The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Amidst the flash of cold light, the two men looked into each other's eyes.

The man in black's pupils trembled violently.

Jiang Wantang looked at him straight, with a deep dark color between his eyebrows and eyes, and there seemed to be a deep whirlpool in the bottom of his eyes.

Then, the candlelight inside and outside the hall lit up instantly...

The originally dark and silent Taiji Palace suddenly became as bright as day.

At this time, Ji Wuyuan, who was originally "seriously ill" on the dragon bed, also sat up.

A pair of deep and sharp phoenix eyes swept coldly towards the black-clothed man who was assassinating in the hall, and a fierce and terrifying aura of oppression instantly came over him.

He doesn't look sick at all.

The flickering candlelight in the hall illuminated the astonished face of the man in black clearly.

The man in black stumbled back two steps, and before he could react, a panicked roar suddenly came from outside the hall...

"We've fallen into a trap! Retreat!"

There was a sound of orderly footsteps outside the hall, and dozens of golden-armored guards entered with spears in hand.

The old man with white hair and beard no longer cared about disguising himself. He took off the wig and mask that were in the way, revealing a cold and fierce face.

It was none other than Nangong Lie, the former leader of the Nangong clan.

He ran out of Taiji Palace with a group of men in black.

Before leaving, he glanced in the direction of the emperor's bedroom, gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and finally retreated without looking back.

Meanwhile, inside the bedroom, Ji Wuyuan sat upright on the couch, looking at the stunned masked man in black with a half-smile, his tone laden with sarcasm:

"Jiang Huaizhou, how are you?"

"That day you faked your own death and escaped from prison, but you caused me so much harm..."

After saying that, Ji Wuyuan stood up slowly and walked to the side behind Jiang Wantang. The candlelight cast a swaying shadow between his deep eyebrows and eyes. The smile at the corner of his lips became more profound, but it made people feel cold all over.

Jiang Huaizhou looked at him coldly and sneered: "What a pity, you are still alive and well..."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pulled off the black mask on his face, revealing a face with eyebrows and eyes that were somewhat similar to Jiang Wantang.

Jiang Wantang looked at Jiang Huaizhou, who had died tragically in front of him that day, but now stood in front of him alive. His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and strong and dark emotions surged in his eyes.

Jiang Huaizhou also looked at her, his eyes as deep as a pool, hiding complex emotions that were difficult to understand.

Jiang Wantang's red lips trembled slightly, and her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Brother..."

Jiang Huaizhou froze.

"Tang'er..." He called her name softly, looking at her deeply with a trace of pain in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry..."

"It's my brother...I'm sorry!"

If there is one person Jiang Huaizhou feels sorry for in his life, it is his pitiful sister, Jiang Wantang.

It would be a lie to say that I don’t feel sad, guilty, or regretful.

But at that time, he was blinded by hatred and thought he could keep it a secret from her forever and protect her from worries.

Unfortunately......

There is no medicine for regret in this world.

The sound of fighting outside the palace continued to be heard...

Ji Wuyuan couldn't stand the way he looked at Jiang Wantang. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and a terrifying pressure emanated from his body: "Jiang Huaizhou, just do it, and stop talking nonsense!"

"Let's capture him without mercy."

Jiang Huaizhou collected his thoughts and when he looked at Ji Wuyuan, his eyes instantly turned cold and gloomy: "Don't even think about it!"

"Ji Wuyuan, do it!"

"Today either you die or I die!"

After saying that, Jiang Huaizhou raised the long sword in his hand again and pointed it directly at Ji Wuyuan. The sword light was sharp and murderous.

At the same time, Jiang Wantang also raised the sword in his hand and blocked Ji Wuyuan.

She looked at Jiang Huaizhou calmly and said in a cold voice, "Want to kill him? You have to get past me first."

Jiang Huaizhou tightened his grip on the sword, causing the blade to tremble.

......

At that time, Nangong Lie and a group of men in black finally ran out of the Taiji Palace while being surrounded. He just breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked forward, his pupils suddenly widened.

Nangong Lie suddenly stopped, and the man in black behind him also stopped quickly.

He squinted his eyes and with the help of the dim palace lanterns in the distance, he finally made out the scene hidden in the night.

Xie Zhiyan was seen standing on the steps in a purple robe, with a pattern of auspicious clouds embroidered in gold on the hem of his robe, emitting a cold and clear glow in the night.

He was tall and straight, with a cold and handsome face hidden in the shadows, except for a pair of obsidian eyes, which were cold and intimidating.

Behind Xie Zhiyan was a dark mass of imperial guards that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Iron armor, long spears like a forest, densely packed...

The entire area in front of the Taiji Palace was surrounded by crowds of people, and not even a fly could fly through.

Nangong Lie's Adam's apple rolled and cold sweat oozed out of his hand holding the knife.

He should have expected that Ji Wuyuan, this madman, was so cunning, how could he be so easily...

But right now, there's no point in saying anything.

Today, they are afraid that they will not be able to escape...

The former members of the Nangong family who followed behind Nangong Lie looked around and saw that they were surrounded by imperial guards. Their faces under the veils were already pale.

Xie Zhiyan's eyes swept across the crowd coldly, finally landing on Nangong Lie, who was in the lead, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

After that, he raised his hand and said slowly: "Take it!"

"Catch him alive."

Xie Zhiyan's voice was filled with a biting chill, and was particularly clear in the cold wind.

With his order, the imperial guards surged forward like a black tide.

Nangong Lie's face was gloomy and he gritted his teeth and said, "Xie Zhiyan, you and that dog tyrant really put on a big show!"

"come!"

As he said that, he rushed out first.

"Kill!"

Nangong Lie roared, and the long sword in his hand cut through the biting cold wind, and the sharp blade went straight to Xie Zhiyan's face.

A group of men in black followed closely behind, their eyes bloodshot, looking ready to fight to the death.

Xie Zhiyan stood there, motionless, looking at them with cold and disdainful eyes.

Nangong Lie and his group of men in black had only taken two steps when they were surrounded by layers of imperial guards, and they couldn't even touch the corner of Xie Zhiyan's robe.

When a group of people were fighting fiercely, two figures leaped out from the sky above Taiji Palace, one black and one red.

"clang--!"

"clang--!"

"clang--!"

"..."

The two long swords kept fighting in the air, back and forth, splashing out a series of dazzling sparks.

It was Jiang Huaizhou and Jiang Wantang.

Xie Zhiyan raised his eyes to the sky, looking at the brother and sister who were finally pointing their swords at each other. He didn't know what he was thinking, and his deep eyes were floating and sinking, making it unclear.

Ji Wuyuan also walked out of the Taiji Palace, looking at the two people fighting in the air, a dark color gradually surged in his eyes...

In mid-air, Jiang Wantang held a long sword in her hand, her crimson dress fluttering in the air. Her sword moves were as sharp as lightning, and each sword move was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air.

Jiang Huaizhou was not willing to be outdone. He responded with all his strength in every move, but he always avoided Jiang Wantang's vital points.

Even though he knew in his heart that he couldn't hurt her even if he didn't avoid her.

But for some things, you should be prepared for the worst...