After the violent wolf lord was reborn, he became sickly!

Thick inky black clouds filled the sky, seemingly merging with the grassland in the distance, and pressing darkly towards the direction of the royal capital.

After a while, the wind started to blow, and the sound of slaughter could be heard on the grassland. The herdsmen wrinkled their noses slightly and waved their whips to drive the cattle and sheep back.

As soon as the thought came, the rainstorm came.

In the Mobei royal court, all officials were in silence, the concubines fell to the ground, wailing, the area under the throne was blood red, and the murderous aura enveloped every one of the princes.

It was because the king, when he returned from the battle, had never seen the sparrow he had captured.

The man on the throne lowered his eyelids lazily, playing with the sword in his hand that was shining with cold light and still dripping with blood.

His face was expressionless, except for the occasional raise of his eyes, as if he was thinking about who to send off next, or as if he was waiting for someone.

"Lord Wolf, I…"

After a long time, a concubine saw this scene and her mental defenses collapsed. She trembled all over and stood up, fearing that the next moment, the blind sword would be at her neck.

"It was the Queen. The Wolf Lord was injured in battle. The Queen was worried about the royal court and wanted to raise the little prince. She ordered Madam Xiao to be executed because the son was honored by the mother."

However, the man on the throne was sent to the Avici Hell without even raising his eyelids.

The eunuch's expression was as indifferent and ruthless as the man on the throne. After retracting the knife, he stood aside.

All the officials and concubines in the palace swallowed their saliva, their calves trembled, and they could not stop feeling afraid.

Because the man on the throne could literally send them all to hell.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning passed over the sky above the royal court, thunder roared, and rain poured down.

A gray-haired, graceful old man was helped into the palace by a woman in gorgeous clothes.

The woman smelled a hint of blood in the air, and fear and panic flashed across her eyes. As she got closer, she saw a pool of blood and piles of corpses, and her legs unconsciously went limp.

A whore from the Southern Dynasty could actually make the Wolf Lord so crazy.

"Aunt." She begged for protection from the old woman in front of her.

The old man glanced at her unhappily, then turned to look at the man on the throne, his brows furrowed, his displeasure growing even stronger.

She pointed at the corpse on the ground and said in a cold tone, "Wolf Lord, you started killing people right after you came back. When you stated in the imperial edict that you wanted to make the little prince the crown prince, you should have known what would happen to the Xiao family. The queen did nothing wrong. Could it be that the Wolf Lord is challenging the ancestral teachings?"

Hearing this, the man on the throne lowered his eyes and glanced indifferently, "Ancestral teachings? Provocation?"

Maybe he had been away fighting for too long, causing them to forget who the master of the royal court was.

Contempt for royal authority?

The man's phoenix eyes swept across the remaining officials of the palace, and then he lowered his eyelids and glanced at the people in the hall. His eyes were as calm as water. His long fingers slid across the sword and sheathed the sword.

"The son is noble and the mother dies. This has always been the rule of the Mobei royal court. The Xiao family is from Southern Liang, so their death is not a pity." The old woman considered herself the most powerful woman in the royal court, and the Wolf Lord had to retreat a little from her, so she did not give in when facing the man's sharp gaze.

The man's eyelids twitched slightly, and he glanced thoughtfully at the woman hiding behind the old man. His lips curled up, and he walked down the stairs, stepped over the bloodstains, and stood in front of them.

The woman was frightened by his intimidating aura and took a step back behind the old woman. "Aunt."

Xiao was the queen's favorite and had given birth to a son. How could she, as the queen, tolerate her? What's more, she didn't even have a child.

She stammered, and seeing that the old queen's words had no effect, she was about to open her mouth to defend herself.

The next moment, a cold light flashed, and before she could react, she touched her painful neck with her hand, opened her eyes, and fell straight down.

"queen!"

The ministers were horrified, and the old queen mother also froze up, pointing with trembling fingers at the man who seemed unaware that something was wrong.

The man glanced at her emotionlessly, then withdrew his gaze and drew his sword with blood.

"Ulolan despised the king's authority and conspired with his tribe to take over the king's succession. He assassinated Lady Xiao and tried to disrupt the royal court. He was beheaded and his tribe was destroyed. Anyone who pleaded for him was also killed.

The courtiers who had something uneasy in their hearts looked at the cold and stern figure, trembled, and had sad eyes.

The rain gradually subsided, dissipating a lot of the blood in the royal court. A tall man with a stern face walked through the corridors and stopped outside a palace that was out of place in Mobei.

"Wolf Lord." The palace servant shrank his neck because of the cold and damp rain. He stretched out his hand and led the man into the palace.

Tuoba Jin was silent all the way until he saw the little prince babbling in his cradle. He frowned slightly and asked, "Did you leave any instructions when you left, Madam?"

The palace maid moved her mouth and whispered back, "Madam is docile."

Tuoba Jin's expression did not change. The dim candlelight made his figure appear longer as it flickered.