After being bound by the system, Bai Yueguang and I reunited

Chaoge and the Ninth Prince maintained a superficial peace, but within a quarter of an hour, the Twelfth Prince came in a whirlwind and led his men to kill them.

"Murong Chaoge, you..." Before the curse words came out of his mouth, the Twelfth Prince saw the Ninth Prince.

"Why are you here?"

At this point, the Ninth Prince didn't even want to look at this idiot and turned his head.

The Twelfth Prince: "..."

Oh shit!

All deserve to die!

I'm going to kill you all!

"Kill them! Leave no one behind!" The Twelve Prince roared.

The soldiers holding swords behind them remained motionless.

The Ninth Prince took a step forward, put his hands behind his back, and mocked, "Why, twelfth brother, can't you command your subordinates?"

The Twelve Prince glared at him fiercely, "It's you who did it!"

The Ninth Prince smiled half-heartedly and raised his hand, "Everyone, let's do it!"

The sound of the sharp blade being unsheathed came. The Twelve Princes were horrified and turned back immediately...

The sharp knife pierced the flesh and bones, making an extremely frightening sound.

The twelfth prince was stunned, his nose was filled with the smell of blood, and he could feel the thick blood on his body and hands.

His lips trembled, and it took a long time before he uttered a few words: "Cousin, cousin..."

Wang Yanzhi blocked the incoming sharp weapon.

He fell into the arms of the twelfth prince, with a steel knife stuck in his chest.

Wang Yanzhi struggled hard and seemed to want to say something.

But the blood blocked his lips and tongue and rushed out, making Wang Yanzhi unable to say a word.

The twelfth prince's big tears fell down. He called out "cousin!" helplessly while wiping the blood on his lips with his soft sleeves.

He never knew that there was so much human blood that he could never wipe it all away.

Wang Yanzhi got the strength from nowhere and suddenly grabbed the twelfth prince's hand.

"Yes, I'm sorry for you, Shi Yun..."

Murong Shiyun's eyes were filled with tears, "Cousin, cousin, please don't die! Please!"

Wang Yanzhi looked at Murong Shiyun, who was still a teenager and still stupid, with a dazed look on his face.

Perhaps, the Wang family would not have had the ambition to compete for the throne from the beginning, nor would they have sacrificed their aunt to enter the palace, and they would not have ended up as they did now.

Using his last strength, Wang Yanzhi pulled Murong Shiyun down.

"If you are lucky enough to survive, you should go far away and don't return to the imperial city. If..." Wang Yanzhi gasped lowly and continued with the previous sentence, "If you can't survive, you should commit suicide immediately. Understand Yet?"

Even if you are going to die, you cannot lose your identity.

Murong Shiyun hugged Wang Yanzhi and cried softly, "I don't want to die, and I don't want you to die either."

Wang Yanzhi closed his eyes and said, "Shi Yun, admit defeat."

After speaking, he took his last breath and passed away.

The twelfth prince was extremely panicked, "Cousin? Cousin? Wake up! What should I do without you?"

Ninth Prince Murong Chihua: "You really can't stand up to the wall. You have such heartfelt blood relatives who are willing to die for you, and you don't even know what to do!"

It’s true that people with the same fate have different fates.

When he and his mother were struggling to survive, Murong Shiyun was already held in the lap of the late emperor and pampered.

When he tried hard to win over the courtiers, Murong Shiyun's mother's family was already willing to sacrifice their lives for him to build a road to heaven.

Thinking of the past, Murong Chihua felt sour and jealous. He raised the sword without politeness and placed it on Murong Shiyun's neck.

"I have mercifully given you cousins ​​time to talk. Now, please leave early. Maybe you can catch up with Wang Yanzhi!"

After saying that, Murong Chihua raised his sword and struck hard at Murong Shiyun, who was still immersed in grief.

"Qiang!"

At the critical moment, he suddenly swung the long knife with an oblique thrust, and withstood Murong Chihua's sword.

"General Xu, what do you mean?" Murong Chihua suddenly turned cold and said with murderous intent.

When his life hung on the line, it was General Xu who saved Murong Shiyun!

General Xu's armor was still stained with blood, and he motioned with his eyes to the Twelve Princes to get out of the way.

Murong Shiyun endured his grief, lowered his head, shrank his body, and quickly left the scene where the two were confronting each other.

When he was sure to save the person, General Xu knelt down on one knee and saluted Chaoge on the dragon chair.

"My rescue came too late, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Chaoge raised his hand slightly, "Get up."

Seeing this situation, Murong Chihua still didn't understand anything.

He suddenly sneered, "That's it, General Xu, you have been the emperor's man from the beginning!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for General Xu to speak, Murong Chihua pointed his sword at Chaoge.

"It seems that you have planned everything long ago! You are just waiting to catch all the fish!"

Chaoge said: "It's not as early as I thought."

These plans were all decided later.

Murong Chihua didn't listen to a word. He was immersed in his own world and muttered to himself, "You were injured at the palace banquet. It was the first trial, but it failed. No one jumped out."

"Then he attacked the Wang family, seemed to be at odds with the regent, and was later poisoned..."

"One link after another leads to the person hiding behind the scenes."

Murong Chihua was hit so hard that his waist bent down. He looked at the sword in his hand and didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly looked directly at Chao Ge.

"But I haven't lost either, Murong Chaoge, the matter is not over yet!"

Chaoge was calm on the surface.

Even though the dagger with a cold light was pressed against his throat, his expression did not change at all.

"Ziyu, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Chao Ge guessed who the person behind him was without turning around.

The hand holding the dagger moved slightly, Ziyu took a step forward and stood beside Chao Ge.

"You already knew?"

Chao Ge smiled, "I still know where your sister is."

Murong Chihua interrupted Ziyu's contemplation, "Ziyu, even if he knows the whereabouts of your sister, he can't help you. The only one you can trust is this palace, why don't you take action quickly?"

Ziyu calmed down.

Things have come to this point, and looking back will be an abyss, so we can only keep going.

The dagger in her hand stabbed the person's most vulnerable neck fiercely, and whispered: "I'm sorry!"

The emperor's men were far away, and they had no time to stop them, so they shouted with fear on their faces: "Your Majesty, be careful!"

Chao Ge seemed to have eyes behind his back, he tilted his head slightly to avoid the dagger.

Then he reached out and touched the inside of Ziyu's wrist. Under the severe pain, Ziyu let go of his hand, and the dagger fell into the emperor's hand smoothly.

This series of movements is so fast that the naked eye cannot see it clearly.

Murong Chihua almost broke his guard: "You know martial arts?" It looked like you were a master!

"Correct answer, no reward!"

Chaoge took off the weapon and slapped Ziyu into the distance with one palm.

She stood up holding a corner of her cloak and walked down the platform.

"Hurry up and use any other tricks. It's getting late. I should rest."

Murong Chihua clenched his fists, wishing he could kill the person in front of him.

Arrogant, too arrogant!