There was silence below. The maids dressed as maids all lowered their heads, and no one dared to say anything.
"Do you know how many people are staring at that piece of fat right now? Fortunately, you didn't succeed. If you did, then next time, it won't be the stupid prince who is attacked, but our Zhanyue Palace."
"Lord, if you hadn't taken action for so long, we would definitely not have... not." The moment Alian raised her head, she suddenly met Bai Yan's ice-like eyes hidden under the silver mask. She originally thought
The good words started to come out intermittently.
"I heard." Bai Yan's voice was as clear as a spring, like a flower still blooming with a little dewdrops, but the next second it was as poisonous as a poppy. "You scratched a woman? Or are you using a chopper?
The woman of the moon?”
There was a sudden silence in the hall, and one could even hear the slight sound of clothes rubbing against the ground.
"Eh?" The clear voice came to mind again, but with a slight joking, the slender jade-like fingers swayed slightly, and all the people kneeling in His Highness nodded aside, and the corners of his mouth were still curved in a perfect arc, and he said disdainfully:
"Pull them all down and cut them in half."
So plain, so calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her. Alian lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly. This time, his idea was to encourage the leader. If everyone loses their lives because of her,
.
Without any time to think, Alian took a step forward and was about to speak, but was stopped by a plain voice.
The leading woman moved forward slightly, still maintaining a cold face, and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone: "I am a subordinate."
"Oh?" Bai Yan walked down the towering steps step by step, and a cold dagger suddenly appeared between his slender fingers. The corners of his mouth were still curved like a glance, and his voice was still that blood-sucking, and the dagger slashed hard.
Passing over the woman's face, bright red blood beads dyed the dagger blood red. "Tell me, which hand?"
He closed his eyes helplessly, as if he already felt the impending death, and slowly stretched out his right hand that once held the dagger.
"This one?"
The leading woman nodded.
"Do it yourself or should I do it?"
The fingertips became cold in an instant, and the composure he pretended to be collapsed without breaking, and his cold face became as pale as paper, not sure if it was due to excessive blood loss.
Trembling, he took the cold dagger handed over by Bai Yan, gritted his teeth, and was about to make a move when the wrist that was waving in the air was tightly grasped.
There was a color of surprise in his eyes, and his heart that was about to jump into his throat suddenly calmed down. He thought Bai Yan was going to let him go, and just when he was about to let go of the scary dagger, he heard him say calmly.
"Get out, don't dirty my eyes." The eyes hidden under the silver-white mask showed no signs of wavering. He turned to Ji Yan, who had been by his side, and asked, "Is she here?"
"Yes." Ji Yan nodded and asked, "Let her come in?"
Bai Yan nodded slightly, then pointed at the women kneeling on the ground and ordered: "Take them down." His finger rested on the leading woman, "Keep an eye on her."
"Yes." Ji Yan responded and slowly retreated with the group of maids dressed as maids.
At this time, only Bai Yan's lonely figure was left in the empty hall. Some dazzling glazed lamps lengthened his dark shadow, and the fists hidden under his sleeves clenched tightly.
He didn't expect that his whereabouts would be exposed so quickly, nor did he expect that the old emperor would take action so quickly. It seemed that he also felt the imminent pressure.
In fact, if the original regulations were followed, those who were exposed privately would have died without a burial place. However, the matter was imminent, and they also thought about themselves. They rubbed their temples feebly with their slender fingers. It seemed that they should
I went to meet my so-called father.
"Brother Yan." Bai Yan, who was deep in thought, was suddenly interrupted by a woman's voice. He turned around pretending not to care, curled up the corners of his lips, and asked calmly: "Did Ye Hua see any flaws?
"
The woman who was slightly clasping her fists was wearing a pure black dress. Even her mouth and nose were wrapped by a black cloth. Her face could not be seen clearly. Her black and white eyes were bent and she said easily: "Of course not.
.”
Seeing that Bai Yan remained silent, he took a step forward slightly, stretched out his arms and tightly hugged Bai Yan's waist, "I miss you so much."
The sudden hug made Bai Yan tremble slightly, but the next second his face immediately returned to a gentle smile, he took the woman's slightly calloused hand into his palm, and said softly:
"Thanks a lot."
"It's not hard." The woman shook her head sharply, "As long as I can help Brother Yan get what he wants, everything is easy."
Bai Yan reached out and touched the top of her head happily, and then asked:
"Is there any movement on Yehua's side?"
"As far as I know, there hasn't been much movement since he sent Hua Xuanji to the Prince's Mansion." After a pause, his fingers suddenly reached towards Bai Yan's chest and touched it. It felt as if he was getting an electric shock.
He opened the hands tied around his waist.
"Did you really give Zhanyue to Hua Xuanji?"
"Yes." Bai Yan nodded and responded honestly.
"Do you know the power of Zhan Yue?" The woman in black took a step back slightly and asked in disbelief.
"I know. If you encounter ghosts, you will kill demons. Moreover, it also symbolizes the position of the Lord."
"Now that you know, you..."
Bai Yan stretched out a hand and pulled the woman into his arms, "Yehua's power cannot be underestimated. Although he looks like an unpopular prince, he has been trying to win people's hearts. Now the people's attitude towards Yehua is
The voice is getting louder and louder. Now that we have Hua Xuanji’s shortcut, isn’t it much better than blindly confronting each other head-on?”
"But, how do you know that what the prophet said must be right?" The woman puffed her mouth in dissatisfaction, turned her back to Bai Yan and threw away his hand.
"Stop making trouble." He hugged the woman tightly. "I know you are jealous of me being nice to her. But when I sit on the throne, I can guarantee that the queen next to me will definitely be you."
"Am I just worried?" The woman turned around and rested her head on Bai Yan's shoulder.
"Worried that I will fall in love with her?" Bai Yan laughed sarcastically. "How is that possible? You still don't believe me?"
"Okay, okay." Seeing his gentle tone, the woman kissed him gently on his fragrant cheek. Her black and white eyes flashed slightly and naturally curved into a beautiful arc:
"I trust you."
"That's just a chess piece for us to ascend to the throne." Bai Yan patted the woman's quilt comfortingly and hugged her completely, but the smile on his lips was frozen there. The scene with Hua Xuanji
The scene echoed repeatedly in my mind, my eyes suddenly became empty, and the mottled figure illuminated by the colored glass lamp actually turned into Hua Xuanji's face.