——The seventh prince’s handsome face was startled.
She turned around and looked at Xiyue in disbelief, but she heard Xiyue burst into laughter, and then stood up from the imperial concubine chair, smiling with a painting-like look on her face.
"Since you don't go, then I will go."
Having said that,
In the shocked eyes of everyone, a figure like a stream of light actually walked slowly towards the outside of the formation...
The debate was still going on in the court hall, but there was no result. However, the anger and murderous intention continued to rise. In the dusk, a beautiful voice sounded coldly from the air.
"Since neither the Crown Prince nor King Jing can handle it, why not leave it to others."
——The faces of the Seventh Prince and the Crown Prince suddenly changed color. The ministers were also shocked and subconsciously stepped back. However, when they turned their heads, they also discovered that deep in the halo, a plain white cold figure emerged from the clouds and mist.
As if walking out.
King Jing and the prince almost fell down when they saw clearly that the person coming was Xiyue.
It was actually Murong Xiyue.
Why is she so haunted? What on earth does she want to do?
King Jing's eyes were extremely complicated. Looking at Xiyue's increasingly beautiful and clear appearance, his heart actually jumped.
He has always liked Murong Xiyue.
The prince narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the woman he wanted to take as his concubine. A trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes. If he had accepted her as his concubine a long time ago, I am afraid that he would have obtained the throne today.
At first, he felt that Murong Wanrou was more useful than Murong Xiyue, so he had been considering and waiting to see.
Unexpectedly, the entire Murong family has fallen into decline, except Murong Xiyue, who is still at the top.
The power behind her is so powerful that no one dares to touch her unless that person is tired of living.
"Xiyue——"
The prince pretended to be serious and greeted Xiyue in a relaxed manner, trying to impress Xiyue, but unfortunately Yue just stood in the middle of the court, laughing so hard that the whole country was captivated.
Several ministers stood up and pointed at Xiyue. Just when they were about to scold where the evildoer came from, suddenly, a strong wind blew up. The snow-white figure in front of them flashed, and only a small sound like falling leaves was heard.
The courtier who stood up was already dead.
——King Jing’s eyes widened.
——The prince clenched his fist suddenly.
All the courtiers screamed at almost the same time, backed away quickly, and looked at Xiyue as if they were looking at monsters.
Is this woman a human being or a ghost? Or a monster? How could she kill four or five courtiers at once without even looking at her?
"snort--"
Xiyue snorted coldly and walked up to the dragon platform step by step.
"There is a big emergency at the border. The Jin Yao Dynasty has lost twenty cities now, but you have not seen any action. King Jing, Prince, do you want to give up all the cities except the capital?"
As soon as he finished speaking,
Everyone's expressions changed drastically and turned pale. Now that the people are in trouble, there are still other problems. More importantly, the cities are disappearing one by one.
As candidates for the emperor, not only did they not deal with it, but they continued to fight among themselves. Thinking of this, no matter who the ministers supported, they felt a little disappointed deep down in their hearts.
Even if only one capital city is left, how can it be guaranteed that it will not be taken away by others?
"In my opinion, how about whoever becomes the emperor goes to conquer and recapture twenty cities?"
King Jing and the Crown Prince froze, chills running down their spines. Although the best way to establish one's authority is to go on a personal expedition, but with a huge army pressing down on the territory, millions of troops, so vast, what can the Jin Yao Dynasty do now?