Just when we were confused, Xia Yan asked: "Why did he just let you out?"
Pei Yuan looked at Mo Chengjun and said expressionlessly: "Because I told King Huan that his brother is not dead yet! I can help him find him!"
Hiss... I heard Mo Chengjun take a breath of cold air.
Xia Yan's face changed slightly and he looked at Mo Chengjun.
Mo Chengjun took a step back: "I didn't tell him!!"
"King Xia, I believe you have seen my abilities before. I am a priest of the Wu Clan, and I have the ability to predict the future. I can tell at a glance whether he is the Seventeenth Prince, and I don't need him to tell me!" Pei Yuan
He explained with a paralyzed expression.
Suddenly I understood why Xia Yan would arrange for Pei Yuan to be the Minister of Dali Temple. It turned out that no one had privacy in front of him. When a prisoner was sent to Dali Temple, Pei Yuan could tell everything that the prisoner's ancestors had eaten every day for eight generations with just one glance.
Tell him every word, just imagine, what other secrets can be hidden in front of him?
Mo Chengjun showed a broken look: "What on earth are you talking about? I don't know you at all!"
"Okay, Pei Yuan, what exactly do you want to say?" Xia Yan calmed down and asked in a calm tone.
Pei Yuan said calmly: "The biggest reason why King Huan took advantage of the situation and announced your death to the outside world is that eight years ago, you killed the seventeenth prince! If you can find a way to bring the seventeenth prince back to the court, any problem can be easily solved.
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Xia Yan sneered: "I have never thought that there is a reason why a dog would spit out a bone if it was thrown into its mouth!"
You can't say that. If the bones are not tasty, the dog will still spit them out.
"Your Majesty, the Seventeenth Prince has been dead for eight years. Going back is tantamount to cheating!" Mo Chengjun looked up at Xia Yan with his pitiful little face.
Xia Yan glanced at Mo Chengjun, who quickly shut up.
Pei Yuan shrugged and said in a nonchalant tone: "King Huan said that if the seventeenth prince cannot be brought back, he will let those old guys accompany the late emperor!"
"What?" Mo Chengjun jumped up in shock.
Xia Yan frowned deeply, and a coldness bloomed in his eyes: "You actually bet with the lives of so many veterans?"
Pei Yuan replied with desperate courage: "They are going to die anyway. What's the difference between dying earlier and dying later? Without them, I wouldn't be able to get out of the prison today. If they are really because of this incident,
Even if you die, you deserve to die!"
When it comes to disregarding human life, I think Xia Yan is the first, and no one is second. Now I have misjudged the truth. The real cold-blooded one is Pei Yuan.
He really doesn't care about anything. Whether people die or live, it has nothing to do with him. He stayed to help Xia Yan just because he was restrained by Liuchi's poison. He told us so much just because he conveyed Xia Huanzhi's will.
Because in his eyes, all joys and sorrows in the world are empty. He knows when sadness will come when he is happy, and when good luck will come when he is heartbroken.
To Pei Yuan, I can only say one thing - you must be cruel!
It can be seen that Mo Chengjun really does not want to go back to be a prince, he would rather live outside and be an unknown casino owner.
"The choice is yours, I just bring the words!" Pei Yuan summed up his cruelty.
Mo Chengjun sighed heavily and shrugged his shoulders.
"Can I really turn the situation around if I go back?"
Pei Yuan said: "At least those old guys don't have to behead them collectively!"
