Chu Yue released her long fingers, and the golden rocket arrow flew away from the string.
The Ninth Prince's eyes narrowed and his hair stood on end with horror.
Suddenly, goosebumps all over his body exploded, and there was no trace of the arrogance of the divine voice just now.
The moment he faced death, he felt the same fear that Nangong Xiong had at that time, and his hatred for Ye Chuyue, a woman, turned into endless fear.
"puff--"
The arrows pierced the sky and suddenly split into dozens of arrows, all of which did not enter the Ninth Prince's body.
Every arrow accurately penetrated the Ninth Prince's fatal point.
The blood on the Ninth Prince's body was soaked into his fine clothes. With his eyes wide open and terrified until death, he fell back stiffly.
The wind-scorched flames in the night sky had all disappeared. The moment Chu Yue put away her long bow and fell back to the ground, she saw Ji Yao, Xiao Li and others rushing to her side.
Chu Yue smiled and raised her hand to wipe away the blood on her face.
The careless movement of wiping blood revealed a bit of elegance and laziness.
In the East Pavilion Courtyard, everyone was preparing to pay homage to Red Eagle Lord, but the death of the Ninth Prince was so tragic and sudden that the minds of this group of dignitaries went blank and they didn't know what to do next.
Only the table in Mu Mansion was still peaceful and peaceful.
The breeze is gentle.
The teapot bottomed out.
The old uncle also finished the last cup of tea, and slowly put down the cup with his withered hands.
"There's no more tea," said the old uncle.
Master Huaiqing glanced at the tea cup: "Okay, it's time to get down to business."
"Too."
The old couple chatted as if no one was around, making Mu Lin's eyes wide open in confusion.
Mu Qinghuang's brows were filled with a sharp look.
Mu Fengming lowered his legs from the table and moved his shoulders and neck.
Brothers Mu Jingyun and Mu Chenhai subconsciously touched their weapons.
"Junior Nangong Xi, pay homage to your Majesty and Queen!"
At this moment, Nangong Xi knelt in front of Lord Red Eagle and the Queen.
She raised her head, her eyes were red, and then she turned back and pointed angrily at Chu Yue: "She, Ye Chuyue, could not help but behead my father, mutilate the ninth prince, and make the Hong Mansion uneasy. Please ask your Majesty and the Queen to make the decision for us."
Mrs. Yongding stepped out from the queen's side, counting the old grudges of the past and the new anger today, she glared at Chu Yue and raised her voice: "Ye Chuyue, at the feet of the emperor, in the Holy Land of the Imperial Capital of Beizhou, how could you allow a man like you to be so presumptuous?
Your Majesty, the Queen have already arrived at the Hong Mansion, couldn't you be deaf and blind and unable to hear the sound of the sword being spared? You actually dared to kill the Ninth Prince in front of the Majesty and the Queen, Ye Chuyue, you are so brave!"
"I heard."
Chu Yue smiled jokingly: "So, I used arrows."
Mrs. Yongding was filled with anger and suddenly choked in her throat, unable to speak a word.
She really couldn't figure out why Ye Chuyue could face Lord Red Eagle and the Queen so lightly.
Looking at her expression, is she very proud and polite to use arrows? Do I need to give her an award?
"General Wuling."
Even though the queen was furious, she still maintained her magnanimity and grace: "Your Majesty entrusts you with the dragon talisman because he trusts you, favors you, and values Mu Mansion. I hope that you, the war god of the two kingdoms, will
, The new daughter of Mu Mansion can bring prosperity to Beizhou and protect Beizhou. She is the one who protects Beizhou, not the one who kills innocent people indiscriminately. Ye Chuyue, you killed my son Chi.
Ying, do you know that you are guilty of despising the Beizhou royal family?"