Quick time travel: The sick and charming villain in my strategy has turned black again

Chapter 213

The dark red blood stained Duan Mu's pale lips.

The smile in Qi Lingchuan's eyes deepened.

Suddenly, a voice from outside interrupted Qi Lingchuan: "Master, His Majesty has sent someone to see the third son of Yunguo."

Qi Lingchuan let go of his hand, and a large piece of flesh and blood fell to the ground.

With twinkling eyes, he gave Duan Mu a cold look: "You're lucky."

After finishing speaking, he got up and left, and stopped when he passed by the guards outside: "Clean up this place, and then let the third son clean it up."

"Yes."

In Qi Lingchuan's mansion, there were several people standing at this moment.

The leader is a father-in-law, probably in his fifties or sixties, with drooping eyebrows and eyes, with a very calm expression.

"It's Eunuch Li, does the emperor have something to order?"

Qi Lingchuan entered the room and asked indifferently.

Eunuch Li saluted Qi Lingchuan, bowed his waist and respectfully said: "Our family has met the Fifth Prince."

Seeing Qi Lingchuan waving his hands, he continued: "Your Majesty is in good spirits today, thinking that the third son of Yun Kingdom has been in the southern country for some time, so he hosted a banquet in Jingting Palace to entertain the third son, and specially ordered our family to pick him up into the palace."

Eunuch Li lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye, and his polite words made it hard to find fault.

Qi Lingchuan's eyebrows moved, a look of inquiry flashed across his face, and he nodded immediately: "It seems that the father's body has improved, which is a good thing, come here, and invite the third son of Yunguo to come up. Send the third son into the palace, and also visit the father by the way."

Eunuch Li quickly raised his head and glanced at Qi Lingchuan, as if under an illusion, he continued: "That is good, the emperor must be very pleased to know His Highness's filial piety."

Qi Lingchuan didn't speak, but closed his eyes slightly.

After a quarter of an hour or so, the sent person came back.

Two servants followed behind, one supporting Duan Mu slightly.

At this moment, Duan Mu had changed into Yunguo's royal costume. The dark golden pattern on his waist added a bit of nobility to him. He was thin but not thin. Although his face was pale, he also gave off a somewhat cruel feeling.

Looking at Duan Mu's appearance at this time, it is completely unimaginable that not long ago, he was just a prisoner soaked in a water prison.

He seems to be a born king, and everyone in front of him unconsciously feels a bit shorter.

"Third Young Master, what's wrong? You don't look well." Eunuch Li asked suspiciously with an unknown look in his eyes.

With a mocking smile on his lips, Duan Mubo stared at Qi Lingchuan who was beside him: "Very good, I don't feel any discomfort."

Qi Lingchuan sneered.

Only then did Eunuch Li nod his head: "That's good, our family is here to pick up the third son into the palace to meet His Majesty."

Duan Mu lowered his eyes, his hands on both sides were drooping, and blood was still dripping, but Eunuch Li ignored it and just looked at Duan Mu with a smile.

"Thank you." Duan Mu didn't seem to have the slightest sense of his injury, but the eyebrows became more and more unpredictable.

The carriage drove slowly on the official road, and Duan Mu sat down alone, finally showing a trace of weakness and exhaustion, and raised his hand to look at the wound on his wrist.

Those people, as if on purpose, strangled his wound with thin ropes, and those twines were deeply sunken into the flesh and were dyed bright red.

Duan Mu looked and looked, his eyes full of sarcasm, and finally put down his hands without feeling anything, twisted his neck, closed his eyes and rested.

The grievances with Qi Lingchuan seem to go back to five years ago.

At that time, the tension between the two countries was not as tense as it is now. Qi Lingchuan once led a mission to congratulate Lord Yun on his birthday.

At that time, Qi Lingchuan's little Qingmei He Zhirong also came together.

He Zhirong was gentle and soft-tempered, but somehow he provoked Duan Mu, so, on the way back home with Qi Lingchuan leading the mission, He Zhirong had his limbs cut off by Duan Mu's men, and died in front of Qi Lingchuan.

However, because He Zhirong did not have any noble status, but was just the daughter of a grandma in the Qilingchuan Mansion, the matter was left alone.

However, this enmity has been remembered by Qi Lingchuan until now.

Duan Mu let out a sigh of relief, although this incident was done by Duan Mu himself, but this grudge has been remembered on him now.

A light flashed in his gloomy eyes, he was not afraid of Qi Lingchuan's moves, as long as he didn't die, Qi Lingchuan would definitely die in the end.

After entering the palace, there was no one to help Duan Mu, he walked steadily and slowly step by step, and Eunuch Li also patiently walked and waited.

How could a man like Eunuch Li fail to notice Duan Mu's injury?
However, Eunuch Li chose to ignore it.

In the end, Duan Mu is just a proton. In their southern country, as long as they are alive and breathing, it doesn't make any difference whether they are kneeling or lying on their stomachs.

Just a little hurt.

In Jingting Palace, the old emperor of the Southern Kingdom leaned on the dragon chair, closed his eyes and meditated, while two court ladies kept rubbing his temples.

The banquet has already been set up, and all the officials are present, quietly, near the seat of the old emperor, there are several other princes, and there are two vacant seats, presumably reserved for Qi Lingchuan and Duan Mu.

Duan Mu's position is third from the right.

According to the rules, the royal family of other countries should be on the upper left. Now such an arrangement is obviously intended to beat Duan Mu.

Duan Mu sat in the arranged position expressionlessly. Under the warm candle, his face seemed to be a little paler.

The officials whispered to each other, as if they were discussing something, the princes glanced at Duan Mu with various meanings in their eyes.

As for Qi Lingchuan, he glanced at Duan Mu thoughtfully, it was too quiet, and it was very different from the Duan Mu in his memory.

But for some reason, the current Duan Mu made him even more wary.

Gathering his mind, Qi Lingchuan withdrew his gaze from Duan Mu. Duan Mu is just a lowly proton now, and he still lives in his mansion. In his hands, a proton can't make any waves.

"The third son is here."

In this strange atmosphere, the old emperor finally opened his cloudy eyes, and when he looked at Duan Mu, he was full of contempt.

"South Emperor."

Duan Mu opened a pair of condensed eyes, and took a light look at the old emperor of the Southern Kingdom.

Even in this situation, even though many people stared at the show, when Duan Mu opened his mouth, everyone became strangely quiet.

It seems that in front of Duan Mu, no one can laugh at him.

Even if he is just a humble proton now.

This kind of cognition made everyone a little ashamed.

The flesh on the old emperor's face twitched strangely, and his eyes turned to Qi Lingchuan: "Chuan'er, is the third son of Yunguo still used to being in your house? Did you take good care of him?"

Qi Lingchuan got up and said: "After all, he is a distinguished guest from Yunguo, and his ministers should take good care of him, but I don't know if the third son can get used to living in these days?"

Qi Lingchuan turned his head to look at Duan Mu with a half-smile.

(End of this chapter)