Pinch your waist: Your husband has a beauty mark

Jun Yexuan was urgently recalled by the emperor's oral order.

When he stepped in, he was still dusty and dusty. He had just taken off his armor, but the smell of blood was still strong and deep.

Above the main hall, most of them were civil servants. They were shocked by Jun Yexuan's smell of blood, and all of them felt a little more frightened for no reason.

"Father."

Jun Yexuan came to the front of the hall, and there was blood on his handsome face.

The young eunuch said cautiously: "The emperor ordered the prince to pay an audience immediately after returning to the court. The prince has not had time to wash up..."

The emperor waved his hand, and the little eunuch went down.

Jun Yexuan's cold eyes looked around at everyone in the hall.

Today, Prince Zheng is not here, but these people are quite interesting. Each one of them is someone who has been relatively close to Prince Zheng recently.

He sneered: "Everyone, are you planning to attack this king again?"

Everyone lowered their heads. They were all quarreling just now, but now, no one dared to say anything.

Prince Xuan's smell of blood and his cold and domineering aura were indeed a bit scary.

"Your Majesty..." Mr. Xiangguo could only place his hope on the Emperor.

The emperor looked at his son who had returned from bloodshed and said helplessly: "Xuan'er, Master Yun's matter..."

"Yun Qinghai colluded with thieves and caused harm to the people. His sons and ministers ransacked his home and executed one of them, but his wife and children were not harmed."

"It was Yun Qinghai who set fire to the entire mansion and went to hell together with his wife and children."

"I'm still investigating this matter thoroughly. I'm afraid that Yun Qinghai is just a tool being used, and the real mastermind is still at large."

"Then, why did the army in Yancheng insist on clashing with the Chitu tribe, causing the lives of our people in Nanling Border City to be miserable?"

Lord Xiangguo stepped forward and said loudly: "Originally, this battle can be avoided. King Zheng has already contacted the leader of the Chitu tribe..."

"As soon as Chitu Achishu signed the agreement, he and Wuyou immediately attacked our city!"

Jun Yexuan's indifferent eyes fell on him, and he said coldly: "Our people in Yancheng were massacred. Should our Nanling army just sit back and wait to be killed?"

"This...how is this possible? They have obviously already negotiated..."

Before Mr. Xiangguo finished speaking, Jun Yexuan suddenly stepped forward and pulled off his clothes with a swipe.

The skirt of his clothes was torn open, and his muscular chest was clearly exposed to everyone's sight.

On the chest, there is a long incision, starting from the shoulder and winding all the way to the abdomen.

The flesh and blood are turned out, but they are still bleeding!

Everyone was so frightened that they retreated one after another.

Lord Xiangguo was also so frightened that his face changed drastically. For a moment, he couldn't say a word.

Such a deep stab wound... This is a wound that could kill at any time!

Not to mention that it is still bleeding, even if it is healed, it can still scare people out of their wits.

Is this a scar that these civil servants have seen? It's so scary!

What’s even more frightening is that even though Prince Xuan was so injured, he still stood upright in front of everyone, like a towering mountain!

If it had been anyone else, they would have been dying and lying on the bed recuperating.

"Xuan, Prince Xuan, you... what are you going to do?" Mr. Xiangguo was really frightened this time.

When have you ever seen such a horrific wound at such a close distance?

"Xuan'er!" The emperor was also startled and said anxiously: "Why do you come to the palace with such an injury? Hurry! Call the imperial doctor!"

"No need!"

Jun Yexuan pulled up his clothes and never looked at Mr. Xiangguo again. He still stood upright and met the emperor's gaze.

"I have no intention of scaring my father. I just want to show these pampered old guys that I have no time to fight with them and engage in intrigues!"

He cupped his hands and said in a cold voice: "My son will go out of the city tomorrow to quell the chaos. Now, I want to go back and rest for a while. I ask my father's permission!"