The girl's eyes were cold, murderous intent surged, and the red tassel gun in her hand glowed with cold light, pointing directly at the emperor's head.
A shot pierced the center of the eyebrow. The emperor's eyes widened and he moaned slightly. Blood slid down the bridge of his nose, blurring his vision.
Song Huixin looked calm and used some force on his fingertips to slowly turn his wrist.
The emperor's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and his chest was rising and falling. He raised his eyes and stared at the woman in front of him, with indescribable horror in his eyes.
He could even clearly feel the tip of the gun stirring in his bones.
Song Huixin hooked his lips and pulled back the spear with force, letting the blood spurt out and splash on his red armor.
The emperor's breathing was intermittent. He raised his hand and touched it. There was a hollow between his eyebrows, and blood was flowing out.
Looking at the dirt on his hands, the emperor felt his eyes darken, gave out his strength, and fell to the ground.
Even when I took my last breath, I couldn't close my eyes.
Song Huixin looked at him with a dead look on his face. He didn't feel happy that he had avenged his revenge. He just felt that it was an advantage for him to die so easily.
Song Huixin clenched her spear tightly, and tears fell down her cheeks, falling to the ground and mixing with the blood.
Perhaps because he was afraid that his death was not complete enough, Song Huixin raised the spear again and stabbed him hard in the heart. He breathed a sigh of relief until his flesh and blood were blurred.
"If it weren't for the overall situation, how could I keep your body intact?" Song Huixin's eyes were red, and his face was full of hatred, and he whispered, "It doesn't matter if you don't leave your body intact. After all, my father and brother will not let you go in the underworld. It’s yours.”
After finishing his words, Song Huixin withdrew his gaze, turned around and left the hall, leaving only a body that was still warm.
In the palace, Yuan Chi mingled with the crowd and fled in all directions, fearing that Yuan Chen would still follow behind.
Yuan Chi was sweating profusely from exhaustion. He clenched the long sword in his hand and looked around, but he couldn't find his confidant.
When they reached the corner, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out, grabbed Yuan Chi's wrist, and pulled him in forcefully.
"Seeking death!" Yuan Chi shouted coldly and subconsciously raised his sword to strike.
"The eldest prince, you are a slave!" Zhang De turned pale with fright and quickly let go of his hand.
"Zhang De?" Yuan Chi paused, sparks popping up in his eyes, "You just ran faster than a mouse, and now you still have the nerve to appear in front of me?"
Seeing that he was angry, Zhang De hurriedly explained, "First Prince, please calm down. I don't know martial arts. I wanted to go out to bring reinforcements, but I didn't expect that the Fourth Prince's people were outside. I had no choice but to hide and run away. If you don’t go to the Heart Cultivation Hall, I can only silently pray in my heart that nothing will happen to you!”
Yuan Chi looked at his flattering face and snorted coldly, "It's best this way, if I know you have second thoughts..."
Seeing him retracting his sword, Zhang De wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "Don't dare, I don't dare. I only think about the eldest prince, how could I betray him?"
Yuan Chi straightened his expression, grabbed him, and whispered, "Go find General Lin and tell him to lead the troops to retreat. The situation has become difficult and it is not appropriate to fight again today."
Zhang De shrank his neck, with a look of horror on his face, and murmured, "First Prince, this servant doesn't know how to do martial arts..."
"Go if you are told!" Yuan Chi shouted angrily and kicked his knee, "Hurry up!"
Zhang De felt pain, raised his hands to cover his knees, and responded quickly, "Yes... I will go right now..."
"Where are you going, big brother?"
Yuan Chen's deep voice came from behind, and the two of them paused.
Yuan Chi turned around stiffly, his eyes happened to meet Yuan Chen's, and his breathing became a little heavier.
Yuan Chen did not come alone, he was accompanied by Lian Yan who was wearing silver armor and holding a long sword.
Yuan Chi raised his eyebrows faintly, with no hint of panic on his face, "What a coincidence, my fourth brother found me again."
Yuan Chen looked at him with a cold expression, and his eyes were cold, "I won't let you escape this time."
Yuan Chi sneered, his eyes wandering between the two of them, "I was still wondering where you moved so many people after living in the capital for a long time. It turns out you joined the Lian family."
"You have successfully escorted the troops today and annihilated the rebels. My father will definitely use you again in the future. Are you very proud now?"
Yuan Chen looked at him with pity in his eyes.
Seeing his look, Yuan Chi paused and immediately broke his guard, "What's that look in your eyes? Are you pitying me?"
Yuan Chen curled his lips, his eyes sharp, "Brother Emperor, after all... I still want to thank you."
Yuan Chi was puzzled, frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Without your ruthless plot, there would be no chance for me." Yuan Chen said in a low voice with a faint smile on his lips, "What I want is destined to be mine."
Yuan Chi is not stupid, on the contrary, he is somewhat clever.
After hearing Yuan Chen's words, he only thought about it for a moment before he figured out the twists and turns, "You want to step on me and get to the top!"
"Wrong." Yuan Chen raised his eyes and spoke slowly, "I want to step on the emperor's corpse and ascend to the throne."
"Are you so confident that you can kill me?" Yuan Chi smiled arrogantly, clenched the sword in his hand, and said loudly, "I will kill you by my sword today. Let's see how you still make fun of me..."
As soon as Yuan Chi's voice hit the ground, there was a tearing pain in his chest.
Yuan Chi paused slightly, lowered his head in disbelief, and saw the tip of the knife coming out of his chest.
"I'm sorry, eldest prince." Zhang De smiled ferociously, pulled out the dagger with all his strength, and lowered his voice, "This slave has been playing tricks on you."
Yuan Chi's body softened and he leaned against the red wall, blood pouring out from the wound on his chest.
"Why..." Yuan Chi looked pale and stared at him with a pair of eagle eyes. He could no longer muster any strength, "You betrayed my father and you betrayed me..."
"When a person lives in this world, the first thing he cares about is his own interests." Zhang De looked at him with a smile and said softly, "This is a human behavior."
After finishing his words, Zhang De looked back at Yuan Chen and smiled respectfully, "Fourth Prince, now that the play is over, what do you promise me to do..."
Yuan Chen lowered his eyes, looked calm, and said lightly, "Don't worry, your adopted son is still fine now. When the dust settles, I will release you from the palace and live a stable life."
Zhang De quickly blessed himself and said in a low voice, "I would like to thank the fourth prince."
Yuan Chen raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on Yuan Chi, who was exhaling more and taking in less air, and said in a deep voice, "It's just..."
"Fourth prince, don't worry. I have been working for the emperor for half my life, and I know that I will never dirty your hands." Zhang De hurriedly agreed, picked up the dagger again, and sealed his throat with a knife.
Seeing Yuan Chi slipping to the ground and swallowing his breath, Yuan Chen felt satisfied. He looked at Lian Yan beside him and turned around to leave.
The melee came to an end, and Yuan Chi became a complete loser.
Walking on the palace corridor, Yuan Chen couldn't help but be curious. He glanced sideways at Lian Yan, his eyes falling on his handsome face. After thinking about it, he finally asked, "Why... why are you here? "(End of chapter)
