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Chapter 989 Quan Yutian: Dark Emperor, get out of bed! 29

The old emperor probably thought that she would not kill her father and king, so when she heard the news of her return, he didn't panic at all, and stayed in the alchemy palace as usual.

Chong Ai can't be bothered to take care of him now, a fatuous old emperor, he just needs to be imprisoned.

The night gradually fell, and the imperial city of Yanjing was shrouded in thick night, and the solemn atmosphere was full of chills.

Tonight, the imperial guards guarding the palace have been changed. The entire palace underwent a major blood change in the afternoon. The moat of the palace was blood red. The breeze blew by, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Whether it is the ministers and aristocratic families who have stood in the team or stayed on the sidelines, they must make a choice tonight.

The aristocratic family has already received the news that Yan Yi, the eldest prince who went to Xiao Country, has never returned, and the sixth prince who brought his guards to make trouble in the East Palace——

Now there is an incomplete and tragic corpse hanging on the moat of the palace.

Anyone who passed by the palace gate could see the corpse hanging on the city tower. This scene was chilling to the bone, and the timid body was soaked in cold sweat.

The devilish prince killed his two imperial brothers as soon as he came back, with vicious and brutal methods.

The crown prince can even kill the emperor's brother. After these courtiers and aristocratic families enter the palace, they are likely to become ghosts under the sword, but they have no choice but to enter the palace.

The Qionglin Hall of the Imperial Palace.

There are more than a dozen tables in the resplendent hall, and the beautiful palace maids in light-colored palace clothes are holding various plates with fine wine and fruits on them.

The musicians of the palace are playing music, and various musical instruments are playing classical music, and the dancers in the center of the hall are dancing lightly with their slender waists twisted.

It was supposed to be a happy scene, but the smiles on the faces of the ministers and nobles were very reluctant, and everyone was sweating on their foreheads.

"His Royal Highness is here—" the servant shouted in a shrill voice.

The people in the main hall stopped laughing and chatting, and looked nervously at the people who came out of the back hall.

The young man was dressed in a gorgeous bright yellow robe, with a smile on his feminine and handsome face, his red lips curled up in pleasure, and his dark pupils looked at the people in the hall.

Xia Chan pushed the princess and followed Chong Ai.

"See Your Highness the Crown Prince." The officials stood up and bowed.

Chong Ai sat down on the high seat in the middle, and glanced around lazily, all the officials who looked directly were sweating profusely.

"Sit down." She said lightly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and sat down cautiously.

The only people who came to the dinner tonight were the courtiers and some noble family marquises. They did not bring their heirs and inner chambers, probably because they were afraid that she would kill her.

Several of the old emperor's princes were killed by her before, the eldest prince was killed by her in the country of Xiao, the sixth prince who forced the palace died, and only the eleventh prince, that cunning Yanyang, has not yet appeared.

As one of Xiao Feifei's back-up male protagonists, Yan Yang is quite smart, the eldest prince and the sixth prince are all cannon fodder for him to seize the throne.

"Do you all know about the disappearance of His Highness?"

Some of the courtiers who knew about it froze, and their faces turned pale instantly. The prince wants to settle accounts after the fall, and I'm afraid they will never return tonight.

Most of the courtiers are Chong Ai's subordinates, but because the news in the palace is tightly concealed, and His Royal Highness is not in the imperial city, they don't know about it.

"His Royal Highness, where have you been?" asked the Minister of War.

Chong Ai supported his head with a slightly cold expression, shook the white jade wine glass gently in one hand, and said: "My good brother, the eldest prince, the sixth prince..."

Every time she named a person, some of the courtiers sitting in their seats felt a chill in their necks.

(End of this chapter)