Reborn to choose a husband, I will lead the deposed prince to seize my ex-husband’s kingdom

Xie Qingyao looked at Wei Fulu intently for a while, then shouted hoarsely: "Little Wei Zi, where is this guy?"

The secret guard hiding in the tree suddenly woke up due to this question, and repeatedly rubbed his sleepy eyes. After seeing clearly that the man who had been sleeping for eight years really woke up, his face suddenly became heavy.

Lowering his head and listening, the secret guard whispered to his companion: "I will go back to the palace to report now. Keep an eye on him. If there is an accident, be ready to send off flares at any time."

The treetops were swept by the wind, startling a line of birds.

Wei Fulu knelt down at this moment and kowtowed three times: "Your Highness, the Xianwang, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, the tenth year of Yan'an. It has been eight years, nine months and four days since the death of the late emperor and the late empress. "

Over the years, everyone in Prince Xian's Mansion has been counting the days.

Over the years, everyone in Prince Xian's Mansion has been waiting for the day when Xie Qingyao can wake up openly.

They are all waiting for Xie Qingyao to wash away their grievances and seek justice.

Xie Qingyao hesitated for a while before understanding Wei Fulu's words.

Bright red blood streaks crawled up the narrow phoenix eyes. Xie Qingyao's hand on the door frame suddenly lost strength and he tore off a whole piece of the door frame.

The door panel that lost its support fell towards Xie Qingyao, and when it approached Xie Qingyao, it was shattered into powder by the surging internal force.

The secret guard who was staying in the tree saw that Xie Qingyao, who had just woken up, had such strength, so he hurriedly handed the signal bomb to his companion and asked him to find a place to put it quickly.

Otherwise, with their strength, they would never be able to stop Xie Qingyao.

"Wise King? Ha!" The voice was sarcastic, revealing a look of disdain: "I am the crown prince. If my father dies, I should succeed to the throne and become the king of a country."

Although this statement is correct, things have changed now, and everything is no longer what it was before.

Wei Fulu raised his much older face and explained the past again sadly: "Your Highness, you were poisoned and fell into coma eight years ago. The country cannot live without a king for a day. King Chen ascended to the throne under the obeisance of all the important ministers."

"After King Chen ascended the throne, Princess Mingyue was forced to choose a husband. In order to prevent Princess Mingyue from being ruined by power for the rest of her life, Duke Zhenguo gave up her military power. Princess Mingyue left the capital for eight years and returned to the capital a few days ago. .”

Xie Qingyao's eyes looked withered, just like when he woke up for the first time seven years ago and heard the truth from his grandfather.

After all, it was him who dragged down his little moon.

After a long silence, Xie Qingyao asked: "Have the causes of death of the emperor and the queen been ascertained?"

"The late emperor and the late empress were not assassinated, but accidentally fell off a cliff and died."

The old man burst into tears. From this sentence alone, we can get a glimpse of the injustice suffered by those who used to serve the East Palace in the past years.

The emperor of a country was assassinated in Nanjun, but after the new emperor ascended the throne, his death became accidental overnight. Isn't it just relying on his great power, not relying on the fact that no one dares to complain, and he can cover the sky with one hand?

"Humph." Xie Qingyao smiled softly.

The originally weak legs regained their strength in an instant, and Xie Qingyao stood firmly, growing from twelve to twenty years old in the blink of an eye.

"Xiao Weizi, bring me the sword that my father gave me as a gift for my twelfth birthday, and the Qi Condensation Pill that my mother left behind."

"Today I will take Gu's father and mother back home!"

Prince Xian's Mansion, which had been silent for several years, came to life in the blink of an eye due to the master's awakening.

Wei Fulu personally handed over the silver mask. When the secret guard on the tree didn't know why Xie Qingyao wanted to put on the silver mask, Xie Qingyao entered the house.

When he went out, he was already dressed in black, holding a sharp weapon, and heading towards the door.

Three consecutive signal bombs were released again, and the secret guards hiding in Prince Xian's Mansion attacked the man wearing a silver mask. They chased him and fled, and disappeared in an instant.

But in less than a cup of tea, the silver-faced man came back again, the sword blade in his hand still dripping with blood.

At this moment, the secret guards sent by the palace descended on Prince Xian's Mansion and attacked the man standing in the courtyard.

Fighting and retreating, several black figures headed towards the top of the mountain.

After another cup of tea, the man with the silver mask appeared again, this time a little more tired than the last time.

The man on the tree watching the whole situation had no time to think, and released all the flares one after another, and dispatched the main force of the palace's secret guards and the main force of the royal family.

Xie Qingyao just sat in the house, listening to what was going on outside.

It wasn't until the speed of dispatching the guards became slower and slower, until the whole house was surrounded by silence, that Xie Qingyao took the Qi Condensing Pill and dressed in black.

Holding the sword in hand, he climbed onto the white horse and galloped towards the palace in his original appearance.

Human skin masks are rare, but silver masks like this can be found in any number.

And Xie Chongan, who saw the silver face in Deshui, would take action when he knew that the silver face came from Prince Xian's mansion in the future.

The palace gate was close at hand, but Xie Qingyao did not tighten the reins and rode the white horse straight into the palace.

When the imperial guards guarding the palace gate saw this change, they quickly formed a human wall and drew their swords pointed at Xie Qingyao.

The horse had a good sense of human nature, so he stopped in front of the blade and breathed out at the guards who raised their swords against it. The horse's eyes were full of contempt.

The captain of the guard looked at this man facing a sharp sword with no intention of leaving. He angrily rebuked: "Where did you come from, madman? This is the palace. If you don't leave, we will kill you."

"Then, go back."

Light words came out of Xie Qingyao's mouth. Xie Qingyao turned over and dismounted, patted the horse's head, and the horse ran alone in the direction of Prince Xian's Mansion.

When the imperial guard saw that Xie Qingyao was just letting the horse go home and had no intention of leaving, he immediately stabbed Xie Qingyao.

The sword in Xie Qingyao's hand was not yet unsheathed, so he killed dozens of lives in a flash of lightning.

These people don't even have a chance to express their pain.

The palace gate suddenly became quiet, and the sudden thickening of blood alerted the guards in the camp.

All the guards picked up the guys and surrounded Xie Qingyao.

They have been guarding this palace gate for more than eight years, and they have never seen anyone like Xie Qingyao who dared to break into the palace alone.

It should be said that no one has dared to break into the palace in these years.

Xie Qingyao's gloomy eyes fell on these people, as if he were looking at a group of dead people.

The steps he took forward were neither hasty nor hasty, and the swinging scabbard killed all the imperial guards blocking the way.

The guards in the camp were frightened by such incredible strength and did not dare to offend Xie Qingyao in the slightest, but they did not dare to flee. They could only retreat in fear and hope that reinforcements would arrive soon.

After nearly half a cup of tea, hundreds of imperial guards came to support and surrounded Xie Qingyao in circles.

The sword was unsheathed and a cold light flashed. Xie Qingyao, who was surrounded by hundreds of guards, felt as if he was in a deserted place.

Wherever Xie Qingyao wanted to go, people would kill him if he stood in his way, and he would kill the Buddha if he stood in his way.

Wherever Xie Qingyao passed, there were wreckage and blood everywhere.

Xie Qingyao was not in a hurry to reveal his purpose, nor was he in a hurry to rush to the destination. He walked around the palace with a playful attitude, like a leisurely stroll.

It's like strolling through your own back garden.

It's like offering blood as a sacrifice to blood.

The entire front hall of the palace was shrouded in an extremely rich bloody aura.

Just like the three days before Xie Yan ascended the throne.

All the people who served the emperor and the queen have committed their lives to this palace.