Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

Bei Gong Yu Yan could no longer speak; tears streamed down her face as she breathed her last, unwilling to accept her fate.

Do not look down.

"New Master, spare us! New Master, spare us! We were also harmed by the Third Prince. If you need us, we'll take care of him for you..."

A group of officers and soldiers frantically kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"you……"

Yan Beichen's legs trembled, and his face was deathly pale.

His trusted men had all perished in the battle outside the city, and the remaining misfits had absolutely no loyalty to the emperor!

Having killed the person he most wanted to kill, Xinyue Rong was too lazy to bother with these people anymore.

His expression was cold and disgusted.

"Do you think I, the master of this manor, enjoy killing so much? You're disgusting! Get out!!!"

The group scattered in a panic, completely disappearing in an instant.

"Aunt, Aunt, please let me go. I really didn't know what my mother did. If you let me go, I will stay far away from you and never appear in front of you again."

Seeing the slight fatigue between Xin Yuerong's brows, Xin Xuefu tightened her grip on her knife. "Mother, you rest, let me do it."

"Cousin, cousin, please forgive me, we're family..."

"We're not family. Your surname is Yan, so you have to make way for the new monarch!"

Xin Xuefu kicked him into the pit she had dug.

Yan Beichen tried to climb up, but his hand was stabbed and bled.

He finally stopped pretending.

"Xin Yue Rong! You vile woman! Your mother should have killed you long ago! And you, Xin Xue Fu! You short-lived devil, you should have died in that pit!"

Xin Xuefu stood at the top of the pit, her gentle face bearing an innocent smile.

"What goes around comes around. Shout, the louder the better."

"Madwoman, madwoman, you and your daughter are both madwoman!"

"Yeah, he's a madman."

A hidden arrow struck Yan Beichen's leg, causing him to kneel on the ground.

Soon, the soil covered his chest, then his head, and finally, there was no more sound.

"You won't be so lucky to be saved. I'll be watching you from here until you're completely dead!"

"drive--"

From afar, in the direction where the soldiers disappeared, a person rode up at breakneck speed.

His men immediately became alert.

Xin Xuefu shuddered inexplicably, feeling that the man's domineering demeanor was somewhat familiar.

"This person has such a strong presence!" Xin Yue Rong said, squinting.

Then he ordered: "Withdraw!"

"Aunt Xin, please wait!" the man shouted from afar.

Ok?

Who is this?

“Mother, he is Yan Hu’s son, Yan Meng.” Xin Xuefu’s voice was tight as she pursed her lips.

How did you end up here?

What does he want to do?

As they were talking, Yan Meng arrived in front of them, dismounted, and glanced at Xin Xuefu's face before turning to Xin Yuerong.

"Aunt Xin, I am..."

"Looking for a girl!!!" Crescent Moon was unusually excited.

His men were all stunned.

Xinghui reminded him, "Master, he is the Great General of the Western Expeditionary Flying Cavalry, the Lion King!"

"Hey, that's right, Zhao Mei'er has really made something of herself!"

"Great, that's great! Thick eyebrows and big eyes, just like when you were a kid!" Xinyue Rong looked at him like he was her own son, and even reached out and patted his shoulder hard.

sturdy!

Yan Meng hated this name with a passion!

But when I saw Shin-Shu-Fu looking down and secretly suppressing a laugh, well, I didn't hate her as much anymore.

She rarely smiles, so it's worth it to make her smile.

There was no time for reminiscing now; he quickly asked, "Aunt Xin, where is the Third Prince?"

Shin-Snowflake's lips curled into a smile.

Crescent Moon pointed to the mound of earth.

"Dig it out quickly!"

As Yan Meng spoke, he picked up the shovel beside him and began to dig.

"You want to save him?" Shin Xuefu asked in a stiff voice.

“It’s not about saving me, it’s that the Lord sent me here to ask him something.”

Upon hearing that it was a serious matter, Xinyue Rong immediately directed people to help.

But, after such a long time, that useless thing wouldn't be able to hold its breath, it must have died long ago, right?

By the time they dug it out, Yan Beichen had already stopped moving.

Yan Meng slapped him hard on the back, and a lot of dirt fell from his face and nose.

"hiss--"

He opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes.

"Help...help, they've come to help..."

"Yes, yes, I'm here to save you. I'm asking you, after fighting with the Crown Prince for so long, have you noticed anything strange about him?"

"You, you are..."

"I'm here to save you! Tell me and I'll save you! Tell me now!" Yan Meng roared.

“Kill them…”

Yan Beichen had been underground for a while, but his mind was still clear. He pointed at Xinyue Rong and her daughter, his face contorted.

"Forget it, let's not ask anymore, let's just bury it again!" Yan Meng stood up.

"I said, I said..."

Yan Beichen grabbed Yan Meng's trouser leg: "The emperor in the palace is a fake! I killed a fake one!"

Everyone was startled.

"Are there any strange people around the Crown Prince?" Yan Meng asked immediately.

Strange person... strange person...

Yes, of course!

Everything is strange, even the Crown Prince is strange!

"Beside him... roar... roar..."

Yan Beichen suddenly widened his eyes, clutched his chest, and made a "whoosh" sound like a broken bellows.

Yan Meng delivered another powerful blow to his back.

This time it didn't work; Yan Beichen's face turned a deep purplish-red.

After investigating, Yan Meng finally discovered that Yan Beichen had inhaled all the sand into his lungs.

Hey!

Short-lived!

"Bury it again!"

Xinghui immediately kicked the person back inside.

They thought they had a chance to survive, but in reality, they saw the sun one last time.

Yan Beichen stared wide-eyed, just like his mother, dying with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Zhao Mei'er, oh no, you should call me General Yan." Xin Yue Rong really liked Yan Meng's straightforwardness.

"Aunt Xin, please don't be so polite. You and my mother are like sisters. Just call me Xiao Meng." Yan Meng said very respectfully.

"Okay, Xiaomeng, tell your aunt what happened?"

“Aunt Xin, His Majesty suspects that there are Northern Mongols around the Crown Prince. Now we need to investigate how many foreign tribes have infiltrated the capital and where they are hiding.”

It turned out to be the case.

"I do have someone here; she might know something."

"who?"

"One of the Crown Prince's concubines. Oh, it's fake. She really got rid of him. She took the place of a concubine. The person who supplied her with the human skin mask was my person, that woman. I don't know where she came from. She said she wanted to avenge her beloved."

She tries to leave the palace once a month to change her mask. I'll ask her about it next time she comes out.

"Thank you, Aunt Xin."

"Don't mention it, we're all serving our lord," Xinyue Rong said with a smile.

"It's not far from Crescent Moon Manor. If Xiao Meng isn't in a hurry, let's go grab a bite to eat and have a chat."

Yan Meng said respectfully, "I dare not refuse an invitation from an elder. We still have time for a meal."

Xinyue Rong nodded happily.

Xin Xuefu helped her into the sedan chair, while Yan Meng lent a hand on the other side.

The crescent moon melting is even more delightful.

Along the way, Yan Meng rode his horse slowly alongside the sedan chair, dressed in a smart outfit, looking dashing and elegant.

He truly is a fine young man.

"Xiao Meng should be twenty-seven this year, right? Has he never gotten married or... died of his wife?"