A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

When little Sizha heard this, he became furious. His face turned red, his eyes widened in anger, he took off his shoes quickly and jumped into the coffin with a "clack clack".

The little girl stood beside Sikong Yan, pointed her slender finger at the Imperial Master's nose and cursed: "Old man, I want to sleep with Brother Yan without a blanket. Do you want to freeze me to death?"

While cursing, he stomped his feet "dong dong dong" non-stop, with his hands on his hips, like an extremely angry little lion, breathing heavily.

The Imperial Master's eyes suddenly became furious. He held a high position of power in the palace, and normally everyone who saw him would be respectful and submissive.

Let alone scolding him, even if he asked the whole world, except for the emperor, who dared to scold him even a word. If it wasn't in public, he would have been furious and killed this ignorant little lunatic with his hands. How could he have the turn to speak wildly here?

At this moment, the Imperial Master's face was pale and blue, as colorful as a palette. He clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged, his eyes widened, his eyeballs almost popped out, and he was panting. The anger in his heart was burning, but he had no place to vent it.

He felt extremely frustrated. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug deeply into the flesh, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

But he couldn't scold him, what if this little lunatic went to the emperor and complained about him? He thought about it and decided to swallow his anger and try to please him.

"Ah, Xiao Sizhe, this is not the place for you to sleep! It would be terrible if you desecrate the little prince's soul!"

The Imperial Master tried his best to make his voice sound gentler, but there was still some reluctance in his tone.

His face was full of fake smiles, the corners of his mouth twitched, but there was no smile in his eyes. He secretly complained in his heart, why is this little ancestor so difficult to deal with.

He was still thinking about his own little calculations, fearing that if he was inserting the needle into the coffin, the little lunatic would make trouble inside and accidentally stab him to death, which would be difficult to explain to the tyrant. Therefore, he was determined not to let him sleep in the coffin.

The Imperial Master's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He wiped the sweat with his sleeves and continued, "Xiao Sizhe, look how crowded this coffin is. It's uncomfortable. Go out and find a big, soft bed to sleep on, okay?"

As he said this, he stretched out his hand and tried to pull Xiao Sizhe, his voice sounding somewhat anxious, "Oh my, oh my."

But Xiao Sizhe ignored him completely and sat down next to Sikong Yan, folded her hands on her chest, turned her head away angrily and said, "I won't, I want to sleep here, what can you do to me?" She also snorted.

Seeing that being soft was no use, the Imperial Master's face darkened, and he put his hands on his hips and threatened: "If you don't come out, I'll have someone drag you out." His voice rose eight octaves, "roaring."

Xiao Sizhe turned his head away and shouted, "You dare!" For a moment, the two were in a stalemate and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Minister Han Mingguang and General Xiao Sanlang came over quickly, both cupped their hands and said, "Master, please don't make things difficult for a child. He and Your Highness have a deep brotherly love! No matter where they go, they sleep together and wake up together, inseparable. I believe that Your Highness would not blame me if he knew about this in the afterlife."

Han Mingguang had a sincere look on his face and looked at the imperial teacher with firm eyes.

After hearing this, the Imperial Master was so angry that he trembled all over, his face turned purple, and he shouted angrily: "How can this be disgraceful? He has been sleeping in the open air all the way, it is impossible to close and open the lid, right? What if something dirty gets inside! The little prince's body will be ruined! Can he return to the capital intact?"

As he spoke, he waved his arms and spit flew everywhere. He looked so angry that it seemed as if he could eat someone alive.

"It's so cold today, and you'll be safe with us protecting you! If it weren't for you, you wouldn't have to worry!" Xiao Sanlang didn't want to delay time here. His brows were furrowed, and his tone was filled with impatience.

Seeing that the Imperial Master was still not giving in, Han Shangshu stopped talking and directly ordered the soldiers to cover themselves with quilts. The soldiers moved quickly and carefully arranged the quilts.

Little Sizhe cleverly lay down beside Sikong Yan, patted his chest like an innocent child, and coaxed him softly: "Brother Yan, it's time to go to bed. I'll accompany you to sleep!" His voice was crisp and tender, with endless attachment and warmth.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan-ling in the prison car could no longer hold back and burst into tears. Her cry was heartbreaking, as if she wanted to vent all the pain and grievances in her heart.

Her shoulders kept shaking and tears poured out like a flood. "Why is it like this? Why is it like this?" She muttered to herself while crying. Her miserable appearance was heartbreaking.

The soldiers around also lowered their heads, some secretly wiped their tears, and some couldn't help sighing. This scene was too sad, and everyone present was moved. The wind seemed to feel the heavy atmosphere, and blew past with a whistle, adding a bit of desolation.

In the cold winter, white snow flakes fluttered down from the sky. The whole world seemed to be covered with a layer of silver. The mountains in the distance turned into rolling white dragons, and the trees seemed to be covered with thick white cotton-padded jackets, bending heavily.

Those who didn't know the truth stood there, heartbroken, their tears flowing uncontrollably, their cries echoing in the icy air.

Because they knew clearly that it was the emperor who was high above them who sent someone to murder their only son, the light of hope they had placed high hopes on!

Many people who have come into contact with the prince know that the current prince is a man who cares about the world and practices benevolence.

In their memories, the prince always had a smile on his face, talked cordially with the people, and cared about their lives. He often donated generously to help those in trouble.

He advocated reducing taxes so that the people could live a prosperous life; he advocated setting up schools so that children could have the opportunity to read and learn; he also advocated strengthening the military to safeguard the country's peace.

In their minds, the prince was an excellent heir. If he were alive, he would surely become a wise monarch and lead them to prosperity.

The people all know that if they want to live a peaceful and happy life, the country must have a monarch who cares about the world and works for the welfare of the people.

The prince was undoubtedly the ideal candidate in their hearts. Now that the prince had been murdered, how could they not be heartbroken?

The Imperial Master rolled his eyes and looked disdainful. He thought to himself, "If this person is dead, then so be it. He is not your parents or grandchild. Why are you crying? It is so annoying."