The prince supports her, and the reborn princess kills people

When some ministers behind heard this, they immediately turned their horses around and tried to escape quietly.

But when Helan Huayin saw it, he immediately shouted loudly.

"No one is allowed to leave! If anyone leaves, I will ignite the gunpowder!"

Now no one dared to move.

After Gu Wenyu and Gu Beihuai exchanged glances, Gu Wenyu suddenly sighed and advised helplessly.

"Sister, why are you doing this? Not only did you risk your own life, but you also implicated so many innocent people. How about we both take a step back and have a discussion?"

Helan Huayin felt that Gu Wenyu's nonchalant appearance was unreliable, so he took a step back cautiously.

"What do you want to do?"

Gu Wenyu was stunned. How could this backfire? This shouldn't be the case. With his gorgeous face and these few gentle words...

Qiu Ying slapped him on the head and shouted angrily, "Alright, stop using those sweet words you use on other women, they're useless!"

Gu Wenyu hugged his head in grievance and whispered a few words to Qiu Ying silently behind her back. Qiu Ying seemed to notice it and suddenly turned around and glared at him.

Gu Wenyu immediately retreated into the carriage.

Humph, what’s so great about that? If you can do it, go ahead.

You know what, Qiu Ying is really good. At least Shen Qingyan thinks so. After all, women understand women best.

Qingmei and Zhiqing were even more nervous than Shen Qingyan. They kept saying comforting words to soothe her emotions, fearing that she would become too excited.

Gu Beihuai also held her hand all the time, giving her encouragement and comfort.

But Shen Qingyan's emotions did not fluctuate too much, and she was not even afraid at all.

Compared to the way I died in my previous life, being killed by explosives is much more painful.

Of course, if he was really killed by Helan Huayin, it would be quite unfair.

Qiu Ying's gentle voice sounded slowly.

"Princess Huayin, death is not as simple as you think, and it can't solve the problem. It's better to think of some rational solutions that will benefit both you and your brother."

"After all, if you die, your royal brother will have to die too, right?"

Helan Huayin knew this, but he still stiffened his neck and said, "So what? No matter what, my brother will die, so I will be buried with him, and I will take you with me, so that I won't be lonely on the road to the underworld."

"Tsk tsk." Qiu Ying sighed and shook her head, looking very serious. "Speaking of the Yellow Springs Road, I know it well, so I have to talk about it."

“Whether people can go to hell and enter reincarnation is divided into different levels. People like you who are so vicious that you drag everyone to be buried with you will not go with us, but go directly to hell and experience the tortures of the eighteen hells, including the tongue-pulling hell, the scissors hell, the steamer hell, the knife mountain hell, the oil pan hell, etc. Oh, the most terrifying one is the eighteenth level of hell, which is the extremely cruel knife and saw hell, where all your limbs and organs will be sawed off alive. Of course, even if you die, you will still experience pain, and it will be a hundred times more painful than when you are alive…”

She spoke vividly and described in detail the various scenes of punishment in hell. Not only did Helan Huayin not notice that the fire stick in his hand had burned out, but even the people present were stunned by what they heard, as if they were already in hell.

Gu Wenyu touched his chin and seriously suspected that on the way here from their previous life, Qiu Ying took a look at hell.

Suddenly, Qiu Ying clapped his hands, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"I almost forgot that you were killed by gunpowder. Before carrying out these punishments, the little devil has to sew your body up first. Of course, it won't be as painful as the numbing powder. Tsk tsk, your pretty face will look so ugly after being sewn up..."

There was fear in Helan Huayin's eyes. She didn't expect that even death would be more painful than living.

Thinking about it this way, being ignored and despised by her father didn't seem to be such a painful thing. As for her eldest brother...

Maybe this is his fate?

Just as Helan Huayin was stunned, a figure quietly appeared behind her.

It's the monsoon.

Ji Feng moved as fast as lightning and quickly attacked Helan Huayin.

Unexpectedly, Helan Huayin's reaction was also very fast. He reacted immediately, without lighting the fire stick, and even ignoring the sword stabbing from behind Ji Feng, he aimed at the gunpowder at his waist while rubbing the flint.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

Can Monsoon succeed?

Can he catch up with the speed at which fire ignites the gunpowder?

At the critical moment, Ji Feng's sword pierced Helan Huayin's back.

Another figure came quickly and poured a basin of water on Helan Huayin with a splash.

The flame created by the flint was extinguished instantly.

What was even more coincidental was that from the roof not far away, a sharp arrow broke through the air and hit Helan Huayin in the chest.

Blocked from three sides, Helan Huayin was not only attacked from both sides, but was also drenched like a drowned rat, with all his gunpowder soaked.

This thrilling life-and-death situation was easily resolved.

Shufeng held the basin of water in one hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the other.

"It was a close call. Fortunately, we made it in time."

Helan Huayin's body was crumbling, and she slowly fell down like a butterfly whose life was gradually fading away.

The red clothes were set against the blood, which splattered all over the road. It was beautiful and sad, and the people who saw it felt regretful.

That sharp arrow hit Helan Huayin's vital point, accelerating the passing of her life.

"Seventh sister!!!"

Helan Huahu struggled to rush over and roared when he saw Helan Huayin lying on the ground and gradually losing his life.

Helan Huayin still had a little hearing left, but when she heard the voice, she no longer had the strength to look at Helan Huahu.

Before she lost all consciousness, she was even wondering, if she died, would she have to go through the torture of the eighteen levels of hell as Qiu Ying said?

Finally, her last sense of hearing was gone, and her life no longer had the chance to blossom brilliantly.

Except for Helan Huayin's roar that turned into crying, everyone else had mixed feelings and remained silent.

"Boom~"

A muffled thunder in the sky brought everyone back from their emotions.

I don't know when the sky darkened and it was about to rain.

The strong smell of blood penetrated Shen Qingyan's nose, and she couldn't help but want to retch.

Seeing this, Gu Beihuai immediately ordered Shufeng and the others to deal with the bodies, check if there was any gunpowder nearby, and have everyone return home as soon as possible.

Shen Qingyan's discomfort did not improve until they were far away from Chang'an Street.

Seeing a life slip away before your eyes is a very complicated feeling.

But there was no way. This was Helan Huayin's own choice. For the sake of the people on Chang'an Street, for their lives and those of the ministers, they had to do this.

When we returned to the palace, it was already dark and it started to rain.

The lights in the mansion had already been lit, but Shen Qingyan somehow felt uneasy until the well-informed Qingmei brought back a piece of news.