Jiang's father returned without success and felt depressed.
When he got home, he was scolded by Jiang De'er.
Jiang De'er put his hands on his waist, pointed at Father Jiang's nose and cursed:
"If you can't do such a small thing well, why am I raising a loser like you?"
Father Jiang shrank and hesitated to defend himself, "It's Jiang Yanning..."
Jiang De'er didn't stop at all, "That's not the good son you raised!"
"You also know that Jiang Yanning has been around since he was a child..."
It was okay when I was a child, but later on I became more and more disobedient to discipline.
If he was beaten or scolded, he would not be able to resist, so he would just endure it in silence and look at them with a sad look in his eyes.
It seemed that they had done something that outraged both humans and gods.
"Bitch, how dare you talk back!"
Jiang De'er kicked Jiang's father to the ground, grabbed something on the table and hit it.
"ah--"
Father Jiang screamed, and the servants guarding outside the yard were startled by the scream.
It wasn't because Jiang's father was frightened by the beating, but because the sound came too suddenly.
The servants stood numbly, listening to the beatings and shouts coming from inside.
As a woman, there are always times when you can't control your emotions.
When you are angry, it is normal to beat up your own man.
As long as you apologize properly afterwards, everyone will still love each other and be a family.
Jiang's father had slap marks on his face, and a little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He must have slapped him with a little more force.
He covered his face with a handkerchief and limped out of the study.
He happened to bump into Jiang Yanrong's father. He was dressed seductively, twisted his waist and said in surprise:
"Oh, second brother-in-law, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Yanrong's father covered his mouth in surprise, "Did you quarrel with the second sister?"
Father Jiang glared at him resentfully, trying to cause harm with his eyes.
The latter straightened his back, with pride and ridicule in his eyes.
"Second brother-in-law, what's in your eyes? It's so scary."
He leaned over and said provocatively: "Second brother-in-law, don't worry, I'll help you persuade the second sister..."
After saying that, Jiang Yanrong's father twisted his waist and walked away.
Jiang's father hated him so much, but he couldn't do anything.
This slutty bitch! -
A mansion somewhere in the capital.
A woman in black with a hood asked:
"Where is Mo Qin?"
The person standing behind her answered and gave the answer.
The hooded woman sighed inexplicably, "She's really fast."
After the evaluation, she smiled to herself again and said happily:
"Hurry to die, of course you have to be faster, the faster the better!"
"Dreaming about making great achievements, I rushed to the Palace of the King of Hell as fast as I could. I really thought that I had no plan left, hahahahaha..."
With a strong force, the woman crushed the cup in her hand.
"Mo Qin, let me see how crazy you are this time!"
Those who came to report did not dare to raise their eyes and wanted to bury their heads deeper.
I'm afraid the master is crazy.
It wasn't normal before...it was even more normal after escaping from prison.
The subordinate was still making arrangements in his mind when her master suddenly spoke again.
"Send a message to Ren Jing, be sure to save Mo Qin's life on the battlefield. No, it's best to capture her alive! Torture her well!"
The subordinate broke out in a cold sweat, "Yes!"
After receiving the instructions, the subordinates left.
Before the woman could finish being happy, another piece of news came.
It was bad news from Jiang Mansion.
After the woman read the note, her eyes turned sinister and she crumpled the note in her hand.
The person who was laughing just now changed his expression again and began to curse:
"Useless trash!"
subordinate:"……"
If she hadn't been unable to leave, she would have run away long ago.
Who wants to follow a madman!
There is no future at first glance.
The people who are still working for her are either caught, or they are fed poison and have no choice but to follow.
The number of people who sincerely sacrificed their lives for her can be counted on one hand.
Mo Yang went crazy for a while before he started assigning tasks again.
-
"Cough cough cough!"
The emperor held his desk and coughed hard, as if he wanted to cough out all his internal organs.
Suddenly a sweet and fishy feeling surged into his throat.
She subconsciously covered her mouth with her hands, and a warm current fell on her palms.
The emperor's hands trembled and he pulled his palms away. A flash of bright red was particularly dazzling.
The emperor, who had seen hell on earth and stepped on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, felt an unfamiliar fear in his heart.
Faced with the sword countless times, hovering on the edge of death.
This was the first time she felt panic, and it was also the closest she came to death and being unable to escape.
"Ahem..."
She coughed again and her legs seemed to lose strength.
The old emperor slumped down on the chair. She looked out the window at the setting sun, with red flaming clouds floating in the sky.
The emperor regretted a little.
She shouldn't have sent Mo Qin out.
She overestimated her physical condition. If Mo Qin didn't come back in time, there would be another bloody storm.
The emperor immediately called for people to prepare the decree in secret.
She wanted to bring Mo Qin back.
That night, someone came out of the palace carrying the newly issued imperial edict and hurried out of the city.
In the darkness, a group of people followed quietly.
call out--
The arrow pierced the night sky, and a flash of silver light flashed.
The messenger, who was riding a fast horse and carrying an imperial edict, realized the arrow was already too late.
Before she could turn around, she was shot through the heart by an arrow.
thump--
The messenger tightened his grip on the reins, but in the end he fell under the horse. The horse did not know whether it was frightened or unable to stop, and galloped forward.
As the chaotic sound of horse hooves approached, a group of people slipped off their horses and groped for a while before they could close their eyes, and found what they were looking for.
In the night, someone made a gesture, and two people dragged the body toward the depths of the trees, while the others mounted their horses and returned the same way.
-
Mo Yang read the imperial edict as if it was an obscure poem.
She stretched out her hand and placed Emperor Ming's imperial edict on the fire. The flames licked the silk and the fireworks were high.
Such a large piece of imperial edict took a long time to burn out.
Moyang looked at Huo, not knowing who he was talking to:
"Mother Queen, I am really kind to you."
She said to herself, "It doesn't matter, you two loving mother and daughter can still be companions on the road to hell..."
"How good. Don't be afraid."
Battle reports from the border areas were continuously sent to the capital.
When Mo Qin arrived at the border gate, the border gate had already lost three cities in a row.
Perhaps this future monarch did have some general talents. It didn't take long before good news came back from the border.
Under the leadership of the future prince, they won the first battle.
Next…
No one in the court had time to pay attention to the next news.
Because the emperor, who originally seemed to be able to survive for a long time, suddenly became seriously ill and became bedridden.
Everyone in the court was panicked for a moment.
For several days, even the morning court was gone.
The emperor summoned several old ministers into the palace, as if to arrange matters after his death.
Before the sickbed, the emperor was wearing a thick coat and his face was pale.
"I am calling you all to come here today. I believe you all know what is going on."
"..."
"I don't have much time left, and the princess has not returned to the court yet. If... we still need a few people to temporarily handle the affairs of the court, cough cough cough..."
(End of chapter)
