"National Preceptor, people from Sheng Qi Kingdom have entered!"
Chu Ming waved his hand, and his subordinates retreated.
Just then, Yue Bei Yang walked out of the darkness. This was a secret passage between the National Preceptor's mansion and the Second Prince's palace, through which they had been communicating privately.
Yue Bei Yang had not heard the previous report and naturally did not know why Chu Ming's face was filled with joy at this moment.
During this period, Xing Zhan had held all power, effectively imprisoning them. The Second Prince's palace was heavily guarded, indicating Xing Zhan's deep distrust of Yue Bei Yang.
He was waiting. Once Qin Jiu Jiu's child was born, Yue Bei Yang would no longer be allowed to live.
How could Chu Ming let him succeed?
Anzhou was not his homeland to begin with. They were originally from Sheng Qi Kingdom. Now, by informing their motherland of this secret location, it would be killing two birds with one stone: avenging his elder brother and returning to his mother country.
The smile on Chu Ming's face did not fade. His tone was also more amiable than before, "Things have changed outside..."
Yue Bei Yang's expression shifted drastically. "Could it be that those people were your doing?"
Before coming here, he was naturally aware of the commotion outside the palace. It was for this reason that he chose to contact Chu Ming at this time. He had never expected it to actually be related to him.
"It seems this place will soon be washed in blood..."
He spoke as if discussing an amusing matter, his smile only growing, appearing incredibly eerie in the darkness. Yue Bei Yang's pupils contracted. This man was becoming more and more insane.
Yue Bei Yang quickly entered the secret passage and returned to the Second Prince's palace.
At this moment, there were no guards outside the palace. It was unusually quiet, and a heavy scent of blood filled the air. He opened the palace door and, as expected, found everyone lying in pools of blood, their deaths gruesome and terrifying.
Suddenly, he seemed to recall something and quickly called out, "Wu Han!"
Wu Han instantly appeared before him.
"Master!"
"What is the situation in Lan Dian?"
Wu Han shook his head. Clearly, he had remained here and had not been to Lan Dian.
"The guards at Lan Dian are very strict, it should be..." Before he could finish, his peripheral vision caught Yue Bei Yang's cold expression and the expanse of red visible within his gaze.
Wu Han's lips twitched, and he said no more.
Yue Bei Yang had already walked out. Seeing this, Wu Han quickly followed. The master and servant saw countless bodies along the way, all lying in disarray in pools of blood, an overwhelming sight of red.
Yue Bei Yang's steps became more urgent. His heart and mind were in chaos. At this moment, his only thought was to reach Lan Dian as quickly as possible. However, there were two people in Lan Dian, and he did not know who he was more concerned about. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Before they reached Lan Dian, they saw Xing Zhan, sword in hand.
To reach Lan Dian, one had to pass through the heart of the Yue royal palace – the place where the King of Yue held court, the palace where the King's throne was located.
The long sword in Xing Zhan's hand was already stained with blood. Droplets of blood gathered from the sword and dripped onto the ground, one by one.
The palace doors were open, so Yue Bei Yang, standing outside, could clearly see Xing Zhan's figure moving towards the throne with his sword.
Xing Zhan, being a martial artist, naturally discovered their presence quickly. Yue Bei Yang stood outside the palace, squinting at his back. Suddenly, Xing Zhan turned around, his face filled with madness.
"Yue Bei Yang?" His face was full of confusion, and even his tone of questioning was filled with disbelief.
Xing Zhan stopped walking forward and instead shouted at Yue Bei Yang, "This is my throne, none of you will snatch it from me!"
Yue Bei Yang suddenly stepped forward and entered the hall.
The opulent hall exposed the expression on Xing Zhan's face. Yue Bei Yang stopped in front of him and then asked, "What about Lan Dian?"
His voice was low, and the sword in his hand seemed eager to move. His gaze towards Xing Zhan was filled with threat.
Upon hearing this, Xing Zhan's expression remained unchanged. "Lan Dian? Everyone in Lan Dian is long dead!"
Hearing this, Yue Bei Yang's eyes suddenly turned crimson. He grabbed Xing Zhan by the neck and said fiercely, "Didn't you send people to surround Lan Dian?"
He clearly knew that those people could not defend Lan Dian, but he did not want to admit it, as if there was still a possibility of survival for those inside Lan Dian.
Just then, a great commotion suddenly erupted from outside, and many people rushed in, surrounding them.
The three of them were trapped in the middle. With nowhere to retreat except the gilded throne behind them, Yue Bei Yang's gaze remained fixed on Xing Zhan. Wu Han stood beside him, holding his sword in a defensive posture.
Suddenly, a man's laughter echoed from outside the palace, and their gazes all fell upon the entrance.
A scar-faced man was walking into the hall. In his hands were clearly Xing Ru and Yue Nan Sang!
All three were shocked. Xing Zhan suddenly exclaimed, "Ru'er, you're not dead?" His tone was filled with disbelief, but immediately followed by a hint of joy. He looked at her abdomen, completely forgetting that the people of Anzhou had been massacred.
Anzhou had been annihilated!
Yue Nan Sang and Xing Ru's mouths were both gagged, rendering them speechless. The man, holding one in each hand, dragged them into the hall.
"National Preceptor!" the scar-faced man suddenly called out towards the outside of the palace. Chu Ming's figure appeared at the entrance. He was dressed in black, and his presence seemed to block out the light.
"System, is it reaching a critical moment?"
"Host, be extra careful!"
"My good nephew is also here... Is it for this King of Yue's throne, or for these two women?"
Chu Ming walked up to the scar-faced man and shifted his gaze to Yue Bei Yang. His eyes were sharp, as if he was genuinely seeking an answer to this question from Yue Bei Yang.
"Chu Ming, the Emperor has ordered that only one person from Anzhou should remain alive, and that is the little princess of Anzhou. I want to know, which of these two is the princess!"
Just after these words, Qin Jiu Jiu clearly saw a cold glint appear behind Yue Bei Yang. In the light shining from the palace, Xing Zhan's sword suddenly flashed.
Qin Jiu Jiu's emotions were stirred, but her mouth was gagged, and she clearly could not speak.
Yue Bei Yang's gaze fell upon Xing Ru. His cold eyes slightly opened, contemplating something. Yue Nan Sang's gaze fell upon Chu Ming. The information exchanged between them was immense. Her face turned ashen, leaving only her eyes staring intently at the person in front of her.
The sword pierced directly into Yue Bei Yang's chest. Wu Han reacted instinctively and thrust his sword towards Xing Zhan.
As Xing Zhan retreated, the sword was pulled from Yue Bei Yang's chest. He coughed up blood, a shocking sight. Qin Jiu Jiu's mind suddenly flashed with the scene of Xie Jing's death in the original plot.
Her eyes instantly turned red, staring intently at Xie Jing.
Things happened so suddenly that she easily broke free from the scar-faced man's control and quickly ran towards Yue Bei Yang.
If the sword had been aimed just three inches further, it would have pierced his heart.
Qin Jiu Jiu rushed over and hugged Xie Jing. In the original plot, Xing Ru had taken this sword for Yue Bei Yang.
Because of her actions, this part of the plot had been altered.
"Move aside!" Chu Ming said coldly. At some point, he had already reached Yue Bei Yang. Qin Jiu Jiu moved aside slightly and watched as he placed a black pill into Yue Bei Yang's mouth.
His bleeding quickly stopped. Qin Jiu Jiu breathed a sigh of relief. Xing Zhan, with his eyes open, lay slumped on the throne, a horrifying sight.
"Chu Ming! I told you, I only want the princess!"
The scar-faced man was clearly growing impatient. Chu Ming did not speak but looked at Qin Jiu Jiu, a smile suddenly appearing on his face.
Qin Jiu Jiu and Yue Nan Sang's hands were not bound. The scar-faced man had only gagged their mouths, and the threat was the sword in his hand. Now, Qin Jiu Jiu had regained her freedom.
Yue Nan Sang had figured everything out. Her eyes were filled with crimson. Chu Ming and Su Mu had killed everyone in Anzhou!
"Host, Yue Nan Sang will run out and commit suicide soon! You must stop her!"
The thought of Su Mu made Yue Nan Sang feel as if her heart was being squeezed so tightly she couldn't breathe. She scanned everyone in the hall and suddenly struck the scar-faced man with a palm. He was caught completely off guard and was naturally sent flying.
Yue Nan Sang ran towards the exit of the hall. Qin Jiu Jiu quickly followed her out. Everything happened so suddenly that the scar-faced man recovered and quickly shouted, "Why aren't you chasing them!"
"Sang Sang! Don't!"
Yue Nan Sang stood on the city wall, clad in white mourning attire, her sleeves fluttering, like an immortal about to ascend.
Yue Nan Sang looked down at the city wall. Snow was falling, landing in the pools of blood and gradually melting.
The blood was a dazzling red. Yue Nan Sang closed her eyes, Su Mu's image appearing in her mind. She made to jump, when suddenly she heard Qin Jiu Jiu say, "Do you believe Su Mu is that kind of man?"
The words pulled Yue Nan Sang back from the brink of hell.
"..."