"I won't whip the corpse, I just want to hang her corpse at the city gate!" Xin Jifeng said angrily.
I see, it seems that if I don’t do this, it will be difficult to resolve my hatred.
In addition to their enmity with the real princess, who among the people in the entire capital has not been poisoned by the real princess, and who doesn't hate her to the core?
Xia Ziluo rubbed his nose: "But it feels weird. Her face looks the same as mine, and it always feels like I'm going to be hanged and exposed."
The back of Xin Jifeng who had just left shivered and stopped motionless.
Murong Xitian's eyes slowly moved back from Xin Jifeng and landed on Xia Ziluo's tangled face: "How about making a cut on the real princess's face so that you don't feel this way anymore?"
"Forget it, that's no different from covering one's ears and stealing the bell." Xia Ziluo quickly returned to his optimistic attitude, "Let's think on the bright side. The real princess's body was exposed, and the people were relieved of their hatred. If I show up again, I can do it openly without having to bear the burden.
The reputation of a true princess. Hehe, I almost forgot, we are now Princess Xiaolan of the Genglan Dynasty!"
Before Murong Xitian could say anything, Xin Jifeng on the side breathed a sigh of relief.
He paused and moved forward again, rushing towards the small courtyard where the true princess's body was, as fast as the tide.
"It seems that the fire has almost been saved. It's time to take a closer look at the damage and casualties." Murong Xitian raised his head and took Xia Ziluo in his arms, planning to walk to the palace.
Suddenly, Xia Ziluo screamed at the top of his lungs: "Oops, I forgot about my father and eldest brother. They..."
"It's okay, it's okay. They are resting in the courtyard in the backyard of the palace. The attack range of the artillery is only in the front yard and does not affect the backyard." Murong Xitian hurriedly comforted him, otherwise his ears would explode.
"Yes, caring leads to chaos. I forgot about it." Xia Ziluo smiled sheepishly.
Murong Xitian had no idea what to do with her. He just lowered his head and rubbed the tip of her nose with his nose, and then continued walking into the house. But after taking only two steps, Xia Ziluo protested again: "The crisis is over, let me down. There are so many here."
Man, I’m so embarrassed.”
"No, the ground is full of messes. What if I get hurt?" Murong Xitian refused domineeringly.
Xia Ziluo pouted and said nothing. However, she buried her head in Murong Xitian's chest and said nothing so that no one could see her. And her face had already turned a light red.
In the palace, all the fires have been extinguished, but thick smoke is still rising.
Most of the front yard was destroyed, and the damage was immeasurable. Fortunately, the materials and people they brought back from modern times were all in the backyard and were not affected. The guards, servants, and others only suffered varying degrees of injuries.
No one died from this.
On the contrary, the purple-robed Xuanshi suffered a lot of losses. In addition to Xizuo and the traitors, more than ten people were killed by artillery.
When the crisis was over, the palace immediately began to rest. At dawn, the ruins had been almost cleared, and the carpenters had begun to rest on the houses and courtyards that had suffered less damage.
As for those that were seriously damaged, they had to be torn down and rebuilt.
He had not slept all night, but Murong Xitian's spirit was still high. He was instructing the carpenters to make drawings, not only to repair the palace, but also to make it more magnificent than before.
"Report, secret report from Yelang Kingdom." Suddenly, a voice interrupted Murong Xitian's voice.
Murong Xitian raised his eyebrows: "Bring it here."
Soon, the secret report came into the hands of Murong Xitian. When he opened it, his originally dark-clouded face suddenly turned into a sunny one.
