"This..." Manager Jiang Heng quickly defended, "Prince Rui, is there an error in the news? The Phoenix Garden is heavily guarded and no one has broken in..."
"Can the news about me be false?" Murong Chenghao waved his hand, "Search for me!"
Shadow raised his sword and blocked the door, "Prince Rui, you should think twice about doing this. If you offend my master, the consequences are not something you can bear!"
Murong Chenghao naturally knew that this was Feng Jingyun's mansion, and that evil guy Jun Mo Shang also lived here. He couldn't afford to offend either of these two people. But...
His eyeliners did see the prince Murong Che being robbed in a sedan chair. The person who used poison was so powerful that he instantly poisoned thousands of minions in the prince's palace. Although the person who used poison was dressed as a writer, his appearance was clearly that of a prince.
Feng Jingyun.
Through overt and covert investigations and analysis of various signs, we have known for a long time that the Murong Che in the Prince's Mansion is real. However, for unknown reasons, he became active day and night, and was even manipulated by Jun Youqi behind the scenes.
He vaguely guessed that what was in the Prince's Mansion might just be Murong Che's body. Although he had never believed in ghosts and gods, it didn't mean they didn't exist. Maybe the body lived in the soul of another person. Of course, it was also possible that Murong Che had been possessed.
What witchcraft leads to control.
Feng Jingyun had superb medical skills. Since she had interfered in the prince's affairs, he was worried that she could cure Murong Che.
No matter what, if Murong Che falls into Feng Jingyun's hands, there is a possibility of recovery. That is not the result he wants!
If Murong Che were normal, he would be the prince of Huanyue Kingdom, and his father loved him so much, how could there be any place for him, Murong Chenghao?
A prince who has been acting weird for more than three years and whose father still doesn't give up shows that Murong Che is irreplaceable in his father's heart!
Although he and Murong Che are biological brothers, they are just brothers in name, and there is no trace of family affection at all. There is only one throne, and it can only belong to him, Murong Chenghao, and he will never let Murong Che live!
"How dare a small guard stop me?" Murong Chenghao was furious, "Get out of my way, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
The guard behind him, Zhang Jin, led a group of officers and soldiers to draw their long swords.
Shadow made a gesture, and rows of archers appeared on the surrounding rooftops, aiming their arrows at Murong Chenghao's men. At the same time, countless dark guards appeared behind him in an instant, lined up horizontally and vertically, arranged in an orderly manner, and they drew out their long swords in a unified manner.
Sword, with a solemn expression, ready for a bloody battle.
Zhang Jin whispered, "Your Majesty, we are surrounded..."
Murong Chenghao's face froze and he shouted at Shadow, "Are you still rebelling? This is the territory of Huanyue Kingdom!"
"Whoever dares to trespass into the Phoenix Garden will die." Shadow said a few words expressionlessly.
Murong Chenghao knew that the shadow in front of him was not an ordinary guard, but the most powerful assistant around Jun Mo Shang, the master of the East Hall before the Ban Yue Sect was disbanded.
Chenghao stared at him with a sinister look on his face. If it had been anyone else, he would have been shocked by King Rui's sharp anger.
Shadow didn't take him seriously at all. In the world, the only person he feared and was loyal to was his master. The only thing he cared about in his heart was... the woman he was never qualified to have.
Murong Chenghao did not dare to act rashly, and his heart was filled with rage. He also understood that even if Feng Jingyun and Jun Mo Shang were not here, there was this man named Shadow leading so many secret guards to guard the Phoenix Garden, and the thousands of troops he led were still helpless.
Why. Unless tens of thousands of troops are sent to flatten the Phoenix Garden.
