The Red Chamber: My Stunning Confidante with a Variety of Styles

Hearing this, Jia Jue hurried out the door and summoned a guard to ask why.

The result was a surprise to him: an assassin broke into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, intending to do something wrong to Zhao Qi.

He went back to the inner room, informed Hongyu that he was going to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"I'll go too." Hongyu said hastily.

Jia Jue glanced at her and nodded, "Okay, then quickly arrange your clothes."

Hongyu looked down, her face turned red immediately, she spat on Jia Jue, turned around quickly, and straightened her clothes.

Jia Jue smiled, said nothing more, and walked quickly towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The two came to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but saw that it was already surrounded by the Forbidden Army.

"Empress, Master Jia." The commander of the imperial army bowed to the two with a dark face.

"How's the situation?" Jia Jue asked him.

"An assassin has broken into His Majesty's bedroom and is currently holding His Majesty hostage." The commander of the imperial guards replied.

Jia Jue nodded: "How many assassins are there and who are they?"

"Only one person, his appearance is not good, and his identity is unknown."

Just as Jia Jue was about to continue asking questions, he suddenly heard a voice from inside the room: "Is Rong Guo Gong Jia Jue outside?"

"Yes." Jia Jue replied.

"Please come in and meet me!" the voice in the room shouted.

Hongyu quickly looked at Jia Jue, with a hint of concern in her expression.

Jia Jue nodded to her: "It's okay."

He came out more and more, pushed open the door, and walked into the room.

"Close the door." The voice in the room sounded again.

Jia Jue closed the door casually and walked into the room.

But he saw Liu Tian prostrate on the ground, trembling all over, not daring to lift his head.

One person was standing by the bed, with the short blade in his hand resting on Zhao Qi's neck.

Seeing that person's appearance, Jia Jue was slightly taken aback. This person was actually somewhat similar to Zhao Cheng.

Seeing him, the man's eyes burst into a bright look, he actually knelt down towards Jia Jue, and said in a trembling voice:

"Zhao Ding met the grandson!"

Jia Jue was taken aback: "What grandson? Did you recognize the wrong person?"

The man shook his head: "It can't be wrong, my elder brother and I handed over the grandson to the old Rong Guo Gong Jia Daishan in person!"

"What!" Jia Jue's eyes widened when he heard the words, and he shouted, "Nonsense! Who are you? What are you trying to do!"

"Grandson, everything I said is true, and there is absolutely no falsehood!" The man hurriedly said, "If you don't believe me, why don't you have a blood test with that bastard Zhao Qi."

Jia Jue waved his sleeves suddenly, and angrily said: "Bold! Let Your Majesty go, don't make the same mistakes again and again, and harm your family!"

"Hahahaha! Grandson, I have risked everything when I enter the palace today." Zhao Ding laughed loudly, and then shouted to Liu Tian beside him, "Old dog, bring me a glass of water!"

"Yes, yes." Liu Tian hurriedly agreed, got up tremblingly, and poured him a cup of tea.

Zhao Ding took the tea and put it aside, and said to Jia Jue, "Please ask your grandson to drop a drop of blood into the cup."

"What do you want to do?" Jia Jue shouted at him.

"Grandson doesn't need to ask more questions, just do it." Zhao Ding said.

"Bastard, how dare you do that!" Jia Jue said angrily.

"Grandfather, you'd better listen to what the villain has to say." Zhao Ding said indifferently, exerting a slight force in his hand, blood beads were already dripping from the short blade.

"Stop!" Jia Jue shouted angrily upon seeing this.

Zhao Ding looked at him and pouted towards the cup beside him.

Jia Jue glared at him fiercely, but walked to the cup helplessly.

"Please!" Zhao said to him.

Jia Jue's face was full of anger and resentment, but Zhao Qi's life was in the hands of the other party, so he finally bit his own finger helplessly and dripped a drop of blood into the cup.

"Okay, grandson please back off." Zhao Ding said.

Jia Jue stared at him coldly, then backed away.

After he backed away, Zhao Ding quickly scratched Zhao Qi's finger, and dripped a drop of blood into the cup.

At this moment, the eyes of several people in the field all looked at the cup.

But under their eyes, the two drops of blood slowly merged.

Seeing this, Liu Tian gave Jia Jue a horrified look, but then quickly lowered his head.

But Zhao Ding laughed loudly: "Grandson, you can see it! You are his nephew! Your father was the prince back then!"

"It's nonsense! It's nonsense!" Jia Jue stepped back with a pale face, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Grandson, the facts are all there and cannot be refuted!" Zhao Ding said loudly.

Jia Jue shook his head slowly, still full of disbelief.

"Grandson, do you know why I entered the palace today?" Zhao Ding asked suddenly.

Jia Jue looked at him blankly.

Zhao Ding's face showed a ray of hatred: "It is to kill this beast and avenge the prince!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his blade high and was about to slash at Zhao Qi.

But at this moment, with a whistling sound, a sharp arrow suddenly broke through the window and hit his arm.

While the blood was splashing, Zhao Ding let out a cry of pain, he could no longer hold the short blade in his hand, fell to the ground, and bounced in front of Jia Jue.

At this time, shouts and shouts suddenly came from outside the room, and the forbidden army rushed towards here.

"Grandson! Kill him!" Zhao Ding shouted anxiously at Jia Jue.

Jia Jue lowered his head, looked at the dagger on the ground and remained silent.

"Grandson, the hatred of killing one's father is unshakable! Kill him!" Zhao Ding yelled again.

Jia Jue's figure trembled slightly, but he still didn't reach out to pick up the short blade.

At this time, the footsteps and shouts outside the house were getting closer and closer, and the imperial guards were about to break in.

"Grandson! Kill him! Not only can you avenge the murder of your father, but the throne is yours! You will ascend to the top of the world and become the Ninth Five-Year King!" Zhao Ding shouted, "If you don't kill him, he will wake up!" After coming, I will definitely kill you! You are the remnant of the prince! He will never let you go!"

Jia Jue frowned and shook his head slowly:
"Your Majesty gave me the grace to know you, and I owe you all the gift I have today. You treat me as a gentleman of the country, and I will repay you as a soldier of the country. No matter what my status or background is, it is not my reason to betray."

After these few words, Liu Tian suddenly raised his head and looked at him in astonishment.

Zhao Ding was also shocked: "You are crazy! He wants your life! If you don't kill him, he will kill you too!"

Jia Jue slowly closed her eyes: "All this way, Your Majesty has treated me very well. How can I repay my kindness for you? If Your Majesty wants to kill me, I will have no complaints."

Zhao Ding couldn't help roaring: "Jia Jue, how stupid you are! As long as you kill him, you will be the emperor! You will be the lord of the world! The throne in front of you is the throne! The throne!"

Jia Jue sneered: "In your eyes, the throne is supreme, and you can give up everything for the throne. But I am not. This supreme right, in my opinion, is not as touching as my sisters saying 'Brother Jue'. It's not as sweet as His Majesty's 'bastard'."

Zhao Ding was speechless, he looked straight at Jia Jue, not knowing what to say.

Liu Tian stared blankly at Jia Jue, his eyes full of admiration.

And when there was silence in the room, a voice suddenly sounded:
"Hehehehe, hahahahaha!"