The vicious villain is pretending to be weak again

Outside the barracks, one or two carriages were parked outside. The thin hairpin Xing was sitting in front holding a long sword. When he saw Jiang Lingyi coming out, he turned over and jumped out of the carriage.

"Master, Mu Zhaoxiang is dead."

"Dead? It seems that Zhao Quan still has some real skills."

Once Mu Zhaoxiang died, the relationship between the prince and the Mu family would have no room for return.

Zhao Quan's move is really vicious.

"Yesterday, Crane Crown Red was added to the medicine Mu Zhaoxiang often drank. Mu Zhaoxiang blew to death within three breaths. The crown prince has blocked the news now. He said he wants to see you."

"see me?"

Jiang Lingyi played with the fan in her hand, thoughtful.

The prince has been in contact with the Mu family for many years, and now that a rift has arisen, there is no one around him available, which is really ridiculous.

She put away the fan neatly.

"Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Hairpin was at a loss.

"Go and help our poor prince brother."

In the Qianjin Building, Zhao De, who had already changed the third pot of hot tea, frowned impatiently, and he glanced sideways at the beautiful face with his hands up and down, applying the Impatiens flower.

"Your master, when will you come?"

"I don't know, His Royal Highness, just wait patiently." Huarong's voice was delicate, and even a little rambunctious.

Looking at her presumptuous appearance in front of him, Zhao De had a chill in his eyes.

"You really think I dare not kill you?"

"I'm wronged~" Huarong waved her hand innocently.

"The slave family is just an informant in this Qianjin building, not to mention the master, but his voice, which the slave family has never heard."

"Haven't you seen him and worked for him?"

Zhao De obviously didn't believe it, but Huarong took the handkerchief and wiped off the impatiens on his fingertips without haste.

The red juice stained the veil like fresh blood.

"I don't work for anyone, and whoever gives me a chance to kill Zhao Quan, I will obey."

"You just believe him? A person you've never met before?" Zhao De twisted his hand, rubbing his fingertips heavily on the jade wrench, only to see Huarong turn his head quietly, the rouge at the end of his eyes looked like a butterfly about to fly.

"Your Highness, when I climbed out of the corpses of my parents and clansmen, I swore that as long as there was a slight chance, I would do it, and I would smash my body to pieces, and I would do anything."

Zhao De's eyes paused, and then he picked up the teacup beside his hand.

"You should come to Gu."

He smiled confidently.

"In this world, the person who has the best chance of killing Zhao Quan is a lonely person."

"But Your Highness will not kill His Highness Duanwang just because of Chen Zongpu." Huarong lowered her eyes, her tone was flat, without any emotion.

Zhao De was slightly startled, and then smiled brightly.

After taking the five-stone powder, his face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his once handsome appearance had long since been shattered, but now his smile was a bit free and easy.

"You are very smart."

It was rare for him to appreciate this prostitute.

What Huarong said was correct, if Huarong had gone to join him, he might not have attacked Zhao Quan because of this.

If he wins, he will drive Zhao Quan out of the capital, but he may not kill him.

After all, if he really killed Zhao Quan, the stain he would leave behind after ascending the throne would be indelible.

He wants to be an emperor, and more importantly, he wants to be a good emperor who will last forever.

"Knock knock."

The wooden window was knocked lightly, and Zhao De suppressed his smile.

"Hmph, it looks like it's time. You go open the window and see how much he is really capable."