"If the history of Yanfeng and Dongyue would not repeat itself, maybe I wouldn't have to come here." Wu Yue frowned because there was no reason to come here.
"What do you mean?" Qingjun raised his eyebrows with a hint of doubt.
"You don't have to pay attention. I just hope that this world will be stable and that she will no longer be obsessed with the past." Wu Yue looked at the palace in the distance and left decisively.
"Wait a minute, how do you know?" Qing Jun immediately stopped Wu Yue and asked coldly.
"It's a coincidence." Wu Yue tried to make things up. King Nanxu and Queen took the portrait and asked him in person. It was difficult for him to know. Of course, he didn't say it out loud, because only in this way could he grasp the handle of Qingjun.
"Who else knows?" Qingjun asked in a low voice, his tone much better.
"Do you want to kill everyone who knows?" Wu Yue suddenly smiled with a cunning look on his face.
"At least I can't kill you, right?" Qingjun gritted his teeth.
"I have not forgotten that when I was in the Nanxu Underground Palace, you killed me." Wu Yue snorted coldly. Qingjun was definitely more ruthless than Helian Jiuge, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to bite back.
"Don't forget, if she hadn't been trapped in the Nanxu Underground Palace, she might have gone to Zifeng City, and maybe Feng Feili wouldn't have died. Do you still want to keep her at that time?" Qingjun asked.
Wu Yue was speechless. Fortunately, he couldn't stop her at that time. Otherwise, they might be enemies when they meet today. So will Qiong Ying take revenge on Nan Xu?
"Who killed Feng Feili?" Although all the fingers were pointed at Dongyue, he had a vague feeling that it was not that simple.
"You tell me, and I'll tell you." Qingjun made the condition.
"It's okay to tell you that your portrait fell into the hands of the King of Nanxu, but he hasn't confirmed whether it is you yet." Wu Yue said bluntly.
The implication is that whether it is yes or no depends entirely on his words.
"How come there is a portrait?!" Qingjun's face changed. It's impossible! No one will know! It's impossible to recognize him!
"I heard that it was the portrait sent by He Liantian." Wu Yue did not hide it. He believed that Lord Nanxu would soon track it down. Will Qiongying let Lord Qing leave?
"He Liantian again? I might as well tell you that Feng Feili was not killed by people from the Dongyue Empire. All of this was planned by Nanxu He Liantian. If you and Feng Feili are old friends, should you do it for him?
Revenge?" Qingjun said with a half-smile, he was the first to want Heliantian dead!
Wu Yue was not too shocked. The only people who could kill Feng Feili were a few groups of people. One was the Feng clan's internal rebellion, but they would not be stupid enough to rebel in the face of national crisis; the other was the East Vietnamese with "conclusive evidence"
The vicious hands of the Xiahou clan; the third is the silent and colorless Nanxu Helian clan.
Finally, Wu Yue and the people from Guangming Palace left the palace.
At this time, it was already dusk.
Qingjun didn't even pick up the sword on the ground, and went straight to the palace in the west.
"Young Master, what's the matter?" Caiyi stopped Qingjun, bowed his head and asked without any hesitation.
"Where is she?" Qingjun asked in a cold voice, his eyes looking straight at Caiyi like ice picks.
"The Lord is in the palace." Caiyi replied.
"Ye Chen is here too?" Qing Jun looked gloomy.
Cai Yi was a little embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, nodded and replied: "Yes."
Qingjun's eyes became gloomy, and his tone became gloomy: "Why did she see Ye Chen?"
"It's probably nothing. The Lord just asked his subordinates to pass the meal." She didn't know what happened, but it was normal for the Lord to summon Ye Chen, and there was nothing surprising.
Qingjun glanced at Caiyi inquiringly, thinking that she would not dare to lie: "Then you go down."
"Yes." Caiyi left quickly.
Qingjun returned to his palace, planning how to seal Wu Yue's mouth and kill all threats to him.
Suddenly I saw Jiangxue standing upright by the door. It was undeniable that Jiangxue was very dedicated to her duties.
"Has the Lord asked me about my affairs recently?"
"The Lord never asks about you, Young Master." Jiangxue replied like a brave and loyal subordinate.
Qingjun was so angry that he meant that he never cared about him?