Twin Space: The Evil King Should Never Think of Taking the Throne

At the Chongming Palace, Ji Cheng looked at the dusty Ji Yuan, feeling a little dazed. The Lingqiong royal family was really mysterious, and the relationships were extremely complicated. No wonder Ji Yuan had traveled thousands of miles to investigate for so long before finding any clues.

Lingqiong is a country in the Western Regions. Although it is not big, it has great prestige in the Western Regions. The king, Cen He, was also ambitious when he was young, but he fell ill in middle age and is now useless. Even if he is in power, he is just a figurehead without real power.

Now the affairs of Lingqiong are controlled by the Third Prince Cen Qing. The other two sons of King Lingqiong, the First Prince and the Second Prince, one dead and one disabled, are no longer eligible to inherit the throne. It is rumored that the Third Prince is extremely ruthless. He once framed the First Prince Cen Fu, causing him to die in a foreign land, and also put the blame on the Second Prince, causing him to be crippled in both legs and imprisoned in the mansion.

Lingqiong has great faith in the true God. Every city has a palace dedicated to the true God, and every palace must be guarded by a divine beast. Ji Yuan also found out that the Lingqiong royal family would secretly select a goddess to serve in the main palace of Xudu, the capital of Lingqiong. The goddess is extremely mysterious and is not allowed to step out of the main palace for life. She is also responsible for granting the king of Lingqiong the imperial power.

The reason why the Third Prince has not become the new ruler is because the Lingqiong Goddess has been missing for many years, and he cannot succeed to the throne smoothly. According to the information Ji Yuan got from the Lingqiong Palace, the Lingqiong ruler was controlled by the Third Prince with drugs, but because the Lingqiong Goddess disappeared and the Lingqiong sacred object was lost, the Third Prince has not been recognized by the Lingqiong nobles, so he can only keep the old ruler and use the emperor to control the princes.

Ji Yuan told Ji Cheng everything he had investigated like pouring beans, and lamented in his heart that these things were not easy to investigate, and it took him a long time to find out.

"Any other news? For example, Cen Song?"

"I have confirmed Cen Song's identity many times, and no one in Lingqiong knows it. But twenty years ago, the eldest prince had a child, about four or five years old. He later disappeared. It is said that he was very cute."

Ji Cheng did not ask any more questions. It was difficult to find out what happened twenty years ago, but he remembered that in his previous life, Cen Song was later named King Song by Lingqiong. If it was not because of his royal bloodline, how could he be named King Song by Lingqiong? And Yun Feiyang, what was his identity in Lingqiong that he could be named King Yun.

"Ji Yuan, go to Zhongyuan and check the relationship between Yun Feiyang and Cen Song. The more detailed the better."

"Yes."

Ji Yuan stood up and prepared to leave, but suddenly turned back and asked:

"Your Majesty, I didn't sense Ye's presence just now. Was he sent out by Your Majesty?"

"Well, I sent him out to take care of the queen. Don't worry about it."

Ji Cheng lied to Ji Yuan without changing his expression. He couldn't let anyone know that Ye went to hunt down Zhang Qiong. However, Ji Yuan was stunned when he heard the word "queen". When did the king have a queen?

Ji Yuan left Chaoyang Palace muttering to himself. He was puzzled and went to Fulin to get information. He found out that the king had his eyes on a young girl who had just come of age. She was a martial artist from the Central Plains and had a strange identity. From what Fulin said, the king was quite persistent. He planned to hold on to her even if she had a fiancé and even wanted to kill her fiancé.

"The king has been irritated. It must have been because of Concubine Ning. Lao Fu, please take good care of the king. I'm going to do my job."

Ji Yuan left, and Fulin waited outside Chaoyang Palace with peace of mind. He was wondering whether he should report the news from the night to the king.

After thinking it over, Fulin began to walk around outside the palace. After walking around for about a dozen times, Ji Cheng finally couldn't stand it anymore and shouted:

"Fulin, come in! What's the matter?"

"King, I am fine."

Fulin was laughing, his face was full of flattery and helplessness. However, his expression made Ji Cheng look even more disdainful.

"Say!"

"Uh... Your Majesty... Miss Yun..."

"The Queen."

"Yes, yes, Queen. News came at night that the Queen went to the North after the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"What, she went there by herself?"

"No, the Undying Red-robed and the Ghost-faced Yama accompanied him. Later, the Sword Saint Green-robed also followed."

boom!

Ji Cheng slammed his big hand on the table, feeling choked up. He panted, walked back and forth a few times, and sat down on the dragon throne angrily.

"It's a troubled time for Da Chong now, and I can't spare the time to see her. Let Ye go, and be sure to protect him."

"Well, Your Majesty. Ye Shang reported that he was seriously injured and needed to rest."

Fulin stood in front of Ji Cheng in a very modest manner, his eyes watching his nose, his nose watching his mouth, his mouth asking his heart, his attitude was extremely humble. Ji Cheng was furious when he heard this. Ye, good job. He refused to obey after being released. Why was he so blind at that time to choose such a second-generation ancestor as a secret guard? Even if he chose the two brothers Ji Liao and Ji Yuan, they would be better than him.

At this time, the man who was furious with Ji Cheng was carrying a small medicine basket and accompanying Wu Yu to collect herbs on Xiangyun Mountain. Wu Yu wanted to go up the mountain to collect herbs before winter came. If he waited until the frost fell, the herbs would be wasted.

"Who are you anyway? It's not a big deal to follow me all the time, right?"

Wu Yu looked at the handsome man who followed her closely and asked this question for who knows how many times. Ye just didn't say anything and followed her naturally, which meant that he was determined to follow her.

"He didn't lose his memory, and his brain wasn't damaged, so why is he still not normal? He's not even as good as little Aji!"

Wu Yu was muttering to herself, busy with her work, knowing that it was useless to lament, and could only endure it silently. Ye, who was following behind her, felt a little lost at this moment. He knew who Ah Ji was. For so many days, he could often see that noisy idiot in Muyun Hongxue Garden.

The child followed the old Protector of the Country and the Poison King all day long, asking them to play with him. Sometimes he even clamored for his mother and sister. The entire Muyun Hongxue Garden was not enough for him to torment. He didn't want Wu Yu to compare him with Aji, but he didn't dare to refute Wu Yu.

He spent the whole afternoon with Wu Yu picking herbs. Gradually, he got to know some herbs and would pick some from time to time. Although he was sometimes scolded by Wu Yu, he was very happy and comfortable. He even forgot his original mission and no longer thought about assassinating Zhang Qiong.

Until one day, the Poison King blocked Ye at Xueluo's new home. Under the moon, Ye was wearing a lavender gown, drinking tea elegantly, relaxing his whole body and mind, enjoying his leisurely life. The Poison King came close to him and just looked at him. He felt uncomfortable being stared at, but he did not stand up, but looked at the Poison King calmly.

"Your movements are elegant and your bearing is extraordinary. You must be from an extraordinary family. Your aura is restrained, your skills are profound, and your kung fu is not bad. There is no one like you in the Central Plains martial arts world. What do you do?"

Ye knew the identity of the Poison King. If he wanted to have his eyes on Wu Yu, he had to get the approval of this old man. So, he stood up gracefully and bowed deeply.

"Ji Wuye, the son of the Marquis of Anping, Da Chong."