Feng Qian burst in first, pointing directly at Feng Zixiao: "Feng Zixiao, where are you going?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she moved swiftly, drawing her sword directly from Sese's waist. She rushed over and placed the sword against Feng Zixiao's neck, speaking coldly and gloomily.
The generals protecting Feng Zixiao's side changed their expressions drastically, took a step back, and anxiously asked, "Princess, what do you want to do?"
These men are all generals from Beilu. Among them is Yun Hai, the patriarch of the Yun family who was going to marry Feng Qian last time, as well as several other generals. After the defeat at Lincheng, they were preparing to escort the emperor away. What does the princess mean by this?
Yunhai and the others were extremely anxious. The army of Beilu had already entered the city. If they did not leave soon, the emperor would surely fall into the hands of the Beilu people, and then they would be doomed. Other readers are currently reading: Phoenix Seeks Phoenix ②: Remarriage is Difficult (TXT download).
Feng Zixiao also shouted coldly, "Feng Qian, what do you want to do?"
Feng Qian didn't even glance at the person under her blade. Instead, she ordered the generals, including Yun Hai, to the side: "I have decided to punish this wicked villain on behalf of my father. I will behead him and hand him over to Emperor Xie to end the war between our two countries. Yun Hai, if you still have any sense of duty as a soldier of the Great Zhou Dynasty, you must immediately obey my orders and escort Prince Jing back to the capital. Tell them that the Emperor died in Lincheng and that Prince Jing should be enthroned as Emperor."
"this?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment. Not only Yunhai and the others, but even Feng Zihe was stunned. He never expected that his elder sister would support him as emperor at such a time. How could this be? He looked at his elder brother under his elder sister's sword and suddenly realized that although the person in front of him was the emperor, he was not their elder brother. In other words, his elder brother had probably already escaped from Lincheng, and his elder sister's purpose in doing this was to use this fake emperor to support him as emperor.
However, Prince Jing couldn't help but call out, "Royal Sister?"
Feng Qian's expression turned even colder as she shouted at Yun Hai and the others, "Do you really intend to make a traitor your emperor? If you don't hand over Feng Zixiao, after Bei Lu conquers Lincheng, they might massacre the city and then continue to conquer other parts of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Are you just going to stand by and watch the Great Zhou Dynasty perish?"
Feng Qian's sharp and cold words reached the ears of the generals, causing them to tremble. The Emperor's actions had indeed alienated the people. They had never agreed to treat the people on Fulong Island that way, but he ignored their advice and insisted on doing so. The generals had long been disgusted by this, and now, faced with this situation, Yun Hai and the other generals immediately clasped their hands in a fist and accepted the order.
"Your humble servants and others obey orders and will now escort the new emperor back to the capital. (A good novel: Forcing the son to time travel.)"
"Okay, let's go quickly, or it will be too late."
“Royal Sister,” Prince Jing called out. Yunhai and the others didn’t let him say anything more and carried him away. Feng Zihe couldn’t help but feel anxious. What would happen to the Royal Sister? Although Ye Lingfeng had been on good terms with them in the past, it was only because of Hai Ling. Now that Hai Ling was gone, they had no connection with him whatsoever. If the Royal Sister wanted to do something, they might not agree. What would they do then?
When the fake emperor under Feng Qian's sword saw Yun Hai and the others carrying Prince Jing away, his face turned ugly. He tried to shout, but Feng Qian knocked him unconscious with a single palm strike.
Then, Feng Qian calmly looked at Sese and the others beside Helian Qianxun and gave the order: "Sese, immediately lead a few of your men to secretly protect Prince Jing back to the capital. Do not let anyone harm Prince Jing."
Although Yunhai and the others agreed to support Prince Jing as emperor, she had no idea whether they would plot against her behind her back.
"If anyone dares to harm Prince Jing, kill him."
Cold-blooded and ruthless, he glanced at Helian Qianxun and, seeing his master nod, immediately accepted the order: "Yes, Your subordinate obeys."
After saying this, Se Se waved her hand and led several of her subordinates away quickly. Feng Qian, however, thrust her sword into the chest of the villain who was impersonating the emperor's brother. Her face was cold and gloomy. Just then, the gate of the mansion was smashed open, and the soldiers of Bei Lu quickly occupied the mansion. Ye Lingfeng and Mu Ye led several soldiers of Bei Lu into the mansion and went straight to the main hall. There, at Feng Qian's feet, lay a dead man. This man was Feng Zixiao.
Ye Lingfeng and Mu Ye's expressions were extremely unpleasant. They faced Feng Qian and Helian Qianxun with gloomy and cold expressions, and then a bloodthirsty voice rang out.
"Ji Shaocheng, investigate for me, is this person Feng Zixiao?"
Ye Lingfeng suspected that the person's successful killing was likely a hoax.
Ji Shaocheng stepped forward as ordered and quickly discovered that this was a person disguised as Feng Zixiao. The real Feng Zixiao had likely escaped. (Download the best novel: Don't Be Too Bad! TXT)
Feng Qian stepped forward and calmly said, "That's right, this is not Feng Zixiao. The real Feng Zixiao has already fled on his own. The reason I killed this fake emperor is to announce to the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty that the emperor is dead and that we should now support the Seventh Prince, Prince Jing, as emperor."
Ye Lingfeng remained silent, gazing quietly at Feng Qian. His eyes held no warmth, only coldness, growing ever colder. He knew Feng Qian had more to say.
"Emperor Xie, I hope you will not massacre the city, even if this city will belong to the Northern Lu Kingdom from now on. Please do not massacre the city, these people are innocent."
As soon as Feng Qian finished speaking, Ye Lingfeng's eyes suddenly turned bloodthirsty, and he spoke slowly and deliberately, each word dripping with cold malice.
"You're dreaming. I've said it before: everyone in the Great Zhou Dynasty will be buried with Ling'er. So don't even think about it."
“I believe Ling’er is not dead, and she would not agree to you doing this.”
Feng Qian screamed sharply, "So many people have died on Fulong Island, are we going to let even more innocent people die?"
“You should be dealing with Feng Zixiao. That’s right, he’s disappeared and has likely infiltrated Bianliang City in Beilu. Why don’t you deal with him instead of targeting these defenseless civilians in Lincheng?”
Ling'er is missing, and she is in more pain than anyone else. She wishes she could die in her place, but these people are innocent, and she wants to stop Ye Lingfeng from massacring the city.
But Ye Lingfeng was a demon at this moment. Because of Ling'er's disappearance, he was no longer the wise and benevolent ruler Ye Lingfeng. He transformed into a wild demon, his whole body as cold as ice, exuding a chilling aura. He spoke in a sinister tone: "If you have that much time, go find Ling'er. Otherwise, I will not let anyone in the Great Zhou Dynasty go. If I do not see her by 5 pm tonight, I will massacre the city."
After Ye Lingfeng finished speaking, he flung his hand and led the people out. Feng Qian, who was behind him, suddenly collapsed to the ground, crying. Helian Qianxun reached out and hugged her. (A good novel: Police Officer's Redemption)
"Qian'er, don't be sad." No amount of sadness will help. Ye Lingfeng is a devil now, even more insane than Feng Zixiao. Not only him, but also Mu Ye. Just as he said, if Ji Hailing doesn't appear, not only Lincheng, but other cities will probably suffer as well.
"Are we really going to let him massacre the city? If Ling'er were here, she would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen."
Feng Qian sniffed, feeling exhausted and drained. She didn't know what she was persisting for. If she had just turned around and left with Helian Qianxun, she wouldn't care about the Great Zhou or Lincheng. But thinking of Ling'er, she felt that she shouldn't let Ye Lingfeng become a devil. If the city was massacred this time, Ye Lingfeng would definitely be seen as a devilish emperor, cruel and bloodthirsty, in the eyes and hearts of the people.
"The only way right now is to find Ji Hailing; there is no other way."
Even if he were to ambush Ye Lingfeng, it might not be effective. Not only is Ye Lingfeng's martial arts unfathomable, but the people around him are all incredibly skilled; he wouldn't be able to get close to him at all. Moreover, he's currently acting recklessly; if anyone provokes him further, he might do something even more insane. Therefore, they can only proceed with extreme caution.
"Ling'er, where are you?"
Feng Qian nestled in Helian Qianxun's arms, her gaze unfocused as she looked outside. She heard the sound of horns, signaling that the Northern Lu Kingdom had won this battle.
"Let's go and find out if we've seen Ling'er in Lincheng."
If Ling'er had ever appeared in Lincheng, and it is confirmed that she is not dead, Ye Lingfeng will not massacre the city.
Feng Qian suddenly became more alert and looked calmly at Helian Qianxun. Helian Qianxun nodded and did not stop her, thinking it was better for her to keep busy.
He really couldn't bear to remind him that Ye Lingfeng had already sent people to investigate. If there were any news, it would have spread long ago; there wouldn't have been no news at all. Therefore, Ji Hailing did not appear in Lincheng.
As evening fell, a vibrant red sunset spilled down from the west of the city gate, bathing the city in a crimson hue. On the towering city wall stood a tall figure, his white brocade robe swirling gently in the wind. His black hair, streaked with white, resembled brocade dyed with various colors, conveying a sense of loneliness and sorrow. He stood calmly with his hands behind his back on the city wall, motionless, like a stone-carved ice sculpture, devoid of any dynamism.
Below the city, many people cried out and screamed, some even cursing angrily, as they were brought in row after row, amidst a cacophony of cries.
Beneath the city walls, elite soldiers stood in formation, and no one dared to utter a sound.