"Take your troops and get out." Murong Xitian said calmly, but with a majesty that could not be refused.
"Fart! Let me go first!" Xia Ziyan's face turned the color of a pig's belly and he was about to explode with anger.
"Xia Ziyan, you big pig! You still dare to make conditions. Your eyes are for eating. Can't you see the sword he put on my neck?" Xia Ziluo's neck deliberately leaned towards the sword's edge.
She just wanted to make the show more realistic, but how could she have imagined that Murong Xitian's sword would be so sharp?
With just a slight touch, a long gash was cut on her fair and tender neck. Eye-catching blood immediately overflowed and stained her neck red.
"Wow, it hurts, it hurts! Brother, I don't want to die, please promise him!" Xia Ziluo's scream came from the heart because of the pain, and he almost broke his throat.
Murong Xitian looked at Xia Ziluo's neck and suddenly panicked.
Blood, blood... Damn, she was injured again.
The injuries were getting worse, and Murong Xitian could no longer calm down.
With his left hand that was not holding the sword, he subconsciously held Xia Ziluo's waist, preparing to lift her up and call the imperial doctor to treat her injuries.
"Farewell." Xia Ziluo hurriedly knocked down Murong Xitian's left hand and looked straight at Murong Xitian with eyes like autumn water.
She was really persistent. Didn't she know that he would be distressed and reluctant to let go?
But looking at her firm gaze, Murong Xitian had no choice but to cooperate. He forced himself to look away from Xia Ziluo's neck and pretended to be cold: "Xia Ziyan, either you get as far away from me as possible.
, or you watch your sister’s blood splatter three feet with your own eyes?”
"Little sister—" Xia Ziyan was like an ant on a hot pot, going crazy with anxiety.
The moment he saw Xia Ziluo's neck being injured, Xia Ziyan vowed to twist off Murong Xitian's head. He would never forgive anyone who dared to hurt his most precious sister.
But at this moment, his sister's life was threatened by Murong Xitian, and he had no choice but to endure it.
For the sake of his sister, Xia Ziyan decided to disobey his father's order again. After all, his sister's life was more important than arresting Murong Xitian.
"Okay, I..." Xia Ziyan was about to compromise and agree to Murong Xitian's promise, when suddenly he heard a commotion from behind.
Immediately afterwards, there was a voice from the soldiers: "Report - the Prime Minister is here!"
Prime Minister, is Xia Qingtian here?
Murong Xitian's first reaction was to half-squint his eyes and look into the distance.
Xia Ziluo was also stunned, but then she breathed a sigh of relief. With Xia Qingtian's love for the real princess, it should be very simple to convince him to withdraw.
Similarly, Xia Ziyan was also shocked.
When I went out today, dad didn't say that he would come to take charge of the situation in person? What's going on? Could it be that dad already knew that he was going to have a bad start, so he came to help?
While several people were making secret calculations, Xia Qingtian's special luxury sedan passed through Xia Ziyan's army and stopped next to Xia Ziyan's horse.
The person who raised his feet respectfully opened the curtain and asked Xia Qingtian to get out of the sedan.
"Which scene are the good son-in-law and the dog singing about?" Xia Qingtian walked out with a kind smile on his smiling face.
"Dad, I'm going to die!" Xia Ziluo called for help before Xia Ziyan could reply.
In order to achieve a realistic effect, she also secretly twisted her thighs.
NND, I accidentally overexerted my strength, Xia Ziluo's nose twitched in pain, and tears burst out of his eyes.