I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

After thinking for a moment, Murong Heng suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, retracted his gaze, and slowly lowered his head.

In the end, he did not take action. He did not dare to gamble with the lives of all the Beichen delegation. He heard that Emperor Nansheng had a group of death warriors who were specifically responsible for protecting his safety. If he took action in the hall, it would surely alert the death warriors, and then none of them would be able to escape.

Taiping was tactful in his dealings with others, and with just a few words he could make the emperor happy and beam with joy.

"Very good, I am very pleased that Beichen has such a thoughtful attitude. I hope that the friendship between Nansheng and Beichen will last forever and we can share wonderful stories together!"

All the ministers in the court repeated loudly together: "The friendship between our two countries will last forever, and we will share beautiful stories together!"

Taiping bowed and saluted: "Thank you, Your Majesty. We will definitely support Nansheng and the friendship between our two countries will last forever!"

"Okay, okay, let's go. I have prepared a banquet and am waiting to welcome you." The emperor laughed and waved his hand to signal everyone.

Everyone surrounded the emperor and left the Golden Palace. Murong Heng sneaked out while everyone was relaxing, ready to find out the specific layout of the Nansheng Palace.

He carefully avoided all the palace servants, toured the Nansheng Palace, and silently memorized the basic routes within the palace.

But when he was about to leave and return to Taiping, he was stopped by a man wearing a black cloak with most of his face covered by a black veil.

Murong Heng became alert immediately when he saw the man in black in front of him. He wanted to let this man go but was stopped by him with his hand.

"I wonder what your intention is in wandering around my Nansheng Palace?" The man in black looked at Murong Heng coldly, without a trace of warmth in his eyes.

Murong Heng suppressed his uneasiness and coughed lightly: "I came here to pick up something on the orders of my master, but I just arrived and I got lost for a while because I couldn't find the place. I just walked around for a few times. I wonder who you are?"

"You don't need to know who I am. You said you were ordered to take something? Are you trying to steal the national seal of Nansheng?" The man in black glanced at him up and down, and his tone suddenly turned sharp.

"Of course not. You can't make up such accusations. I just came to get the calligraphy and paintings that Beichen wanted to present to Your Majesty, but I couldn't find a side hall to rest." Murong Heng frowned.

The man in black did not move and still stood in front of Murong Heng.

"You can't believe this. Come with me first and we'll make a decision after we find out everything."

Murong Heng's expression was stern: "Is this how you treat your guests at Nansheng?"

"Guests should be treated with courtesy, but there is no need to be so polite to spies." The man in black snorted coldly and walked forward to grab Murong Heng.

Murong Heng swiftly dodged his touch, cursed inwardly, and turned and ran.

The man in black was chasing him relentlessly, but fortunately Murong Heng had already figured out the general route to the palace and escaped from it.

He hid here and there in the streets and barely avoided the pursuit of the men in black.

Hiding in the shadow of the alley, Murong Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to let his guard down.

The man in black should be the death warrior beside the emperor. If the death warriors were not allowed to appear in front of the people, he would probably not be able to escape today.

I don’t know if the man in black has given up chasing him and returned to the palace to report.

Murong Heng felt a little uneasy in his heart. Just as he leaned over to look at the street, he suddenly heard a strong wind behind him. He quickly dodged and avoided the fatal arrow.

Murong Heng looked back and saw a man in black standing on the high wall with a bow and arrow in his hand.

Murong Heng turned his head and saw that the arrow he had just dodged was still dripping with black liquid. It was obviously not a good thing.

He swallowed unconsciously, thinking about the escape route in his mind.

The man in black said coldly: "Today, you will die!"

As he said this, he drew the bow again and aimed at Murong Heng. Just as he was about to shoot, Murong Heng suddenly sprinkled a handful of white powder from behind him.

The powder was blown straight towards the man in black by the wind. The man in black squinted his eyes for a moment, and the arrow in his hand missed the target. When he rubbed his eyes and could see clearly, Murong Heng had already run away to nowhere.

The man in black cursed inwardly and immediately went to look for someone.

Murong Heng actually did not leave the alley. He only showed his head and breathed a sigh of relief after the man in black left.

Looking at the scratch on his arm, Murong Heng frowned tightly.

The bullet shot by the man in black just now did not miss the target but instead brushed past his arm. The poison seeped into his flesh and blood through the gap.

Murong Heng could already feel his wound becoming more and more painful. He looked up in the direction of the imperial palace and frowned.

If he didn't return to the palace quickly to find Uncle Tai to treat his wounds, he didn't know what dangers he would face. But if he returned to the palace now, he would definitely be discovered by the men in black, and it would also implicate all the envoys from Beichen.

Murong Heng didn't dare to gamble with everyone's lives.

What kind of poison will Nan Sheng's assassins use?

He forced himself to stand up and slowly left the alley. The most urgent thing was to find a place to stay and treat his wounds.

The man in black searched around but couldn't find Murong Heng. He frowned and thought for a moment before returning to the palace, intending to tell the emperor about the matter.

At this moment, at the banquet.

The emperor was drinking and chatting happily with the envoys and ministers. It was a happy moment.

Xiao Dezi suddenly walked up to the emperor and leaned over to whisper something in his ear.

The emperor's face suddenly turned gloomy, and the look he gave Taiping was no longer as peaceful as before. Instead, it was filled with suspicion and distrust.

Taiping noticed the emperor's eyes and was suddenly startled. He turned his head inconspicuously to look for Murong Heng.

As expected, Taiping didn't find him in the crowd. He suddenly had a bad feeling and began to wonder if something had happened to him.

The emperor was already suspicious, but he still had a faint smile on his face as he looked at Taiping and asked, "How many people are there in your delegation when you come to visit Nansheng this time?"

Hearing his question, Taiping was almost certain that Murong Heng had been discovered.

His expression remained calm and composed: "Including me, there are eleven members of the delegation visiting."

He deliberately omitted one person and kicked Murong Heng out, so that there would be no problem even if the emperor asked for a number one by one.

"So that's how it is. You've come a long way and it must be hard work. I should have continued to drink with you, but I'm a little drunk and feel a little uncomfortable. So I'll let the Junior Official of the Ministry of Rites toast each of you a glass on my behalf."

Tang Fusheng, who was suddenly called, was stunned for a moment, looking at the emperor in disbelief. After he reacted, he quickly looked away.

No, his hands are already like this, how can you let him drink?