I was kicked out of the house and became a princess.

"So what was Ying'er doing in the Xinyan Empire a few days ago?"

Ying Meng deliberately pretended to be ignorant even though she knew the truth. Her pretending to know nothing at this time would give those ministers who opposed Yingying the opportunity to jump out. Then, she could find an opportunity to wipe them out at once, which would also bring considerable income to the temple. After all, she was somewhat moved by the income brought in by the last raid on Guan Mansion.

Amid the puzzled gazes of the ministers, Yingying calmly walked to the steps and knelt respectfully.

"Your Majesty, I received a secret letter from Ma Xin, the heir of the Xinyan Empire, a few days ago. I helped him secretly suppress the rebels in the Xinyan Empire. Because I acted in a hurry, I did not have time to ask your Majesty for instructions and summon the attacking Purple Phoenix Army, so this misunderstanding occurred. I hope your Majesty will punish me."

As Yingying finished speaking, the ministers began to whisper to each other, half believing and half doubting what Yingying said.

"In that case, I forgive you for your innocence. You must have been exhausted from the journey these days. Go back and rest early."

Ying Meng was a little disappointed when she saw that although the ministers were skeptical, none of them planned to jump out.

"My son, please retire."

After kneeling down to express her gratitude, Yingying turned around and looked at an old figure standing among the ministers. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she did not choose to verify it directly in the court. After a brief surprise, Yingying quickly left the main hall and walked towards the imperial kitchen.

"My dear ministers, is there anything else you would like to report?"

Ying Meng seemed a little depressed because she didn't achieve her goal.

Seeing that the ministers had no intention of making a memorial, Ying Meng withdrew from the court and left the main hall towards Ruoxi Hall, leaving Wang Qi to deal with the commotion in the main hall.

Accompanied by the palace maids, Ying Meng soon arrived at the gate of Ruoxi Palace. However, there was no sign of Yu Nan at the gate, only two guards were guarding the gate.

"Where is Yu Nan now?"

There was a hint of displeasure in Yingmeng's tone.

"this······"

The two guards looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Forget it, is Ying'er in the palace now?"

Yingmeng guessed that Yu Nan should be with Yingying now.

"Your Majesty, His Highness is not in the bedroom now. Only Miss Xin is in the bedroom."

Not here? Where did you go?

Yingmeng sighed. Now she could no longer understand Yingying's thoughts.

Never mind, just go in and wait.

As he was thinking about it, he asked the guards and palace maids to wait at the door, and he gently pushed the door open and walked in. The palace maid also closed the door with a look in her eyes.

The windows were tightly closed and the room was a little dark. Apart from the even breathing of the girl sleeping on the bed and the sound of Yingmeng's footsteps, there was no sound at all.

She walked slowly to the bedside and looked at Xin Yixi who was still sleeping soundly. From time to time, she trembled for some unknown reason. When Yingmeng reached out to tuck the quilt for her, she noticed the strawberry mark on her neck and understood why the girl was still asleep.

As if she smelled a body fragrance that did not belong to Yingying, Xin Yixi woke up from her sleep sensitively, and the first thing she saw was Yingmeng sitting at the head of the bed.

"Aunt Ying?"

"Huh? Are you awake?"

Yingmeng rubbed her little head.

"Ying'er is too rude. It's hard for you, girl."

"It's okay, Aunt Ying. Sister Ying is under a lot of pressure every day at Black Falcon. It's okay to help her relax."

Seeing that Xin Yixi didn't look dissatisfied at all, Ying Meng nodded with satisfaction and chatted with her casually.

Yingying also rushed back with Yunan and brought three breakfasts. Although she had been away for a month or two, she still remembered Yingmeng's taste.

As the door was opened, Yingying walked in carrying three breakfasts with her spiritual energy, while Yu Nan stayed waiting at the door.

"Just put it on the table, come and sit down."

Yingmeng patted the bed and looked at Yingying who had just returned.

"What's wrong, mother?"

Yingying sat down puzzled.

"I've been thinking about this these days. You should have discovered the gap between you and the Spirit of Destruction. What you can do against the Spirit of Destruction is very limited. Besides, it's not time for the True God to be born yet."

"So what do you mean, mother?

Yingying and Xin Yixi looked at Yingmeng with some confusion.

"Black Falcon should not take any action for now. If you find any information about the Spirit of Destruction, use the crown to pass the message back to the temple. Let the newly formed assassination teams from various empires do the rest."

Ying Meng thought about it and decided to express her recent thoughts after discussing with the Dimension God.

"No, the temple is too big a target. Once we discover them and let them escape, it will be difficult to find them again."

Yingying refused without even thinking about it.

"This assassination team is composed of talented geniuses selected from the civilian population by various empires. They have no connection with the court officials of various countries and are kept very confidential."

Yingmeng seemed determined to persuade Yingying.

“Mother, this is not a game. Even if we are both demigods, ordinary people are no match for the Spirit General of Destruction. If we fail, we will most likely be discovered.”

"But aren't the Black Falcons just a group of ordinary people? Ying'er, there are still 22 Spirit Generals of Destruction that can be found, and there are countless quasi-gods. If you meet them now without the help of the true gods, you have no chance of winning."

"But the assassination team has no chance of winning against them."

Xin Yixi sat up and interrupted Yingmeng.

"Not necessarily. We are now very confident that we can train ten quasi-gods within two years. We will let them do it then."

Yingmeng chuckled and shook her head.

"This is impossible!"

Yingying and Xin Yixi didn't believe it at all.

"Ying'er, Xiaoxi, look at what this is?"

Ying Meng guessed that they would not believe it, so she took out an ancient book from her arms.

"what is this?"

Yingying and Xin Yixi looked at the ancient book in Yingmeng's hand with confusion.

"Although there are many books in the libraries of various temples, there is a type of book that is not included in any library. This type of book is the forbidden art of living sacrifice, and this Nine Yin Sha Yan Jue is one of them."

"The art of living sacrifice?"

"It is a technique that uses the essence, blood and lifespan of living people as sacrifices to greatly increase one's strength in a very short period of time."

Ying Meng shook the Nine Yin Sha Yan Jue in her hand and nodded.

"It's impossible to break through to the Quasi-God level!"

"Not necessarily. The only way for a mortal to break through to the quasi-god level is to bear the blessing of the gods with his physical body. This is a great test of talent and physical strength. Only one person out of hundreds of people may be able to do this, and his life span will not be more than two years."

Ying Meng's words undoubtedly opened their eyes. This was clearly Deadpool.

"So when the two factors are combined, the life span of these selected people will not exceed one year."

"Then how do we find someone who can handle this?"

Xin Yixi noticed the key.

"It's very simple. It's a secret experiment. The number of people in these six imperial prisons is as numerous as the stars. It's not surprising that they died. If you want them to be obedient, just erase their independent consciousness."