"Xiang Minghou? Are you sure it's Xiang Minghou?" Prince Wan was shocked and looked at Wan Weizhi.
"Father, what's wrong?"
Prince Wan's expression changed slightly and he looked at Zhang Mao.
"I'll send a message back to Dongsi right away." Zhang Mao's expression also became solemn.
"Father, what happened?" Wan Weizhi was puzzled.
"Ten years ago, the fifth prince and his consort went on a mission to Beili, and the seventh princess accompanied them. I never expected that the seventh princess and his consort would never come back." Tears and cruelty flashed across the eyes of Prince Wan.
"Didn't you say that you met robbers in Beili back then?" Wan Weizhi also attended the funeral of the seventh princess and the prince-in-law. No bones were left, and the royal tomb was built by the royal family.
"What robber? It's just an excuse to silence everyone. Your seventh aunt and the consort died at the hands of Xiang Minghou." Prince Wan clenched his fists.
Wan Weizhi was surprised: "Seriously?"
"How do you think a general with great military exploits was seriously injured and stripped of his nationality? If Emperor Beili didn't deal with Xiang Minghou, it would be difficult to calm Dong Si's anger, but he didn't expect that he was still alive because of his hard bones." Prince Wan Filled with hatred, his joints creaked.
Wan Weizhi had always wanted Ye Qianning's life. He never thought that there was such a connection between them. With a stern face, he scolded: "It seems that the road between enemies is really narrow. If you add old and new grudges together, it's definitely not the case." Let them get out alive."
"It doesn't matter how much money you spend. Not only do you want to get the Xiaozhuan back on the sea, but you also want to save the lives of Marquis Ming and his daughter." Prince Wan said with a hint of ferociousness.
"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away." Wan Weizhi stood up and left.
Prince Wan raised his eyes and landed on Room 2 on the fourth floor, with a sinister light in his eyes.
Upstairs, Ye Qianning had breakfast and finished cleaning up. As soon as he opened the door and stood in front of the railing, he was greeted by a murderous gaze. When he lowered his eyes, he saw the ferocious face of Prince Wan.
Tsk, what a bad luck!
She raised her little hand to make a knife with her thumb and slashed it across her neck. Her expression was arrogant and full of provocation.
Prince Wan saw the murderous intent in Ye Qianning's eyes that was not concealed at all. Then the next second, the murderous intent in his eyes turned into rage. He raised his hand and picked up the cup on the table and threw it towards the fourth floor.
Rowan turned his five fingers, and a flying knife came out at an extremely fast speed. The cup that flew up was passed through by the flying knife, and was instantly carried by the flying knife and smashed in the original direction.
"bump"
The flying knife landed on the table in front of Lord Wan, and the thick table was penetrated, and the cup fell into pieces the moment it landed on the table.
'Click' 'Click'
Seven or eight cracks appeared on the thick ancient wooden table, which spread to the entire tabletop.
"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Wan Lingling was sleeping soundly on the table, when the table suddenly shook and woke her up.
At the same time, the movement here also attracted everyone's attention, and they all looked towards Lord Wan.
The most eye-catching thing was the flying knife that pierced the table. It was very bright and conspicuous. Anyone who knew kung fu could tell at a glance that the person who made the move was definitely a practitioner.
The table was not falling apart, but it was not far from falling apart.
The power control is so precise. From this alone, you can know that this person is not something ordinary guards can reach.
When the flying knife came over, Prince Wan hurriedly took a few steps back. At this moment, he looked at the flying knife, not to mention how ugly his face was, and stared fiercely upward.
"Your Majesty."
Zhang Mao came quickly, his eyes swept across the table and landed on top.
Ye Qianning bent over slightly and lay lazily on the railing, smiling.
(End of chapter)
