Reborn to choose a husband, I will lead the deposed prince to seize my ex-husband’s kingdom

"I thought, if everyone in the world feels that I have been let down and robbed again and again, can it make it easier for God's will to come to me?"

Every word spoken from Xie Qingyao's mouth is the magnanimity of the love that has grown stronger day by day.

It was Xu Mingyue who took one step, and Xie Qingyao would definitely respond with ten steps of determination.

Xu Mingyue likes this magnanimity and determination.

And she must also give Xie Qingyao greater peace of mind:

"Xie Chongyu came to my residence today to apologize to me. I said he would think about it for a while, but he will definitely not stop until I give an answer."

"I have had a little discussion with my second brother today. It is estimated that the limelight in the capital will be a little bad in the future. Don't take it to heart."

"Don't worry, I won't disrupt your plan."

It was a little late, so Xie Qingyao stood up from the stone bench: "It's getting cold these days. Don't be greedy for the cold. Put on thicker clothes earlier."

"Long-winded."

Xu Mingyue also stood up from the stone bench and jumped up to the attic.

Turning back suddenly, he whispered: "You too."

And Xie Qingyao heard this whisper.

After watching Xu Mingyue return to the room, Xie Qingyao did not go back immediately. Instead, he walked toward the wall and stood quietly under the wall, listening to the noise coming from the attic.

All movement completely dissipated, and peaceful breathing passed into Xie Qingyao's ears.

With satisfaction, Xie Qingyao returned to the study.

Afraid that Xu Mingyue would wake up suddenly and find that he had not fallen asleep so late, Xie Qingyao did not light the lamp, and his voice when talking to Shu Huai was a little softer.

"Xie Chongyu seems to be more desperate than Xie Chongan, so let Xie Chongyu die first."

Shu Huai knelt down and accepted the order: "I will definitely handle this matter without disturbing the princess's layout."

Xie Qingyao said: "Don't do it yourself. Xie Chongan encouraged Xie Yan to kill his brother back then. I guess he liked it himself, so let him experience it for himself."

"Immediately send a letter to Wang Yu Luo Fei Ge. Wanmin Umbrella from Deshui and even Nanjun should appear in the capital before New Year's Eve."

Xie Qingyao would treasure Xu Mingyue's desperate intention to destroy his reputation.

But the moon is not an existence that others can slander.

Striding into the bedroom, Wei Fulu bowed down to help Xie Qingyao wash up. As soon as the handkerchief was about to come close to Xie Qingyao's hand, he was suddenly blocked by Xie Qingyao.

"Back off and be alone."

Wei Fulu was a little trembling. From the corner of his eye, he secretly saw that Xie Qingyao was indeed not angry, so he dared to leave the bedroom respectfully.

To be honest, Wei Fulu felt that Xie Qingyao tonight was a bit scary.

This kind of terror is not the terror of Xie Qingyao himself.

But Xie Qingyao suddenly became less like himself and looked scary.

After washing carefully, Xie Qingyao lay down on the bed.

The right hand that was used to drooping naturally was now pressed on Xie Qingyao's chest with his left hand.

Tight, heavy, and very stable.

Sleeping with an unprecedented peace of mind, Xie Qingyao was once again swept by nightmares.

Alone, he held his sword and knelt on a high place.

And the high ground under his knees was a mountain of corpses piled up by countless corpses.

And everyone on this mountain of corpses was killed by Xie Qingyao.

This mountain of corpses rising from the ground was naturally built by Xie Qingyao himself.

Looking into the distance, you can see the people of Dayu as far as the eye can see.

The cracked yellow earth turned black and red due to the bloody watering day and night.

Take a breath, and you will feel the disgusting smell of corruption.

It was not only the corpse at Xie Qingyao's feet that was corrupted, but also the mountains and rivers weighed down by the corpse.

At this moment, those crawling toward Xie Qingyao like ants from under the mountain of corpses were all ordinary people holding sharp weapons and coming toward him.

Xie Qingyao couldn't see their faces clearly, but Xie Qingyao could imagine the murderous intent in their eyes.

It must be very similar to the way Xie Yan looked at him that night during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It was a look that wanted to skin him, cramp him, and cut him into pieces.

"Kill, Princess Mingyue."

"Kill, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

The plaintive sound of fighting was like a curse, completely destroying Xie Qingyao's heart that had become peaceful after being comforted by Xu Mingyue.

The murderous aura suddenly surged, and the sword blade directly pierced every ordinary person coming towards him.

Xie Qingyao couldn't let these people touch his little moon.

Xie Qingyao must protect his little moon.

Xie Qingyao, there is only one small moon left.

More and more people climbed up, and Xie Qingyao's knees began to straighten, and the last trace of reason was replaced by the desire to kill.

Xie Qingyao changed from defense to offense.

The sword in his hand began to stab the people climbing up the mountain of corpses indiscriminately.

The mountain of corpses piled higher and higher, but there were no less people at their feet.

There is no setback, no giving up, and no pause.

If he doesn't kill all these people, these people will definitely hurt his little moon.

"Thank you Qingyao."

A soft voice was wrapped in the power of compassion, piercing the desire to kill, piercing the darkness and heading towards Xie Qingyao.

"Yueyue, Brother Prince will block it for you, so run away."

Xie Qingyao's murderous desire went straight to the sky, and those who had not yet climbed up the mountain of corpses were slaughtered by Xie Qingyao in an even crazier way.

"Xie Qingyao, they want you to take them back and kill them."

"Xie Qingyao, they want you to take them back and kill them."

The gentle and firm voice sounded in Xie Qingyao's ears over and over again, in this darkness.

A faint glow of fireflies flashed in the darkness, and slowly, this white light began to wrap Xie Qingyao softly.

The sword blade in Xie Qingyao's hand fell off his hand. No matter how hard Xie Qingyao tried, he could not hold the blade.

With extreme vigilance, Xie Qingyao watched the people climbing up the mountain of corpses walking toward him with sharp blades in hand.

However, those people who in Xie Qingyao's memory would stab him with sharp knives did not aim them at Xie Qingyao.

They knelt at Xie Qingyao's feet.

They crawled at Xie Qingyao's feet.

They looked up at Xie Qingyao.

The repeated words in his mouth changed from murderous intent to words longing for redemption:

"Princess Mingyue, kill."

"His Royal Highness, kill."

What they want is for Xie Qingyao to lead them out.

What they want is for Xie Qingyao to take them out of this purgatory and return to the human world.

The murderous eyes softened and turned into confusion, and confusion began to be replaced by determination.

The sword placed at his feet was clenched again, and the faces that had been blurred for several years became clear at this moment.

The haggard faces and tearful eyes are filled with longing.

"Gu, take you home."

With one call and a hundred responses, the mountain of corpses beneath my feet dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dark land returned to its original color, and the crowd automatically made way for Xie Qingyao.

Wherever Xie Qingyao passed, people were crawling and looking up.

Wherever Xie Qingyao looks, there is hope growing out of despair.

The sharp sword broke open the city gate and the sun penetrated the darkness. Xie Qingyao looked back at the people behind him.

Its daybreak.