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"To put it simply, they are the enemies of the emperor," Ilya said, "those princes and princesses who failed to seize power."

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of Yan's forehead, and he remembered what Usman had said that he had many brothers and sisters vying for the throne with him, and all the methods were extremely vicious, completely disregarding the friendship of compatriots.

Their father and king also stepped on the corpses of their compatriots to rise to power in such a struggle.

"Yan, it's a good thing you weren't born in the palace of Xiliang." Ilya sighed suddenly, "Otherwise I wouldn't have met you."

Yan smiled and said nothing, but his heart was full of mixed feelings.

As a prince, it's not that Yan has never felt the temptation of imperial power, it's just that he loves his elder brother more.

He would rather commit suicide than hurt his brother at all.

So Yan couldn't help thinking, what was going through Usman's mind when he beheaded and imprisoned his brothers and sisters?

Are you happy?happy?Or regret and sadness?

People's hearts are made of flesh.Yan felt that no matter how cold-blooded and ruthless Usman was, he would not be indifferent to the blood of his relatives.

Yan thought about Usman, and fell asleep unconsciously against the earthen wall.

He dreamed of Brother Huang again, but this time in the dream there were the pair of twin brothers who were always making trouble. Everyone was skating and playing snowball fights on the extremely frozen lake, having a great time.

I don't know who pushed Yan from behind, Yan slipped and fell, and the whole body was lying on the ice, unable to get up.

Suddenly, a pale hand stretched out from the dark bottom of the lake, and "slapped" against the bottom of the ice, almost shattering the ice.

Yan was startled, and stared at that "hand" unconsciously. His slender and well-articulated fingers pressed tightly on the ice, printing extremely clear palm prints. Yan was inexplicably flustered. When he raised his head and wanted to call someone At that moment, the hand let go of the ice layer and sank down.

Yan finally saw who the owner of that hand was, his silver hair fluttered in the water, and his own face was reflected in his eyes, slowly disappearing at the bottom of the dark lake...

"Usman!" Yan woke up with a start. It was still dark, and he was shivering from the cold.

"He disturbed a good dream." Yan frowned, turned over and closed his eyes, but he didn't feel sleepy anymore.

The path to the dark dungeon is almost vertical.

If your feet are not stable, you will fall straight to the bottom.

Usman held a lamp in one hand and was dressed in white. He walked on the damp and steep stone steps of this dungeon, but he walked on the ground.

There is a road, a prison, but there are a hundred guards in full armor.

Usman finally came to the cell. He had been infiltrated by groundwater for many years, and the narrow cell made of marble was full of the smell of moss.

There is no door in this prison, dense water droplets hang on the cold door frame, when the wind blows, it falls like rain, knocking out countless small holes on the threshold.

This dungeon is the same age as Xiliang Kingdom, and it has imprisoned countless people who have not seen the light for thousands of years.

Usman didn't go into the prison, but stood at the door, looking inside with a pair of lake-like green eyes. In this darkest corner, there was a figure darker than the night.

He is as tall as Usman, with the characteristics of Xiliang people.

"Don't hide, you know I'm coming." Usman said, his tone was lukewarm.

"I didn't hide," Sombra replied, "I just didn't expect you to come."

"This king is passing by here, and I'll come to see you."

"Passing by?" Heiying laughed softly, "Is it really that simple?"

"Humph."

"Usman, don't always be so willful, and don't always think too badly of the world." Hei Ying advised.

"Thinking too bad?" Usman suddenly smiled, "Without my mother's greed for royal power, I would not have been born. For me, human nature is inherently evil."

"So you lured him to Xiliang?" Heiying suddenly changed the subject and sighed, "You are not from the same place."

Usman narrowed his green eyes slightly, very displeased.

"Usman, you know he's not suitable for you, why do you still want to attack him?" The black shadow moved, like a ball of will-o'-the-wisp in the tomb-like dungeon.

"Why, heh." Usman said coldly, "I was born against the sky, and the things in the world are to me—nothing is impossible, and no one is inappropriate."

"Usman!" The black shadow almost jumped out and yelled, "I advise you to let him go! You have to think about it, what are you doing now?"

Hearing this, Usman turned around and walked away angrily, but he stopped again as soon as he stepped up the steps: "Brother Wang, you didn't always know what I want to do." The king and the loser are bandits', that's all."

After finishing speaking, Usman took the half-burned candle lamp and went upstairs.

"...That's all? Usman, really?"

There was silence in the dungeon, and after the afterglow of the lights disappeared completely, everything in the dungeon returned to darkness, like falling into the abyss...

Yuelang Palace, Sky Garden.

Supported by the huge pillars, countless light golden tarpaulins are stretched out to block the invasion of the poisonous sun.

The golden veils in the corridor flutter in the wind, showing a leisurely attitude.

Among the colorful flowers, fountain pools and lupines, there are sheets of snow-white rugs on the floor.

The king of Xiliang, the nobles of the royal palace, and the wealthy businessmen of various tribes sat in their seats according to their ranks and status, sipping ice-cold wine and watching the youngsters on the dance floor performing sword dance tricks.

"Hehe, it's so interesting..." Everyone was talking softly and toasting each other, but Usman was the only one who leaned on a soft pillow embroidered with hibiscus flowers, closing his eyes as if taking a nap.

"Your Majesty." Someone came, knelt in front of Usman and whispered.

"Yalta, didn't you see that His Majesty fell asleep?" Sitting beside Usman was a beautiful concubine with a graceful figure. She was wrapped in tulle, and her beautiful body was faintly visible.

Yalta is the chief eunuch of the palace, and he takes care of the daily life of the lord and concubines. Facing the half-naked beautiful concubine Hina, he did not look sideways, but said: "But this is what the lord ordered..."

"What's the noise?" Usman opened his eyes leisurely, and looked at Yalta calmly.

"Back to Your Majesty," Yalta quickly bowed his head and said, "The Dayan Mission will arrive outside Danyang City within five days."

"Really?" Usman sat up slowly, "So fast."

Yalta understood as soon as he heard it: "This subordinate resigns."

Yalta went down to trip the Dayan Mission and let them stay outside for a while.

"Your Majesty, your wine." Seeing Usman's smile, Hina quickly brought the wine up.

"I drank enough today." Usman pushed Hina away and stood up.

When everyone saw the monarch standing up, they straightened their postures, bowed their heads and knelt down.

"You can do whatever you want, I'll go to the study." Usman left Ruantang without hesitation, and Hina's eyes were filled with tears of grievance.

It is well known that Junshang is unpredictable, but recently, Junshang has become more indifferent to others.

And no matter what tricks she tried, the king never had the luck to visit her again.

Thinking that her beloved Junshang was leaving day by day, Hina's heart was so cold that she didn't know what to do so that Junshang could take another look at her.

"Xina." Just as Hina was about to cry, Usman suddenly turned around and said, "Thank you for the wine, it's good."

"Your Majesty..." Hina's withered heart recovered in an instant, and she knelt down on the ground, trembling with excitement, "My concubine, thank you for your compliment."

Usman left the banquet with a smile. His silver hair was elegant and his clothes fluttered. His extraordinary figure stunned all the honored guests. The banquet was silent for a while.

Outside the imperial garden is an empty and quiet promenade, where Frost Fang, as huge as a snow mountain, is curled up and snoring there.

"Wake up." Usman said to Shuangfang.

The guests at the banquet were afraid of Frostfang, so Usman let Frostfang stay here.

Seeing his master coming back, Shuangya yawned big first, then stretched out his sharp claws to grab the ground, and stretched forward.

"Zla!" With a sound, three stripes were drawn on the white porcelain floor under Frost Fang's front paws. Frost Fang's eyes widened.

Usman chuckled and patted its head.

Suddenly, a gust of hot wind like a hearth hit Usman's face, making his silver hair flutter with the wind, making it more and more silvery.

Usman looked out of the corridor, the vicious sunlight seemed to swallow everything, and he couldn't see anything except the dazzling white.

And at this noon hour, all the people in Danyang City, even beggars, would hide in the shadows to avoid the scorching sun.

...except for those in the Death Row Tower.

"It's the tenth day, and his endurance is really beyond my imagination." Usman said a sentence without beginning and end, but Shuangya couldn't understand, and tilted his head.

"Shuangya, do you know? He is cute and clean, and he has to soak in hot springs to clean himself up when he is out fighting." Usman smiled at Shuangya. He would immediately turn around and come back, protesting to me that he would not stay there, but I didn’t expect him to complain.”

Frost Fang blinked, listening seriously.

"However, this is interesting, isn't it?" Usman squinted at Shuangya and smiled, "The more he resists me like this, the more I want to see him kneeling down and begging for mercy. At that time...heh."

Frost Fang still tilted his head, his sharp eyes and fangs were obviously fierce, but he seemed cute.

"Let's go." Usman walked ahead and said helplessly, "The official documents are still piled up like a mountain."

Shuangya understood this, flicked its tail, and followed Usman to the imperial study.

Yan spent his days in this death row tower like years.

Every day, he will draw a deep vertical line on the wall, and now it is No.15.

He felt incredible.

It's been [-] days, half a month, and the mission has not arrived yet!

Yan always thought that these "lines" represented hope, and within five or six days, he would be able to resume his status as Dayan's special envoy and settle accounts with Usman.

But now it seems that these "lines" are undoubtedly a mockery, mocking his "naivety" and "fearlessness".

Yan squinted his eyes, and slapped his palm on the wall angrily, digging his muddy fingers deep into the soil, and then he carved the neat and tidy

The dates are all gone.

"Yan, what's wrong with you?" Ilya thought that Yan was counting the days again, but he didn't expect him to plan the earthen wall.

"I really underestimated him." Yan's fingertips were scratched and blood oozed out, but he clenched his hands into fists as if he couldn't feel the pain, and sighed, "It seems that the mission won't come. .”

"Why won't it come?" Ilya was a little nervous by Yan.

"I want to go out." Yan turned around and looked at Ilya firmly.

"Ah?" Ilya got up and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Outside, I won't stay here anymore!" Yan no longer suppressed the anger in his heart, "I'm leaving now."