"Your subordinate is here!"
Qingyu and Qinglei appeared in the study simultaneously, kneeling and saluting.
"Take this king's token, go to the secret stronghold, gather the remaining Fengxuan Army, and prepare for expedition!"
Ye Lingyuan said, throwing out his personal tiger tally.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Qingyu and Qinglei took the token and hastily withdrew from the study.
Ye Lingyuan took a deep breath and said, "Lin'er, I'm going to kill someone. Are you coming?"
Zi Linling understood his mood at the moment, because she also wanted to kill someone.
She said decisively, "Yes! Why wouldn't I?"
Ye Lingyuan was furious, and Zi Linling was also furious.
The two walked together, and in the blink of an eye, they appeared at Qu Mansion.
Qu Yunpeng was feasting and playing with a group of his wives and concubines when he felt a sharp pain in his neck.
He instinctively reached to touch it, only to find his vision rapidly falling.
"Ah..."
The wives and concubines turned pale, letting out a series of piercing screams.
At this moment, a clean cut on Qu Yunpeng's neck gushed blood like a fountain.
He had no breath before he even saw his killer.
Zi Linling's surgical knife was incredibly clean, without a trace of blood.
Ye Lingyuan cast a cold glance at Qu Yunpeng, who lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, and turned to leave Qu Mansion.
Zi Linling followed closely behind.
Behind them, Qu Yunpeng's head and body suddenly exploded.
Mangled flesh and blood splattered everywhere, even splashing onto the wives and concubines.
Ye Lingyuan was truly enraged this time. The two hundred thousand Fengxuan Army and the fate of Mu Qingyan unknown had greatly amplified his killing intent.
He wanted to make those with ulterior motives tremble by reducing Qu Yunpeng to ashes.
While Qu Mansion descended into chaos, the Prime Minister's Mansion also welcomed two grim reapers.
Zi Linling lopped off Mo Youwei's head with a single stroke, and Ye Lingyuan, using the same method, reduced Mo Youwei to dust.
Thus, the Prime Minister's Mansion and Qu Mansion were filled with hope, screams, and cries, a complete mess.
But Ye Lingyuan and Zi Linling, the instigators, did not linger, turning and leaving.
As if everything that had happened behind them had nothing to do with them.
"Lin'er, it's time to find the main culprit!"
Even after killing two people, Ye Lingyuan's anger burned even more fiercely.
"Let's go!"
Zi Linling said nothing more.
A simple word exposed the rage in her heart.
Mu Qingyan and the two hundred thousand Fengxuan Army were indeed Ye Lingyuan's people, but the moment she agreed to marry Ye Lingyuan, these people had come under her wing, becoming those she had to protect.
Furthermore, if Ye Lingyuan had not left Tianqi Kingdom to help her find her father, then even if Ye Moyuan had been given ten thousand times the courage, he would not have dared to scheme against these people. This was the reason for the casualties and disappearances of these people, and she bore some responsibility.
Therefore, she had to seek justice for these people together with Ye Lingyuan.
Now, with Ye Lingyuan and Zi Linling's cultivation, it was effortless.
In fact, from killing Qu Yunpeng to killing Mo Youwei, and then to the Imperial Study, the two took less than three breaths.
Therefore, Emperor Ye Moyuan received no news at all, let alone any opportunity to scheme.
In the Imperial Study, Ye Moyuan was annotating the memorials on his imperial desk.
Suddenly, his heart lurched violently, startling him so much that the vermilion brush in his hand fell onto the table.
He was about to call for Xue Lang when he felt a chill approaching, and then, two figures exuding killing intent appeared before him.
"Ye... Ye Lingyuan, Zi... Zi Linling, what do you want?"
Ye Moyuan's voice trembled, the dense killing intent like knives, slicing at his body.
Ye Lingyuan stared at him, his eyes icy, but he remained silent.
Zi Linling's surgical knife clattered onto the imperial desk and she said coldly, "Ye Moyuan, you haven't kept a single word of what I said back then in mind!"
Ye Moyuan was startled and stammered, "W-what words?"
Zi Linling sneered, "It seems His Majesty is truly forgetful, not even remembering words crucial to his own life! Since that's the case, I'll help you recall!"
As she spoke, a silver needle appeared in her hand, and she fiercely plunged it towards Ye Moyuan's hand.
Her acupuncture technique was unique, capable of magnifying pain tenfold.
Moreover, with her current cultivation, Ye Moyuan could not dodge it at all.
Just as the silver needle was about to pierce Ye Moyuan's hand, a figure appeared behind him.
This figure was Ye Moyuan's third uncle, Ye Shenghan.
Ye Shenghan roared, "How dare you!"
A cold smile flashed in Zi Linling's eyes, and the silver needle in her hand continued its descent, landing on Ye Moyuan's hand.
Ye Moyuan let out a shrill scream.
"Seeking death!"
Ye Shenghan lunged at Zi Linling, his palm, imbued with spiritual energy, striking towards her.
Ye Lingyuan was about to act when he heard Zi Linling's telepathic message: "Don't interfere!"
As the words fell, Ye Shenghan was sent flying as if he were a perfectly cooked lobster, crashing into the wall of the Imperial Study.
"Pfft!"
Ye Shenghan spat out a mouthful of blood and could no longer stand.
Because the kick Zi Linling delivered had crippled his dantian.
"You... you... pfft..."
Ye Shenghan pointed at Zi Linling in disbelief, spitting out another mouthful of blood.
He simply couldn't comprehend how Zi Linling, who was at the same realm as him, could cripple him so easily.
"Uncle Han!"
Ye Moyuan cried out in shock, his eyes filled with rage.
He worried for Ye Shenghan but was utterly helpless.
Although Zi Linling's needle had pierced his hand, for some unknown reason, it had also sealed all the spiritual energy in his body.
Therefore, he himself was now a lamb to the slaughter, completely unable to resist.
"I'm speaking with your master, what right do you have to interrupt!"
Zi Linling coldly reprimanded and then addressed the other side of the study, "You, get out here too!"
"Alas!"
With a faint sigh, Ye Shengxiao also stepped out.
He did not look at Zi Linling, but instead addressed Ye Lingyuan, "Lingyuan, do you truly intend to kill your emperor?"
Ye Lingyuan let out a sarcastic laugh, "Second Uncle, you still intend to protect him?"
"He is the current Emperor!" Ye Shengxiao said helplessly.
"Emperor? Haha!"
Ye Lingyuan's killing intent surged, "So what if he's the Emperor? Does the Emperor have the right to trample on lives and disregard the lives of two hundred thousand people?"
Ye Shengxiao said calmly, "If the sovereign wishes the subject to die, the subject must die!"
Ye Lingyuan's eyes turned red, "Do you know that those two hundred thousand Fengxuan Army, although left to me by my father, were guarding his empire!"