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

The heads of the courtiers in the palace gradually lowered their heads.

Xie Qingyao looked around at the courtiers who were dodging or escaping. The sarcasm on his lips was filled with murderous aura.

Xie Qingyao still wanted to massacre.

There was silence in Changle Palace, no one dared to be the one who stood out again.

They all owe Xie Qingyao. Everyone in this golden palace owes Xie Qingyao.

The emperor and empress sitting on the throne owed the most.

Even if it takes one's life to repay it, it may not be able to pay off the debt owed over the years.

Because Xie Yan owed not only Xie Qingyao, but also the people of the world.

A cold light flashed in Xie Yan's eyes, and more than twenty secret guards descended from the sky, surrounding Xie Qingyao.

With the sword in his hand sheathed and the mysterious fan slowly unfolding, the secret guards who had been preparing to ambush Xie Qingyao suddenly became afraid.

They followed Xie Qingyao all the way. Even though they had the idea of ​​taking action on the way, they never actually did it.

Because if they pointed the butcher knife at Xie Qingyao, Xie Qingyao would kill them.

But at this moment, even if their sword blades had not yet been unsheathed, the mysterious fan in Xie Qingyao's hand began to attack him.

The speed of the massacre obviously slowed down, but even at this speed, it was enough to frighten the entire court.

Half a cup of tea passed by, and the main hall, where the background color could still be clearly discerned, was left with only a sticky bright red covering the floor.

Those ladies and ladies who had never seen blood or fighting could no longer suppress their panic and nausea, and the sounds of continuous sobbing and retching could be heard frequently.

What's more, he fainted directly in the hall.

These courtiers witnessed Xie Qingyao's methods with their own eyes and began to feel frightened.

There were at least tens of thousands of guards ambush the palace, both covertly and covertly.

And if Xie Qingyao could fight from the palace gate to here, he must have killed nearly ten thousand people.

With one enemy against ten thousand, with such incredible strength, it would be easy to take Xia Hong's head.

So what Xie Qingyao wants today is not the throne.

If you don’t want the throne, then what does Xie Qingyao want when he fights his way into the palace today?

What Xie Qingyao wants is justice.

But if his justice is not known to everyone, then no one can return his justice.

"I implore the emperor to find out the cause of death of the late emperor and late empress, so as to comfort the spirit of the late emperor and late empress in heaven."

The voice praying for re-investigation of old cases came from the mouth of a prostrate minister.

But since then, all the people kneeling on the ground have spoken out and asked for help.

They were afraid that if they spoke too late, their heads would be chopped off by Xie Qingyao like Shidu.

Even these courtiers were still thinking that if the truth could be found out, the debt they owed to the late emperor and empress and Xie Qingyao over the years would be paid off.

Xie Yan looked at the empty table and the figures kneeling on the ground, his usually majestic eyes became cloudy, and a fishy-sweet smell flowed in his throat.

Xie Yan couldn't clearly see the faces of these courtiers, just as he couldn't remember the people he slaughtered under the sword that year.

The imperial guards and secret guards sent out did not know whether to live or die. The existing forces in the palace feared Xie Qingyao like a snake and a scorpion. Everyone in the palace stood on Xie Qingyao's side.

The king sitting on the dragon chair was a little rickety. On this night, Xie Yan seemed to have aged a lot, and his usual strong voice sounded laborious:

"Yushitai, starting today, we will conduct a thorough investigation into the death of the emperor's brother and his wife. No matter who is found, we will not tolerate it."

"Wei Chen takes orders."

The sound of knocking the leader came, Xie Yan lowered his head and looked at Xie Qingyao standing in the hall: "Qingyao, are you satisfied with this arrangement?"

Xie Yan's question was telling Xie Qingyao that he could hand over anyone other than himself who participated in the murder of the late emperor and empress to Xie Qingyao's disposal.

As these words fell, everyone in the hall was in danger. No one knew whether they would be the one handed over by Xie Yan.

After all, Xie Yan was never a wise man.

Xie Qingyao sneered in his heart, how could he be satisfied? How could he be satisfied?

All this today is just the beginning. As for when it will stop and when it will be content, it is up to him, Xie Qingyao, to decide.

Without words, Xie Qingyao relied on the Qi Condensation Pill to support himself. After hearing such a promise, he relieved himself in an instant.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Xie Qingyao, who was exhausted, fell straight behind him.

Xu Jian reacted very quickly and steadily lifted Xie Qingyao's fallen body: "Yaoyao, hurry up, come and take a look."

Xu Mingyue walked toward Xie Qingyao in a panic. One hand anxiously searched for Xie Qingyao's pulse, and the other hand randomly searched for her silver hairpin on her bun.

Without touching it on her head, Xu Mingyue remembered that she was afraid of accidentally losing the silver hairpin after falling into the water, so she put the silver hairpin in her sleeve.

Xu Mingyue put her hand into her sleeve again and touched it for a while before she remembered that when she was at Grandma Qing's residence, she heard the intensifying dispute in Changle Palace and did not take the silver hairpin that fell on the dressing table.

Xu Mingyue actually missed the silver hairpin!

The moon-white sleeves were dyed red by the blood on Xie Qingyao's body, and her trembling hands showed how helpless Xu Mingyue was now.

The reason why Xie Qingyao's cultivation is so crazy today is because he took the medicine that destroyed his body.

Now that the true energy is dissipated, the root will be damaged if you are not careful.

Xu Mingyue cried, crying so helplessly: "Auntie, my silver needle is missing."

"Auntie, I lost my silver needle."

"Aniang, how can I save him?"

"Auntie, what should I do to save him?"

A louder sound revealed Xu Mingyue's despair, and she turned to look at Xu Jian: "Dad, call the imperial doctor quickly."

Xu Jian knew that Xie Yan would definitely not let the imperial doctor save Xie Qingyao's life at this time.

He wished that Xie Qingyao would die directly in this hall.

When Xie Qingyao was about to be picked up, Xu Jian said, "Don't be afraid, daddy will take him home."

Xie Chongan and Xie Chongyu had never seen such panic in Xu Mingyue, and it was this real emotion that made them understand that whenever Xie Qingyao wanted to compete with them, Xu Mingyue's heart would always be biased towards Xie Qingyao.

There isn't much reason, it's just intuition.

Seeing the calm and majestic Xu Mingyue panic, Grandma Qing clenched her hands tightly, took out the silver hairpin that she had collected for Xu Mingyue from her sleeve, and handed it to Xu Mingyue's hand.

"Princess, don't be afraid, the Silver Needle slave is keeping it for you."

How could Grandma Qing lose such an important and personal thing?

But if Grandma Qing waits for this opportunity to take out the silver hairpin, if she is not careful, she will attract the attention of the king.

But she couldn't care less.

Xu Mingyue quickly held the silver needle in her hand, opened and closed her palm several times, and looked at Xie Qingyao's blood-stained face, her mind slowly sinking.

The silver needles were inserted into Xie Qingyao's acupuncture points, and the eyes of everyone in the hall fell on this place.

People have different thoughts. Some people want Xie Qingyao to live, but more people want Xie Qingyao to die.

Just like Xie Yan, he desperately hoped that little girl Xu Mingyue's silver needle would deflect and stab Xie Qingyao to death.

But when the blood that kept pouring out of the corner of Xie Qingyao's mouth stopped, everyone's expectations were dashed.

Xie Qingyao's life is really tough.