Quick Wear of Pregnant and Soft Beauty

"Wei Chen doesn't dare. Wei Chen just wants to confirm. After all, I and others have never seen the king with their own eyes. Princess, I'm afraid your words alone may not be enough to convince everyone."

Wu Si's dark eyes fell on him for a long time, then smiled and said, "Of course, since the Minister of Civil Affairs has questions, there is no harm in letting you take a look."

"Then please come forward."

The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel frowned. Princess Chaohua was so frank that he couldn't see clearly. After all, Wu Jin's unpredictable temperament might really make it possible to pass the throne to Princess Chaohua.

Zheng Yuan walked forward slowly under the attention of everyone, and the eunuch slowly unfolded the imperial edict in front of him.

Zheng Yuan looked at the font on it carefully and found that it indeed belonged to Wu Jin's handwriting. He was about to retract his gaze when he caught a glimpse of one of the fonts. No, the upward arc of the word "King" was not so obvious.

"The imperial edict is..." As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed, and the cold blade plunged straight into his chest.

Zheng Yuan stared and fell to the ground weakly.

Everyone took a breath, no one expected that Wu Si would kill someone directly.

Wu Si looked around slowly with cold eyes, "Does anyone else want to come up and have a look?"

The ministers did not dare to speak out, and no one wanted to be the next Zheng Yuan.

"Princess, what do you mean?" He Qian frowned. He felt something was wrong from the moment Wu Si took out the imperial edict, until the moment Zheng Yuan fell, his heart skipped a beat.

Isn't this just killing the chicken to scare the monkey?

"Does General He have any objection to my actions?"

He Qian looked at the graceful and luxurious woman in front of him, and finally realized that she was more terrifying and ambitious than he imagined.

Maybe it was all a ploy on her part, but he had no proof.

He took two steps back, turned around and flew to Zhao Yin's side, kicking away the palace attendant who was guarding her. Pull Zhao Yin up, remove the cloth gagging her mouth, and untie the rope from her body.

Immediately afterwards, all the surrounding soldiers protected the two people.

Wu Siteng stood up and scolded: "He Qian, do you want to rebel?"

"Princess, what you said is wrong. You are not the king of a country. The ministers just want to protect the king's flesh and blood. How can you call it a rebellion?"

Zhao Yin did not expect that He Qian would choose to protect him at this moment.

Wu Si chuckled calmly, "Do you think you can take her out with these soldiers?"

She raised her hand, and countless soldiers in armor poured into the surrounding doors. The leader was Zhou Hui, the general stationed in the capital. He knelt down on one knee with his fists clasped. "Princess."

He Qian said angrily: "Zhou Hui! How dare you rebel! Aren't you afraid that the king will destroy your nine tribes?"

Zhou Hui thought of something, and there was a bit of fear in his eyes. Then he calmly said: "This is not called rebellion, it is called defecting to the Ming Dynasty. Besides, Princess Chaohua is also of the royal family of the Wu Kingdom. The king is about to die soon. She inherits the throne in compliance with the destiny."

The other party obviously brought more people than he did, so He Qian made a quick decision. "Beauty, I will cover your escape later."

Zhao Yin bit her lip and nodded heavily.

When Zhou Hui and his men were about to rush in front of Zhao Yin, a sharp arrow in mid-air hit him in the neck accurately. The sharp arrow pierced the aorta, and blood spurted out.

Before he died, his eyes widened, as if he could not imagine that he would die like this.

Everyone looked in the direction of the arrow.

On the high platform on the second floor, the man who was lying on the bed dying was wearing a black robe. The strong wind blew the robe up. The man's expression was cold and murderous.

Wu Si couldn't believe it and exclaimed, "Brother Emperor!"

Zhao Yin's eyes were filled with tears, and she knew that Wu Jin would not die.

Wu Jin stood on a tall building, looking down at the people below with disdain. "If you want the throne, you can tell your brother. Maybe I feel bored and let you do it."

"But your use of this method really made Gu Yi very unhappy." He narrowed his eyes, "You know, Gu Yi wants to kill people when he is unhappy. So... Huangsister, are you mentally prepared? "

Wu Si's pupils shrank suddenly and his body trembled slightly.

"He Qian, kill all these rebels and leave no one behind." Wu Jin seemed as relaxed as the weather today, "What's the use of keeping a dog that doesn't even know his master?"

As Wu Jin finished speaking, another group of troops came in to participate in the massacre.

That day, the ground of Yunshan Temple was covered with blood, which merged into a red stream and flowed out of the mountain. The flowers and plants passing by were dyed a strange red.

Many housekeepers, wives and young ladies who had never seen such a bloody scene were so frightened that they fainted on the spot.

Wu Si watched those people fall one after another, and his heart gradually sank. She understood that it would be her turn soon.

Wu Jin walked down from the high platform step by step, as if the god of death was slowly approaching her.

Wu Si finally couldn't bear the psychological pressure, so he knelt on the ground and cried bitterly: "Brother Emperor, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

"It was because the imperial sister was temporarily blinded by lard and was not clear-headed that she committed such a heinous crime. Please forgive me this time for the sake of my mother-in-law." She knocked her head heavily on the bluestone floor, without a single move. He would vomit and bleed.

Wu Jin showed no emotion, "Wu Si, haven't I given you enough? If you are too greedy, you will suffer the consequences."

Wu Si knew that he was destined to die today. She knelt and took a few steps forward, tugging at the hem of Wu Jin's clothes, "Brother Emperor, for the sake of our long-standing brother-sister relationship, please let me give birth to the child in my belly!"

"Wu Si! Even now, you are still pretending to be crazy! There is no child in your belly at all!" Wei Yushu walked out of the crowd, covering his chest.

Wu Si is full of tricks and he must not let this woman continue to live, otherwise he will definitely be implicated.

Wu Jin rolled his eyes slightly, "The imperial sister is so cunning and scheming that she even faked her heirs."

Wu Si shook his head vigorously, "No! I'm really pregnant. Wei Yushu, don't think that you can clear up the relationship just by saying this now."

She looked at Wu Jin and said, "Brother Emperor, he wanted to secretly take Zhao Yin away before, but I found out and stopped him."

Wei Yushu's face turned pale, and he felt secretly resentful, so he simply told everything. "Wu Si! I don't know what kind of medicine you took that allowed the imperial doctor to diagnose the signs of pregnancy. I gave you a miscarriage medicine on the way to Yunshan Temple. You had a stomachache, but the imperial doctor couldn't find the problem. "

"Your Majesty, don't be deceived by this cruel woman. Keeping her will be a disaster!"

Wu Si burst out laughing, with tears hidden in his laughter. "Wei Yushu! I'm really blind!"

With a sad look on her face, she leaned over and bowed deeply to Wu Jin.

"Brother Emperor, Chaohua asks you one last thing. Let me kill Wei Yushu with my own hands."

Wu Jin said calmly: "I'm sorry."