After rebirth, tear the black-hearted husband to pieces and step on the evil mother-in-law

Zhu Xianzhi didn't notice it and continued to point at Jiang Chi and curse him.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a cold wind and blizzard seemed to pass through Prince An's eyes. He raised his palm through the prison bars and hit Zhu Xianzhi in the chest.

Zhu Xianzhi, who was cursing vigorously, was unexpectedly sent flying backwards more than ten feet away. His back hit the wall heavily, and he fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

This scene made Lin Luoling stunned. She had never seen Prince An so angry, and she didn't know that Prince An actually knew martial arts.

Marquis Yongning gradually came back to his senses after his dark side was exposed. He turned his head slowly in shock and looked at Prince An and asked, "How can Your Highness Prince An have such a deep inner strength?"

When the old marquis was young, he followed his father to the battlefield. Although his martial arts were not as domineering as Marquis Ningyuan, he also practiced martial arts since he was young. He was very good at spear and stick, but his internal strength was insufficient. As a result, he was defeated three times in a row in the battlefield against the northern border and almost lost his life.

After that, the old marquis never went to the battlefield again, but was rewarded by the late emperor with the rank of assistant minister of the fourth rank and fifth rank of military affairs, in charge of infantry affairs.

The old marquis had always been worried about his lack of internal strength and talent for martial arts, so when Yongning Hou and Zhu Jingzhong were young, he invited famous teachers to teach them martial arts.

It's just that the two brothers had no talent for martial arts, so later the old marquis had to accept his fate and let the two brothers give up martial arts and pursue literature.

Therefore, although Marquis Yongning did not have a natural talent for martial arts, he had seen famous teachers with high martial arts skills and internal strength, and knew what it was like when they made moves.

Judging from the fact that Prince An just sent Zhu Xianzhi flying with one palm strike, if there were no wall, Zhu Xianzhi would have been sent flying backwards at least three feet away.

Such inner strength would be difficult to achieve even with the famous teacher hired by the old marquis.

Marquis Yongning knew one thing clearly: Prince An had been raised in the Empress Dowager's palace since he was a child, and the Empress Dowager had sent a secret agent to serve the Empress Dowager.

The secret agent was specifically responsible for monitoring Prince An. If Prince An practiced martial arts, how could the secret agent not know?

It was difficult for Prince An to hide his illness from the Queen's discerning eyes. Practicing martial arts is not like reading books or writing. It requires diligent practice and it is impossible to do nothing.

Yongning Hou couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness Prince An actually knows martial arts? It looks like he has been practicing martial arts for at least fifteen years. How did Your Highness Prince An keep it secret so well?"

Prince An did not intend to explain the doubts of Marquis Yongning, but glared at Zhu Xianzhi and said:

"Even if tomorrow is the day you die, I will not allow you to humiliate Ling'er in the slightest."

Prince An stood with his hands behind his back, glared at Jiang Chi and said, "Sew up this despicable villain who is worse than pigs and dogs."

Jiang Chi had unfurled his fan and waved it gently, with a look of anticipation on his face. He said with a smile, "Your Highness Prince An is right. I will sew it up myself later and make sure his mouth is tightly closed."

Prince An said no more, but grasped Lin Luoling's hand, and said in a voice as gentle as a spring, carrying a hint of warmth: "It seems that you need to go back to the palace with me."

Looking at Lin Luoling's back as she was about to leave, Zhu Xianzhi shouted unwillingly, "Lin Luoling, except for me, no one else in the Tianqi Kingdom can satisfy your impolite request of marrying only a wife and not taking a concubine.

You have already married me, even if you and I are not actually husband and wife, so what? If you marry again, you will be a second wife.

Your Lin family is at best a half-royal merchant. Even if you are the only daughter of the Lin family, even if you are an unmarried woman, you are not qualified to be the Princess of An. Moreover, you are a second-married woman. It is purely wishful thinking for you to want to be the Princess of An. His Majesty will not agree..."

Before Zhu Xianzhi could finish his words, Prince An suddenly stopped, turned his head slightly, and glanced at Zhu Xianzhi out of the corner of his eye, as if a cold sharp blade was flying out.

He said without hesitation: "This prince will only marry Ling'er in this life, and no other woman will ever compete with her for favor. Whether she can become the Princess of An is not decided by you, but by this prince."

Zhu Xianzhi was speechless. He didn't understand why Prince An chose Lin Luoling, a second-married woman, instead of so many noble ladies.

In Zhu Xianzhi's eyes, apart from being the richest man in Jingxuzhou, Lin was completely useless in assisting Prince An in inheriting the throne of crown prince. The imperial family had always been a place of mutual exchange of interests, and it was common for fathers and sons and brothers to kill each other, not to mention the love between men and women.

In his mind, for a prince, a princess must have a strong maternal family so that they can support each other. Being a concubine is also profitable. The remaining women either have extraordinary looks or graceful figures. They are just beauties for fun. Where can there be true feelings?

Lin Luoling has an extraordinary appearance, a graceful figure, and a natural body fragrance, but these are not enough to make Prince An so obsessed with Lin Luoling and choose her to be his Princess An.

He can't understand...

Looking at Prince An and Lin Luoling walking away side by side, Zhu Xianzhi lay on the ground, still not coming to his senses and not figuring it out.

But Marquis Yongning was surprised to see that Jiang Chi actually knew the art of bone shrinking. He stepped over the prison fence which was as wide as a fist and teleported in front of Zhu Xianzhi like a shadow. It was unknown when the Feng Shui fan disappeared from Jiang Chi's hand. Jiang Chi was seen holding a needle and thread and quickly sewed Zhu Xianzhi's mouth tightly.

From the moment he put the needle in to the moment he finished sewing, it was so fast that Zhu Xianzhi didn't even make a sound.

Jiang Chi took out a handkerchief from his sleeve pocket and wiped his hands while saying with regret: "My hands haven't touched dirty things for a long time. It seems I have to wash them thoroughly when I get home."

After the voice fell, Jiang Chi shouted: "Come here, pack up the Marquis of Yongning and this filthy fellow and take them out for me."

Just as Marquis Yongning was about to ask where Jiang Chi was taking them, he saw Jiang Chi appear outside the prison bars like a shadow, waving his Feng Shui fan lazily, and several jailers came in carrying two boxes.

Just now, Marquis Yongning was still impressed by Prince An's internal strength and martial arts. After seeing Jiang Chi's shadow-like teleportation and bone-shrinking skills, he was even more shocked. He had never seen such martial arts before.

The prison door was opened, and the Marquis of Yongning was caught by the jailer. He struggled and shouted, "What are you going to do? I am the Marquis of Yongning. Even if I have to be executed, it must be granted by Your Majesty personally..."

But before he could finish shouting, the jailer blocked his mouth with a piece of rag, and only “Mmmm” sounds could be heard.

Then Jiang Chi's voice exploded in Yongning Marquis's ears, "Of course I will send you to the underworld."

Marquis Yongning discovered in panic that it seemed that only he heard Jiang Chi's voice, and Zhu Xianzhi and the jailer did not hear it at all.

Several jailers were very skillful. They tied up the hands and feet of Yongning Hou and Zhu Xianzhi like dead pigs and threw them into the box.

It was pitch black, which magnified Yongning Hou and Zhu Xianzhi's fear of death countless times. However, their hands and feet were tied, so they could only hit the box with their backs.