"I don't want the Seventh Princess." Beiming Changfeng walked very fast, but in just one sentence, he had already reached the gate.
"Why don't you leave it to me? Go and challenge your father." Veins popped out on Princess Zhenbei's forehead, and she was not the daughter-in-law she promised him.
"Let him marry both of them." The words were concise and to the point, Beiming Changfeng's voice was as cold as ice.
Promise him a concubine out of thin air. Well, whoever agrees will marry him. Anyway, he won't marry her. If Ziyu gets angry, let's see how he settles the score with his father.
Princess Zhenbei watched Beiming Changfeng leave quickly without a good look on her face. She couldn't help but drop the booklet in her hand and shook her head helplessly.
His son only has Ziyu in his eyes, and he doesn't want anyone else. This is a good thing, and common sense is not wrong. Alas, if only his father, the King of Zhenbei, had such common sense, this house wouldn't be full of people.
The concubine is so beautiful.
Well, this time, the whole yard was not enough. Another one, oh, no, two came, which really made her head feel big.
"Damn boy, do you think you should not blame your father? If you love your daughter-in-law, you will not love your mother. It is indeed typical of you to forget your mother when you have a daughter-in-law." Princess Mo of Zhongbei reluctantly picked up the booklet and said to Zhenbei
Wang and his party are coming back soon, and this matter has to be handled personally, which is really annoying.
Princess Zhenbei continued to deal with it full of resentment, while Beiming Changfeng and others had quickly left the city on horseback and headed towards the direction of Ziyu's carriage.
"Young Master, don't be nervous. There are people protecting the Imperial Concubine from behind along the way. The Imperial Concubine will not... Eh..." The horse galloped wildly. Before Han Yang could finish his words to comfort Beiming Changfeng, the fragrance coming from the tip of his nose made him
He suddenly stopped talking.
It tastes like...
Beiming Changfeng suddenly stood up, abandoned his horse, started his Qinggong and rushed forward as fast as lightning.
Hanyang's face also changed, he abandoned his horse and ran wildly.
Ahead, on the empty post road, a carriage stopped in the middle of the road. The horse pulling the carriage languished on the ground, and the coachman on the carriage also fell to the ground, motionless. From a distance, it looked like he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
"Ziyu." Bei Ming Changfeng's expression changed drastically, and his body skills were stretched to the extreme, and people were shot at the stopped carriage like a sharp sword.
The car curtain opened with a swish.
There was no one, no one inside, just messy cushions and...a pool of purple blood.
"Fish." Beiming Changfeng glanced at the pool of purple blood, his legs weakened uncontrollably, and he rushed towards the blood stain.
Is this the blood of a fish?
What happened here? Was Ziyu attacked? Or was Ziyu poisoned? Or was Xiangli who was following him poisoned and vomiting blood? What happened here?
For a moment, the thoughts in his mind made Beiming Changfeng so excited that his hair almost stood on end.
"Young Master, all the people we are protecting have been drugged." Han Yang's voice sounded outside the carriage, following closely behind.
In the grass next to it, all the hands used by Beiming Changfeng to secretly protect Ziyu were brought down. There were no wounds on their bodies, and there were no signs of fighting along the way. The other party used a very powerful drug to kill him.
All their men fell down.
"Young Master, where is the Crown Princess?" Fang Yi, who was chasing after him, looked closer to the carriage and his eyes changed: "Purple blood? This is something poisonous. This blood..."