"Remember...remember, if you mess with senior brother again, you will be responsible for the consequences." Wu Die was about to cry but had no tears.
How did she know that Xia Qingchen had to go to the trouble of sending Zhang Zhiyue's ashes in person?
"Just understand." Xia Qingchen said coldly: "Just cut off one of your arms!"
What?
Cut off an arm?
How serious would the consequences be for a martial artist to cut off his arm?
Besides, Wu Die is still a woman, how can she get married from now on?
The consequences are really too serious.
"Brother, please be merciful. I am willing to bear other punishments." Wu Die was so anxious that tears came out of her eyes.
Xia Qingchen said calmly: "Other punishment? Yes, you can die to apologize."
Either cut off an arm or die.
Wu Die's face turned pale, she bit her lips tightly, and fell into great despair.
"Unbridled!" Pavilion Master Chen could no longer sit idly by and became angry and furious: "As a disciple of the Xingyun Sect, you act viciously and ruthlessly. I will definitely sue the sect and expose all your evil deeds!"
As he said that, he stood in front of Wu Die.
Tell Xia Qingchen with actions that he will never let Xia Qingchen hurt Wu Die in the slightest.
Xia Qingchen looked at him calmly: "Wu Die is right, you should shut up."
Pavilion Master Chen was not afraid and said with a long smile: "Do you really think that the disciples of the Nebula Sect are great? I am also a member of the Nebula Sect, why should I be afraid of you, a yellow... yellow-haired... ah, sir!"
He couldn't say any more, and his eyes widened even more.
Because Xia Qingchen took out a messenger token personally given by Lord Dayun from his pocket.
It is still the most advanced token.
Seeing this token is like seeing the Lord Dayun himself!
"See you, Special Envoy. This villain deserves to die. He contradicts your Majesty, so please punish him." Pavilion Master Chen's old body trembled, and he saluted with a trembling voice.
Xia Qingchen took back the token and said indifferently: "Kneel down while you go."
"Yes! Yes!" Pavilion Master Chen hurriedly stepped aside and knelt on the ground.
An old head, like a rotten apple, drooped deeply, and his face was as pale as paper.
Xia Qingchen didn't even look at him, and looked at Wu Die coldly: "Do you want me to do it myself?"
Wu Die's face turned pale, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
If Xia Qingchen had done it himself, it might have been more than just breaking an arm.
She gritted her teeth, her heart changed, and she took out the dagger.
A cold light flashed, and her left arm was broken off at shoulder level.
She was bleeding profusely. She endured the severe pain, bit her lip and said, "Senior brother, is it okay?"
Xia Qingchen put away the cold look in her eyes: "The grudge between you and me has been wiped out, but your father has not."
He looked at the twelfth incense stick that had burned to the end: "There's still half the time."
Wu Die woke up from a dream, covering his broken arm, and hurriedly ordered: "Quick! Let my father come over and kneel down!"
The faces of several attendants who were watching changed greatly and they hurriedly ran back to the palace.
at this time.
In the palace, the monarch was discussing with several princes.
"As soon as Zhang Wangya leaves, the border army he has controlled for many years must be reorganized. When necessary, he will not hesitate to bloodbath the cronies he cultivated!"
"In addition, Duoduo fabricated Zhang Wangya's heinous crimes to prevent people from complaining about him."
Several princes understood this very well and nodded one after another.
"Father, after this incident, our Wu family will continue to be immortal for hundreds of years. This is truly a grand event!"
"Haha, it's ridiculous that there is that inexplicable person who wants my father to kneel down without even looking at who our royal family relies on."
…
Just as he was talking, the guard came to report in a hurry.
"It's not good, Your Majesty!" the guard said incoherently: "Her Royal Highness the Princess had her arm cut off. No, she cut it off herself."
The monarch's expression changed and he said calmly: "Speak clearly!"
The guard adjusted his mood and said again: "The Nebula Sect disciple who sent the ashes forced Her Royal Highness to cut off one of her arms!"
What!
"Where is Pavilion Master Chen? Isn't he around? Why didn't he protect Die'er?" the monarch asked hurriedly.
Wu Die is the pillar of the royal family.
The guard's face showed great fear: "Pavilion Master Chen is kneeling aside!"
Kneel aside?
The monarch's heart sank inexplicably, and his voice became cautious: "What is the identity of that Nebula Sect disciple?"
The guard said: "I don't know, but Pavilion Master Chen calls him the special envoy!"
hiss!
The monarch took a breath, he heard Wu Die say it.
In the sect, only those who are senior intermediate disciples or above are qualified to accept the sect's appointment and patrol the world as special envoys.
He was panicked and at a loss.
"Your Majesty, princess, please hurry over and kneel down. It's almost too late."
At this moment, the monarch remembered that the special envoy had given him an hour to kneel in front of the coffin.
He stood up in fear and said hurriedly: "Hurry, prepare the sedan, no, prepare the horses, prepare the best fast horses!"
soon.
The king of the Iron Horse Principality rushed out of the palace on a single horse.
Behind him were the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, chasing him to death.
The General's Mansion.
The atmosphere in front of the mourning hall seemed to be frozen.
No one spoke, no one even gasped loudly.
Because, Xia Qingchen was sitting under the tree, motionless.
If he didn't move, no one would dare to move.
He didn't say anything, so no one dared to speak.
It wasn't until the twenty-fourth pillar of incense was burned to the end that Zhang Wangya swallowed hard and reminded in a very light voice: "Sir, the incense has been burned!"
At this time, Xia Qingchen slowly opened his eyes.
"The incense has been finished and no one has arrived, then I will go find him myself!" Xia Qingchen's words were very calm.
But anyone can hear the coldness hidden inside.
The royal family will be splashed with blood because of this!
At this moment, a horse neighed.
Then a middle-aged man with Chinese characters in a messy yellow robe ran in in a panic.
He glanced at Wu Die who had lost his arm, at Pavilion Master Chen who was kneeling aside, and then at the unfamiliar Xia Qingchen.
Taking one last look at the incense that was about to burn through, he immediately threw himself to the ground and kowtowed three times towards Zhang Zhiyue's coffin.
"I was wrong! I was wrong! I was wrong!"
Kowtow once and say a word.
After finishing the kowtow, he still knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xia Qingchen: "The special envoy of the Nebula Sect is here, and we are waiting for you from afar."
Xia Qingchen looked at the incense that was almost extinguished and said lightly: "Good luck to you."
These four words frightened the monarch and Wu Die's hearts to beat wildly.
Just now, Xia Qingchen was indeed planning to kill the king himself.
The monarch said in a trembling voice: "I realize that I have made a mistake. Please show mercy to me, the special envoy."
Xia Qingchen looked at him calmly and said slowly: "You can take the Zen position. From now on, Zhang Wangya will be in charge of the Iron Horse Principality."
These words were like a bolt from the blue.
The monarch was about to plead, but he found that Wu Die was secretly giving him a wink to stop talking.
Because she knew very well that Xia Qingchen still had unfulfilled murderous intent.
If you offend him, you may kill the king now.
"The royal family also moved out of the Iron Horse Principality and will not be able to return for the rest of their lives." Xia Qingchen wrote lightly.