Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Mu Zhongzheng gave Yu Huayao a few more gestures, and the latter nodded in understanding, and in a coquettish manner asked His Majesty to accompany him to rest.

"Your Majesty! Absolutely not, Your Majesty." The old minister who had just disliked Jinchen and Jie Zhiwei for being too immoral could no longer sit still. He looked at Jinchen as if he was looking at a scumbag.

"The prince is still fighting with the warriors, how can you just leave like this!" The old minister in the lead stroked his gray beard and said in great sorrow: "You should at least wait until the prince wins...ah!"

Jinchen: "..."

Thank you. I am really touched.

These old men didn't know the plans of either side, and they were never members of the Xie Zhiwei or Mu Zhongzheng faction. They were just sincerely loyal to the royal family.

Jinchen decided to take back what he had said about them being old men, but the plan still had to go on.

He pretended to be drunk and didn't hear anything, and stumbled out with Yu Huayao in his arms. After leaving the Night Banquet Hall, Yu Huayao was obviously following the person leading the way in front.

Jinchen left the hall, and Mu Zhongzheng immediately looked at the people on the stage.

Xie Zhiwei looked pale, and his gloomy murderous aura grew stronger. Even the generals who had been on many battles felt inferior to him. However, he did not have the ease he had at the beginning, and was even forced to bleed!

Mu Zhongzheng looked at this scene, and couldn't tell whether he felt more complicated or happy that his plan was about to succeed.

Last night, Jinchen, the emperor, personally admitted that Jie Zhiwei was the most important person to him. And today, the number one man in the world, who should have been invincible, was thrown into disarray just because of Jinchen's departure.

Xie Zhiwei must die tonight no matter what, but when Jinchen wakes up tomorrow, how should he face his master's only son?

Mu Zhongzheng stared for too long and was caught off guard when he met the gloomy look of Jie Zhiwei. He looked away with a little panic, indicating to the warriors that they could take action now.

"Brother Mu, here's the antidote." Young Master Xianming handed the porcelain bottle to Mu Zhongzheng, "In order not to arouse the emperor's suspicion, the two glasses of wine you toasted him just now contained knockout drugs."

"Thank you." Mu Zhongzheng took the porcelain bottle and drank the antidote in one gulp.

In a blink of an eye, Han Zhou handed Mu Zhongzheng a cup of tea to rinse his mouth, and Mu Zhongzheng did not doubt it at all.

"Let's go and take a look outside." Mu Zhongzheng saw that Xie Zhiwei was becoming more and more defeated, and he had already made up his mind. He didn't care at all about the exclamations of the uninformed officials in the hall. He finally realized from this scene the pleasure of being close to the center of power.

Mu Zhongzheng strode away with a group of people. The officials under his party laughed and mocked that the fools who did not take sides would not be appreciated by the new emperor in the future.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Fortunately, several old ministers were taken away by the guards to rest, so they were not frightened to death in the hall.

Han Zhou was the last one to leave the Night Banquet Hall. He turned around and looked at Jie Zhiwei who was being beaten by the warriors. The doubts in his heart were reduced a lot. He hoped that everything was just his wild guess.

The palace corridor.

Without any servants following him, Jinchen, half-hostage and half-drunk, followed the servant unconsciously to a place where even the palace maids and eunuchs seldom came, and the surroundings became increasingly quiet.

Mu Zhongzheng and his group quickly took a shortcut from the other side and met up with them.

Yu Huayao: "Your Majesty, I think His Majesty will wake up soon."

There was a hint of urging in his tone, but Mu Zhongzheng didn't notice it. He said in a deep voice, "Take Jinchen into the Prince's courtyard. Remember to tie him up tightly and don't let him escape."

At this moment, a few panting sounds were heard from the dark corner. Mu Zhongzheng drew his sword alertly, and the guards behind him chased after him.

"it's me……"

Xianming, half of his body blood remaining, stumbled over, his face pale.

Almost instantly, Han Zhou reacted immediately, drew his sword and rushed towards Xianming behind Mu Zhongzheng.

"Are you fake?!" Han Zhou's guess was confirmed, and his heart sank into the abyss.

Today's plan may not be that simple.

"No... I'm not, Brother Mu, how come this person looks like me?"

Xian Ming behind Mu Zhongzheng hurriedly grabbed his hand and said, "Brother Mu, I'm so scared."

"Asshole..." Xian Ming cursed in a daze. He managed to escape with one breath just to report to Mu Zhong. "Let's go... Leave here. His Majesty has already arranged everything."

Mu Zhongzheng was still observing who was the real Xianming, and was shocked when he heard this, "What did you say?"

"He said that I had already secretly arranged everything."

Jinchen's voice, without a trace of drunkenness, came from behind Mu Zhongzheng. He froze and turned around in a daze.

Yu Huayao stood a few steps in front of Jinchen, without supporting him at all. Jinchen was not drunk at all, let alone drugged.

The fake immortal who was held hostage by Han Zhou and was actually a Jianghu actor dodged the sword with ease. The deeply hidden Dark Dragon Army rushed out from the dark corner and fought hand-to-hand with murderous intent!

Jinchen stood in the most chaotic center. On his side were Han Zhou and Mu Zhongzheng's personal servants who were fighting against the Dark Dragon Army. A few steps in front of him was Mu Zhongzheng, who intended to kill Jie Zhiwei and seize the throne.

"Unfortunately, this is not the best time." Jin Chen wiped his hands slowly, and only lowered them after making sure that there was no scent from Yu Huayao. He smiled at Mu Zhongzheng and said, "It's just that I didn't expect that this Xianming Master would be so perseverant and tenacious. He ran out to report the news to you even though he was seriously injured."

Hearing this, Mu Zhongzheng and Han Zhou looked at Xian Ming who was captured by the Dark Dragon Army. His already thin body was covered in blood and he was dying.

"Let him go!" Mu Zhongzheng shouted in a deep voice, "When did you capture Xian Ming?"

"He was going to look for you that day." Jin Chen still had a nonchalant smile on his face, as if this could cover up his disappointment in Mu Zhongzheng. "Cousin, there are so many people loyal to you, why can't you learn to be loyal?"

"What's the use of loyalty?" Mu Zhongzheng didn't care about his dignity, and he struggled and shouted angrily: "You are not worthy of being the emperor. According to the will of the previous emperor, I should have succeeded to the throne! It was Xie Zhiwei who stole my things!"

"You are too naive and stupid to believe the lies of the traitor Li Zhiwei. The king of a country and the powerful ministers are having an affair, being licentious and ignorant of the light of day. Is this your way of being an emperor?"

Jinchen: “…” What a dirty curse!

Mu Zhongzheng gritted his teeth secretly, unwilling to give up his last hope, and drew his sword and rushed towards Jinchen.

For the last time, if he loses to this little emperor, then he will just have to accept it!

After a few moves, Mu Zhongzheng was suppressed to the point where he had no way to use any special moves, and the fear in his heart was even greater than before!

"You...you are not trash at all!"

Jinchen: "…Thanks for the compliment?"

With a buzzing sound, the sword in Mu Zhongzheng's hand was knocked to the ground by Jin Chen. He fell backwards, spitting blood and feeling that his internal organs were about to shift.