Chapter five hundred and nineteen uttering mad words
The cold voice sounded, although it was not loud, but when it fell in the ears of the chief steward, it was like thunder from the sky, making his whole body tremble.
The butler's feet felt like they were filled with lead bullets. He could no longer take a step forward. He turned around and looked at Nie Tian. He no longer dared to look at the young man in front of him. He trembled and said, "Sir, what I did just now was my fault. I have done something wrong."
I can't see Mount Tai, and I have offended the young master. Please forgive me for once, for the sake of the prince of Dachu."
At this time, the chief steward had already determined in his heart that Nie Tian was from one of the four major aristocratic families, and was a direct disciple. He was definitely not something he could afford to offend.
"Spare you?" Nie Tian raised the corner of his mouth, and a playful laugh sounded. He looked at the old man in front of him and said coldly: "Have you ever thought about sparing the person whose tongue you cut off just now? If it wasn't mine.
I'm stronger than you, have you ever thought about sparing me? Just because someone else said something, you cut off my tongue. Just because my friend contradicted you, you took his life. People like you just want to live.
A scourge! Do you think I will spare you?"
The gloomy voice fell, one after another, like the death knell sounded by the god of death.
Nie Tian was right. If it weren't for his tyrannical strength, he would have been a corpse by now.
This world is so cruel. Without strength, you can only be a lamb to be slaughtered.
Everyone was silent in their hearts, with thick smiles on their faces.
The great steward of the Prince's Mansion meets the direct descendant of the four great families, and the two sides are in a fight to the death. This drama is very interesting to watch.
When the chief steward heard Nie Tian's words, his body stiffened, his knees went weak, and he knelt down with a thud. Not to mention how miserable he looked.
There was no hesitation in Nie Tian's eyes. Like a cold god, he suddenly released an icy sword intent from his body and shot it directly at the chief steward.
The sword intent flashed away, the butler's body shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
However, he did not die, but his vitality was destroyed.
For a warrior, having his Yuan veins destroyed is more uncomfortable than death.
"Please do me a favor by not killing the young master." But the chief steward felt that life was more important and quickly kowtowed to thank him.
Nie Tian's eyes trembled slightly, and he sneered and said, "I'm just letting you live for now, why are you so excited? Now, take me to the Prince's Mansion."
"You, you want to go to the Prince's Mansion?" The butler was stunned for a moment, with a complicated look in his eyes, whether it was excitement or something else.
The crowd was also stunned, wondering why Nie Tian wanted to go to the Prince's Mansion?
Is it possible that he still wants to cause trouble for the new prince?
Nie Tian made a cold sound at this time and said boldly: "Weng Haoxuan, you have been a prince for a day and you are so arrogant. Your career as a prince is over!"
Weng Haoxuan, the new crown prince, was established just yesterday, and Nie Tian just came out of the abyss of chaos yesterday. It can only be said that there is God's will in the dark.
Upon hearing Nie Tian's words, the chief steward's face, which had been slightly happy, suddenly stiffened, and he felt a completely cold feeling in his heart.
"Butler, lead the way." Nie Tian smiled faintly, with a cold smile on his lips.
The chief steward led the way, and Nie Tian and others left Yangsheng Tea House in a swaggering manner.
After a long time, everyone looked at the disappearing figures, but they still couldn't react.
"The young man said that His Royal Highness Prince Xuan's career as prince is over. What did he mean?" Someone asked in a trembling voice.
"He, he doesn't want to depose the new prince, right?" someone exclaimed.
"It's impossible. Our Great Chu Empire is attached to the Zhan Yun Sect. Even if the crown prince is deposed, apart from His Majesty the Emperor, only the Zhan Yun Sect's head can do it. That young man should be a child of the four great families, why would he say that?
Wild talk?" Someone analyzed in shock.
Yangsheng Tea House suddenly exploded.
At the same moment Nie Tian left the teahouse, in the prince's residence.
In the spacious banquet hall, tables of banquets were laid out, and the dishes on each table were extremely luxurious.
Weng Haoxuan was just appointed as the prince yesterday and entertained the nobles of Chuyang City at a banquet.
At this time, the banquet was full of guests, and everyone toasted in unison to congratulate Weng Haoxuan on his canonization as the crown prince.
And beside each banquet table, there are beautiful maids waiting around.
Those ministers, all with big bellies, took advantage of the maids from time to time, touching them on the cheeks and pinching them on the buttocks, and they had a great time.
"Ah!" At this time, a panicked scream sounded, and a maid pulled away a dirty hand and shouted: "What are you doing?"
"Oh! The little girl has a fierce temper, and I like it!" Wanton teasing laughter rang out, and a big fat man stretched out his hand, obviously trying to take advantage of the maid.
The others burst into laughter, enjoying watching the fun.
Weng Haoxuan was sitting at a high place. When he saw this scene, he did not stop her. Instead, he laughed and said: "Be careful, this girl is not an ordinary person. The former prince's brother-in-law died because of her."
"Oh?" The crowd was stunned, and then started to cheer.
Weng Haoxuan was right, because the maid who was teased was none other than the girl that Nie Tian had saved repeatedly before, Li Jiaoer.
When Nie Tian left the City Lord's Mansion, he forced Weng Haoxuan to kill the second housekeeper because of Li Jiaoer and others, just for the safety of these girls.
Unexpectedly, it still failed to scare Weng Haoxuan.
More than half a year has passed since Weng Haoxuan came out of the Abyss of Chaos. The abyss has long been closed, but there has been no news about Nie Tian and others. Therefore, he believes that Nie Tian has died in the Abyss of Chaos, and of course he will not have any scruples anymore.
He directly left Li Jiaoer and other girls in Prince Xuan's Mansion as maids.
"Alas!" Yao Feike, who was sitting not far from Weng Haoxuan, frowned, shook his head slightly, and let out a long sigh. He was already doubting whether he had done the right thing in rescuing Weng Haoxuan from the abyss of chaos.
Still did something wrong.
"Your Highness Prince Xuan, His Highness Prince Xuan..." At this time, a hurried voice sounded, and a servant from the Prince's Mansion rushed over.
"Presumptuous!" Weng Haoxuan suddenly became furious when he heard the servant's name. He smashed the wine glass in his hand and roared: "What did you just call me Prince?"
The servant immediately reacted and slapped himself in the face. While slapping him, he shouted: "You are shouting wrong, you are shouting wrong."
Weng Haoxuan was just crowned the prince yesterday, and most people in the palace are not used to it yet, so it is normal to call him by the wrong name.
The servant was slapped dozens of times and his face was bleeding. Weng Haoxuan then waved his hand and said with a smile: "As long as you know your mistakes and can correct them, tell me, what are you so worried about?"
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince, there are several people outside the door. It seems that they have taken the butler hostage." The servant swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice.
"Take the butler hostage!" Weng Haoxuan stood up suddenly when he heard the butler's words, and his whole body released terrible anger, like a poisonous wolf suddenly enraged.
He had just been canonized as the prince. This was Weng Haoxuan's most glorious moment. Someone actually dared to kidnap the chief steward of the prince's palace at such a time, and even came to the door. Isn't this seeking death?