronger than before, but Xie Ying looked carefully and found that the only injured people were Jiang Shiliang and Gao Taisheng, and no one else was injured.
The reason why the smell of blood was so strong was because the two people were bleeding all the time.
Xie Ying carefully examined the two men's faces and saw that Jiang Shiliang's face was as pale as gold paper. He was breathing out more than breathing in. It was obvious that he was not far from death, but he was barely hanging on.
It seems that he really doesn't want to die, and he has been holding on for so long.
Just as Xie Ying was thinking, she saw Jiang Shiliang reaching out his hand to her with difficulty: "Save...save me..."
She smiled coldly: "As the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang, don't you know that the Temple is harboring filth and using living people to make poison and test medicine?
After I rushed over, Bai Ling took Li Xian'er and escaped from the suspension bridge in the back mountain. She also cut the suspension bridge to prevent them from being caught up.
The temple also kept a large group of poisonous insects and ferocious beasts to deal with corpses and attack and kill intruders.
I almost died in a tiger's mouth, and you, the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang, actually have the nerve to ask me to save you?"
After Xie Ying finished speaking, she threw out another rice bag flower.
"Does this thing look familiar? There are quite a few of them planted in the temple.
Seventeen years ago, the Chen family of the Xia Kingdom attempted to rebel, used poisonous insects to control His Majesty, and used the Xiaoyao Pill extracted from the rice sac flower to cause chaos in the country.
Although the Chen family's conspiracy failed and was eventually destroyed, the origins of the poisonous insect and Xiaoyao Pills were never discovered.
Now it seems that it was the work of the temple.
The temple is right under your nose. As the emperor of Southern Xinjiang, how could they have the courage to do this without your approval? "
"No..." Jiang Shiliang was sweating all over in pain, but he still struggled to argue, "It's not...I...it's...it's Bai Ling...she...she lied to me..."
"You should go and explain these things to the people!"
Xie Ying snorted coldly and turned away.
Song Xingzhou immediately ordered: "Come here! Ask the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang to leave the palace!"
After saying this, he looked at the civil and military officials in the hall and asked, "Do you have any objections?"
Everyone lowered their heads and didn't dare to stop it.
The Princess Fu'an was able to come out of the temple unharmed, so she was obviously not an ordinary person.
The Song Xingzhou in front of him is here to seek revenge on Jiang Shiliang and Hao Taisheng!
If they dared to stop them, wouldn't they be buried with Jiang Shiliang and Gao Taisheng?
The ministers lowered their heads and remained silent. Even those who were loyal to the royal family of Southern Xinjiang were unwilling to help Jiang Shiliang when they saw Song Xingzhou's face that looked very much like Jiang Shixian.
Jiang Shiliang and Gao Taisheng deserved to die. Neither they, the families behind them, nor the entire southern Xinjiang can afford to be buried with such people.
So, Song Xingzhou ordered the palace servants to help Jiang Shiliang and Gao Taisheng out of the palace.
No one dared to resist.
Two palace servants gritted their teeth and grabbed Jiang Shiliang's arms, helping him down from the dragon throne.
Two other palace servants grabbed Gao Taisheng's arms, one on the left and one on the right, trying to help him up.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they touched Gao Taisheng's arm, he pushed them away violently. At the same time, Jiang Shiliang, who was forcibly helped off the throne by the palace servants, roared in grief and anger: "No - I'm not going anywhere... I... I am the emperor of Southern Xinjiang... Even if I die... I will die... Die on the throne..."
As he spoke, he struggled to return to the dragon throne.
Song Xingzhou looked over with cold eyes. The two palace servants who were supporting him immediately felt cold all over and instinctively pushed Jiang Shiliang to the ground.
"what--"
Jiang Shiliang fell to the ground in a mess, unable to help but scream, and stretched out his arms to climb back to the throne.
Unfortunately, his injuries were too severe. He had only crawled less than a foot before blood gushed out from under him.
He stretched out his arms as hard as he could, but his bloody fingers could not touch the golden dragon throne.
"No—I…I am unwilling…to live…long…puff—"
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and took his last breath in despair and unwillingness.
Scarlet blood splattered on the golden dragon's head. The already ferocious dragon's head seemed bloodthirsty, which made people even more frightened and dared not even breathe.
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