The villain is ruthless

Chapter 607 Don't Take Your Highness ([-])

Mr. Fang felt as if struck by lightning, "How...how is this possible?! You must have made a mistake!" He did it very covertly, just in case he found a substitute, and he would never be found.

Dali Siqing didn't listen to his sophistry and took him away directly.

"Let go of this old man!" Lord Fang kept struggling, "I want to see the emperor! I have something to say! Let me see the emperor!"

Until now, he is stupid if he doesn't know who made the mess.

Xiao Yang is a ruthless person who crosses rivers and demolishes bridges. He shouldn't have believed him in the first place, and he shouldn't have given him his daughter, otherwise he wouldn't have come to where he is now.

"Master Fang," Dali Temple Minister said with a serious face, "Your embezzlement of the disaster relief money has been proved. The emperor will not see you. If you hand over the silver taels, you should be given a lighter punishment. If not—"The following words, Dali Siqing didn't say anything, the answer is self-evident.

"Xiao Yang! It's Xiao Yang!" Master Fang's eyes were tearing apart when he heard the words, wishing he could tear the little prince's body into pieces, "It's him who killed me! He's not dead yet, he's come back for revenge!"

Dali Siqing frowned, he was no stranger to this name.

Xiao Yang was the former prince who disappeared nine years ago because of his mother's empress, so how could things involve him.

"He's back!" Master Fang's eyes were red, fearing that the Dali Temple Minister would not believe him, he kept repeating, "If he dares to touch me now, he will dare to kill the emperor in the future. Master Zhang must let the old man see the emperor."

Dali Temple Minister didn't pay much attention to his words, "Lord Fang, I will still report to the emperor what you said, but it doesn't mean that you are not corrupt."

Master Fang's complexion was pale, knowing that he could not escape the prison, he sneered again and again, "Xiao Yang's wolf ambition is not as strong as a weak crown, and there is such a city. Master Zhang must be careful, if he is framed by him, he will end up like this old man."

"Master Fang doesn't need to worry about this matter," Dali Temple Minister said without changing his face, "If the former prince really comes back, the emperor should decide everything."

After all, let someone take more than 100 members of the Fang family out of Fangfu.

The aggressive approach of the imperial guards attracted the attention of many people. When they learned of Mr. Fang's corruption, they scolded Mr. Fang for being greedy for profit, and begged the court to give him a heavy sentence.

On the tower not far away, the young man in black fur looked coldly at Mr. Fang, who was like a prisoner, with no expression on his face, but a thin sarcasm in his eyes.

"Your Highness," the person beside him looked at the sky and reminded in a low voice, "It's time to go back. Miss Jiang asked you to go back earlier today."

The young man didn't speak, he raised his hand to take the bow and arrow at hand, put his finger on the bow lightly, and aimed the arrow at the group of people passing by downstairs.

The moment the bow was drawn, the sharp arrow shot out like a shadow. In an instant, there was a scream of pain from downstairs, and in the next moment, Mr. Fang, who was still cursing at Dali Siqing, fell down like a onion.

The blood in his chest gushed like a spring, drowning him in an instant.

The surroundings were completely silent, and between breaths, screams one after another could be heard endlessly.

"Killed! Killed!!"

"Everyone be careful! There are assassins!"

I saw Mr. Fang lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, and his breath was gone.

The minister of Dali Temple was startled, his eyes were like torches looking towards the tower, and his eyes were on the little prince from afar.

Seeing the handsome young man with a cold face standing on the high wall, his fair hand still resting on his bow like a shooting star in the night, Dali Siqing couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but could still feel the provocation in his eyes .

It was a look of intense contempt and disdain.

It seems that the world will be torn apart in a blink of an eye.

Recalling Master Fang's previous words, Siqing Dali's heart shuddered, and he couldn't help driving his horse forward. In a blink of an eye, the man disappeared from sight.

"Tell that person," said the cold voice loosely on the tower, with a coldness that made people chill, "this is just the beginning."

Dali Siqing's face turned pale, and he quickly ran up the tower, the cold wind was blowing, and there was no trace of the boy.

The minister of Dali Temple went downstairs and pulled out the arrow in the mouth of the adult below, with the word "Dark" printed on the end of the arrow.

"Your Highness the Sixth Prince." There was a word "Dark" in the name of the prince back then.

Dali Siqing finally believed that he was the one who came back.

"Come here! Send Fang's family to the prison!" But he drove his horse to the gate of the palace, impatient to tell the emperor the news.

The fact that Xiao Yang dared to appear aboveboard means that he has gained power. There are probably many people in the court standing by his side, and now that Xiao Ting is not in Shangjing, the emperor's situation is in danger.

The news brought by Dali Siqing really frightened the emperor. He never expected that the child was still alive.

Mingming and Anwei watched him get lost in the deep mountains with his own eyes.

Such a small child should have been buried in the belly of the beast long ago.

"Impossible!" The emperor refused to believe this fact, "He died nine years ago."

"He's not dead," Dali Siqing immediately knelt down, "Not only did he come back, but he also shot Fang Zhong to death with an arrow. He must have come back for revenge. Your Majesty must be careful!"

"Revenge..." the emperor muttered these two words, and his originally bad face became even more bad. "At the beginning, his mother was shameless, so why should he have revenge? It's ridiculous!"

"I am the Son of Heaven, how can I be afraid of a man of unrighteous blood?" the emperor gritted his teeth and said, "No matter where he is now, he must be killed, my country cannot tolerate such a calamity like him!"

"Yes!" Dali Temple Minister secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, "I will make arrangements now."

"Wait," the emperor called him, "Send a message to General Lin outside the city, asking him to lead his troops here as soon as possible, and he must catch this traitor!"

After all, the emperor seemed uneasy, and sent many military officials to the imperial study, ordering them to find the little prince as quickly as possible, regardless of life or death.

It is impossible for him to keep such criticism, not nine years ago, and even less likely nine years later.

When the little prince heard the news, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Let him find me, and whoever finds me will be killed first."

He pushed open the door and looked at Jiang Zhu who was sitting under the crabapple tree embroidering clothes. The gloom on his face was replaced by a smile, and he walked up to her side, "Sister, I'm back."

Jiang Zhu put his clothes aside, "Come here for some tea first."

The little prince sat down as he said, and glanced at his clothes, "What are you doing, sister?"

"You can't wear your previous clothes," Jiang Zhu said, "I plan to make two more with the fabric you brought back."

The little prince felt sweet and distressed when he heard the words, "I can't even say that my sister will do it again, but what can I do if you burn your eyes."

He held Jiang Zhu's hand, glanced at the newly added needle holes on her fingertips, and wished he could burn all the fabric, "Sister is so disobedient, do you want to make me unhappy?"

"How can you be so squeamish?" Jiang Zhu withdrew his hand, "Embroidery is a way to pass the time. You often go out these days, and you don't let me go to the shop, so you can only make clothes for His Highness."

"Sister," the little prince was moved in his heart, but he hummed, "Now you just need to enjoy yourself, and someone else will do the grueling work. I don't want you to suffer like this."

(End of this chapter)