"Okay, just in time to give it a try." The man said with a playful tone, and when he looked over, he saw that this person was not the already dead Jin Yi.
That is, Qin Shaoyi, who was rescued on the road to exile and pretended to be the prince of Southern Xinjiang.
"This time we proposed marriage, but we didn't expect Emperor Feng to agree so quickly." Jin Yi raised his eyebrows and said not caring.
He threw a peanut in his mouth casually, looked at the man in black, and pointed at his face: "You didn't even know who killed him, so you dared to take me back to southern Xinjiang blatantly.
Now we are going to have a marriage alliance with Feng Guo in a big way, so don’t be afraid."
The masked man in black just looked at him indifferently: "Afraid, my dignified Nanjiang Imperial Master will be afraid. Those who are not afraid of death will come."
"Don't forget, the Golden Witch is still alive, and your most powerful opponent is not dead yet." Jin Yi has now fully adapted to his new identity, and has a clear understanding of the internal affairs of Southern Xinjiang.
But the man in black didn't care about this at all and had his own persistence: "I don't care whether he lives or lives, as long as he doesn't appear in southern Xinjiang."
Then he looked at him with a warning: "You just need to remember that you are the only prince in Southern Xinjiang who is qualified to inherit the throne. Southern Xinjiang just needs a king who can lead them to become powerful."
Jin Yi chuckled: "Why did you choose me?"
The man in black glanced at him and withdrew his gaze: "The right time, right place, right people, and you have no other choice."
Jin Yi nodded: "That's right, let's get to work."
After saying that, he stood up, his whole body exuding a ruthless aura, which was completely different from the previous second prince of the Northern Kingdom.
Feng Chuze no longer looked as depressed as before. Knowing that his elder brother would bring him back, he no longer had to worry about anything.
When he returned to the room and was about to have a nice sleep, a figure suddenly appeared behind him and knocked him unconscious before he could turn around.
He was replaced by someone who looked just like him.
The outcome and speed of handling the matter surprised Feng Wu: "Fat man, go and keep an eye on Su Wan. If your uncle shows up, come back and tell me directly."
"yes."
Feng Wu arranged everything and prepared to find Dongfang Zhi, who had just returned.
"Dad." As soon as they entered, they discovered that Yuan Muye and Yuan Chengzhou were also there.
"Princess." Yuan Chengzhou's eyes lit up when he saw Feng Wu.
This provoked Dongfang Zhi to take another look at him, and then he understood. He was thinking about something secretly, and looked at his daughter's figure. Well, a trace of pride flashed in his eyes.
"Master Yuan, Young Master Yuan." Feng Wu stepped forward.
"Dad, did I disturb you?"
Dongfang Zhi glanced at her: "Since you're here, just sit down."
When Feng Wu heard the conversation between the two, a trace of surprise flashed across his face: "What? The prince married in Southern Xinjiang is named Jin Yi."
"Yeah, what's the problem?" Several people looked at her.
Feng Wu came back to his senses and shook his head: "It's okay, I just haven't heard his name for a long time."
Dongfang Zhi took another look at Feng Wu, knowing her daughter Mo Ruofu. This girl definitely didn't think like this just now.
Yuan Makino understood: "It's normal."
After all, Jin Wu has a close relationship with the royal family of southern Xinjiang.
After the conversation was over, Yuan Chengzhou was still unwilling to leave, so he was dragged away by his father: "Princess, we will make an appointment next time when you are free."
He was hit hard on the head: "You brat, what are you talking about?"
"From the moment you were married to Jin Yi, you were always absent-minded." When only the two of them were left, Dongfang looked at Feng Wu.
Feng Wu frowned, and there was doubt in his heart: "That person can't be Jin Yi."
"Why?" Dongfang Zhi looked at her puzzled.
Feng Wu sighed and looked at Dongfang Zhi with a hint of seriousness in his eyes: "Because the real Jin Yi was killed by me with my own hands when he was in the North Country."