Pan Shimei, who was in a daze, shook his arm and the wine in the glass spilled on the ground.
Ever since he hired ten mercenaries to assassinate Ximen Hao, he has been restless.
No matter what, he is the prince, your majesty’s eldest son!
"Yunlian, why did you run out if you didn't go to study with your husband?"
Pan Shimei turned around and put the wine glass on the table, looking a little unhappy.
Pan Yunlian smiled obediently and saluted:
"Dad, the husband said that there is nothing left to teach his daughter, so she came out for a walk."
Pan Shimei's expression finally softened, he stretched out his hand to stroke his beard and said with a smile:
"Yunlian is so smart, I am very pleased to be a father. But don't be proud. The world is big and there are many capable people, so don't be impatient."
"Haha~ My daughter understands, like my brother-in-law, what he said: It is better to be an official than to make decisions for the people..."
Pan Yunlian saw her father's face getting darker and darker, and was so frightened that she quickly closed her mouth, not understanding what was wrong with her father.
"Dad~Dad~What's wrong with you? It seems that you haven't been happy since my brother-in-law woke up. Also, my sister hasn't been home for a long time. What happened?"
With her quick thinking, she saw something was wrong on her father's face, and couldn't help but feel confused.
Pan Shimei's heart was bleeding. He had kept his daughter's death a secret, especially since her death was so embarrassing.
Although there were private discussions among the palace and the civil and military ministers, in the Pan Mansion, everything that was known was kept silent. Even Pan Yinlian was hastily buried. Only he, the two wives, and the housekeeper knew about it.
"It's nothing. I'm tired of being a father, so you can go back."
Pan Shimei stood up tiredly, feeling not only sorrow but also regret.
I don’t know why I was so obsessed with lard in the first place that I supported my daughter in harming Ximen Hao, and ended up like this.
"Oh~ Then my daughter resigns."
Pan Yunlian was a little depressed, feeling that her father was hiding something from her.
And my aunt, I don’t know why, she always cries alone at night, as if she’s summoning spirits.
At this moment, the head butler of the Pan Mansion hurried over, holding a booklet in both hands.
"Sir, someone from the palace has arrived and brought a letter from His Majesty."
Pan Shimei's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly ran a few steps forward, snatched the booklet away, and almost sat down on the ground when he saw it.
"Dad, what's wrong with you? Someone, help me back to the room quickly." Pan Yunlian greeted loudly.
The butler and the maids hurriedly supported Pan Shimei, not daring to express their anger.
"God's will~ God's will~ God's will! Daughter, daddy is sorry for you!!!"
Pan Shimei shouted loudly, with anger, unwillingness, fear, and a hint of regret.
My misstep this time really cost me my daughter and my army!
The brochure clearly states that His Majesty knows everything and clearly protects him.
No matter how much I hate Ximen Hao, I don't dare to make fun of my own nine tribes.
Pan Yunlian watched her father cry out in sorrow, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
There must have been some big changes in the Pan family during this period, maybe it was related to my sister, maybe it was related to my brother-in-law who had just recovered from a serious illness.
Maybe... maybe I should go out for a walk and inquire about it.
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Hanfeng County, Snow Mountain Grand Canyon.
"Masters, very violent masters! There are masters with swords, masters with axes, masters with hidden weapons, and it seems there are also monsters. Senior brother, we have to be careful."
Luo Li looked at the frozen corpses and body parts in the snow, her eyebrows furrowed and even a little disgusting.
But she knew that the masters he just mentioned, except for monsters, were all the same person.
Ye Lingfeng took a look at the sky. The sun had shined through the snow-capped mountains into the canyon, but it did not add any warmth.
"Looking at the extent of the snowflakes and the strong wind yesterday, the time of death should have been yesterday evening."
Luo Li nodded, then swept away some snow on the corpses with her feet, and frowned again.
"There seem to be two groups of killers. The one in white is probably a mercenary. Who is this guy in black?"
"Mercenary?"
Ye Lingfeng moved closer.
Luo Li raised the tip of her sword and opened the chest of a white-clothed corpse, revealing a badge with the word "mercenary" written on it.
"Junior sister, don't worry about this dead man. We have already met two groups of people looking for the Millennium Snow Lotus here. If we don't hurry up, others will get there first."
Ye Lingfeng always felt that this canyon was very uncomfortable, even a little eerie.
After all, there are nearly fifty corpses here, and many of them are in dilapidated condition.
"Wait, I'll take a look again."
Luo Li, like a curious baby, or someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, began to examine the black-clad corpses with the tip of her sword.
Suddenly, he stopped in front of a corpse that was obviously burned but had its throat cut.
"This should be the leader of the men in black. These corpses have obviously been searched, but this was missed."
As he said that, he picked up a black token with a blood-red word "Ling" on the front and a "Celebration" on the back.
"This is... a member of the Qing Kingdom Royal Family!"
Ye Lingfeng took the token and looked at it.
Luo Li looked at the bodies all over the floor, her eyes flickering. Suddenly, her pretty face changed and she exclaimed:
"The eldest prince of Qing Kingdom, Ximen Hao! That silver thief?"
As he said that, he quickly rummaged around to see if there was the body of the silver thief.
Ye Lingfeng frowned when he heard 'Ximen Hao'. During this period, his junior sister kept talking about 'dead silver thief, stinky silver thief' and so on.
Luo Li searched anxiously, but all the corpses on the ground belonged to the killer.
Suddenly, she saw three snow-drift graves. She ran over and dug open one of them, revealing a frozen corpse.
"Is this his guard? It seems a little familiar."
Ye Lingfeng also ran over. Ximen Hao only had a few guards, and he had seen two of them, so of course he had some impressions.
"He~how did he kill so many killers? Is there a master behind him?"
Luo Li murmured to herself, recalling the scene when Ximen Hao suddenly exploded.
Ye Lingfeng's face didn't look good either. It was easy to see from the grave bag that Ximen Hao had killed three guards but fifty killers.
And each one looked so miserable, there were even traces of thunder bomb explosions.
"It seems that the legend of Ximen Hao is true. He was saved by gods."
Luo Li thought of some rumors and originally scoffed at them, but now it seems that this is the only explanation.
He waved his hand to bury the body of the guard again, and then bowed.
Although a lot of corpses were moved just now, this time they were digging graves, and the nature was different.
"Gods? You really believe it! Anyway, I don't believe it!" Ye Lingfeng said with curled lips.
"Oh~ let's go. Things involving the royal family of the Qing Kingdom are always full of bloodshed and conspiracy."
Luo Li's sword was sheathed, then he glanced at the canyon and walked quickly north.
"Fairy? Monster? Ximen Hao? Qingguo~ Haha! Only ghosts can believe it."
Ye Lingfeng smiled disdainfully. He was a direct disciple of the Luoyun Sect in the Tang Empire, and he had an aura of being superior to others.