After dressing as a villain's ex-wife, she went crazy for whitewashing

Ji Wuhen frowned and reached out to block it.

The hairpin failed to hurt him as he wished, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Fushou raised his other hand, and under the sunlight, the golden hairpin shone with a cold light, almost doubled at such a fast speed.

"Uh!"

The hairpin barely scratched the back of Ji Wuhen's hand, and pierced straight into the place where his neck met his collarbone.

Ji Wuhen felt the pain and let go of his hand.

"Bitch!" He cursed, kicked up the knife on the ground, and slashed at it.

The blood was filled, the girl fell to the ground, and Fu Chun who was beside her was close to each other, and two pools of bright red blood converged in one place.

The two princesses of Great Xia died in such a fragrant way.

"Beast!" Emperor Hui's eyes were about to burst, he never thought that Fushou would risk his life to assassinate Ji Wuhen.

Ji Wuhen clutched the wound, pulled out the hairpin, and blood gushed out of the wound immediately.

Fushou's hand was completely aimed at his neck. If he hadn't dodged in time and stood there, he would have been the one who fell to the ground.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Ji Wuhen's face was stern, "Throw them to the street for me."

He wanted the world to see what would happen if he fought against him, Ji Wuhen.

"Bastard, they are your younger sisters, how dare you do that?"

Even if they were not Da Xia's princesses, they were also innocent women who had not left the court. Now that they were dead, they almost threw them on the street to expose themselves to the sun. It was so humiliating that even the corpses were not spared.

The queen was also shocked, "Fu Chun and Fu Shou have never offended you, why should you?"

Ji Wuhen couldn't see the wound, but he could feel the loss of blood. His face turned pale, and he said sharply, "The whole palace is under my control. Naturally, I can do whatever I want. If you want to let me They can rest in peace, that's fine, write me a Zen edict."

"Don't even think about it!" Emperor Hui was furious, and pulled out the sword of the guard beside him.

Seeing this, Ji Wuhen smiled, "Father, is this going to be stubborn? Don't forget, besides Her Royal Highness, there is also the emperor's grandmother. If you delay for a stick of incense, I will kill someone. I know Father I wanted to wait for the fifth child to come back, but unfortunately, he has already become my soul under the sword."

Now in the entire Great Xia, he is the only one who can inherit the throne.

"What, what?!"

Ji Wuhen killed the prince!

Emperor Hui's body swayed, and he almost couldn't bear the blow. He supported the ground with his sword, and managed to stand still.

How could he accept losing three children in one day?

He originally wanted to wait until the prince came back, or wait for the reinforcements to arrive.

But General Yang Qian, who was leading the troops closest to the capital, still needed a day, and it was too late.

Could it be that he really wants to pass the throne to this bastard?

Ji Wuhen looked coldly at the struggling Emperor Hui, and turned to bring in an imperial doctor to treat her wounds.

In the capital, the homes of the ministers were also surrounded by soldiers who appeared inexplicably.

It was not until the bodies of the two princesses were carried out and thrown on the street that the news of King Shuo's forced palace came out.

This sudden change caught people off guard.

Where did the tens of thousands of people in Ji Wuhen's hands come from, and when did they infiltrate the imperial city and palace? They didn't even hear the slightest news.

Shocked, the news that the prince was shot also came back.

All the ministers were struck by lightning.

If the crown prince dies, it seems that the only one who can inherit the throne is King Shuo.

As for why not Duan Wang.

Now the entire imperial city is under Ji Wuhen's control, and King Duan has no strength at all, so why is there no Ji Wuhen fighting.

Some people rejoice and others hate.

Yao Xiangye drank tea quietly at home, and the surroundings of the Xiangfu were quiet. Unlike other official residences, there was no soldier guarding them.

There were few people on the street, and the people were too frightened to go to the street. Yao Linge, who was still in his study at noon discussing Newshua with a few companions, hurried home. No shadow was seen.

An astonishing thought rose in his mind, and he hurried to the study.

"Father--"

He pushed open the door and said anxiously: "The palace has changed!"

Yao Xiangye glanced at him calmly, with no expression on his face, but his tone was extremely relaxed: "What's the hurry, sit down, and play a game of chess with Weifu."

Such a calm attitude made Yao Lingo firm in his mind.

He didn't move.

"Father, King Shuo forced the palace, shouldn't you also have your share?"

Yao Xiangye didn't answer him.

This silence is obviously the default.

Yao Linge was in a hurry, "Father, you are confused. Forcing the palace is a serious crime. How could you join forces with King Shuo to do such a thing?"

Hearing this, Master Yao finally raised his eyes to look at him.

Those solemn and sharp eyes were full of hostility.

"Do you know that your sister is dead?"

!!!

Yao Linge's face was stiff, his eyes widened in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"Your sister is dead, at the hands of Xiao Yunheng and Lu Xiyue, together with the child in her womb."

"Impossible, isn't my sister by the Queen Mother's side?"

Yao Linge didn't want to believe his words.

"More than two months ago, your sister was sent to the Zhuangzi. The Queen Mother's original intention was to let her take care of her body. Your sister left for something, met Xiao Yunheng and his wife, and died tragically for no reason."

Yao Linge's face turned pale, and he never thought that there was such a reason.

"So, father, are you going to avenge your sister?" Yao Lingo asked shyly.

To him, his sister has always been just a pawn to climb up. Yao Lingo is not stupid, and he has seen the schemes between them all these years.

A person with weak family ties, even his daughter is his stepping stone, how could he do such a thing as forced palace for her.

Although Yao Lingo didn't want to admit it, it was indeed the truth.

"Yes and no."

Yao Xiangye didn't bother to lie, let alone the person in front of him was his son, "What I value is the son in your sister's womb, but it's a pity that she didn't live up to her expectations and lost to these two people."

He lost his biggest bargaining chip, how could he not be in a hurry.

"Father!"

Yao Linge was very dissatisfied with his tone.

His younger sister was already dead, yet he could still talk about her in the same tone of talking about things.

Master Yao was not annoyed, he glanced at him quietly, and a smirk flashed across his eyes: "If it wasn't for you not to live up to expectations, your sister doesn't have to be like this, you are not as good as your sister, at least she will work hard for the future of the Yao family." ,you?"

Sometimes, he even regretted giving birth to such a son.

He is obviously full of talent, and he is obviously as smart as anyone in strategy, yet he is willing to be an idle tourist.

He is not like himself, from the white body to today, with such a high starting point, he is not willing to work hard.

Yao Linge's lips trembled, and the mist condensed: "Father doesn't have to say that about me. I make any choice, it is my own freedom, just like you. As for the death of my sister, it is clearly caused by you."