A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The imperial teacher rolled on the ground several times after being kicked, looking very embarrassed. But he ignored the pain in his body, and quickly got up, knelt on the ground again, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! Something happened outside the capital..."

Emperor Yuxuan didn't wait for the Imperial Master to finish his words, and kicked him again, roaring, "Hurry up and speak! Don't hesitate!"

The Imperial Master endured the pain and said loudly, "There's a commotion over there with the Crown Prince's hearse. Xiao Si Gai made a wild statement, saying that the Crown Prince will return in 49 days. Everyone has been bewitched, and the situation is out of control!"

When Emperor Yuxuan heard this, he was stunned at first, then his face became even more angry and he shouted, "A bunch of ignorant fools! Capture them all!"

At this moment, the atmosphere in Feiluan Palace was extremely tense, as if it would explode at any time.

The Imperial Master was overjoyed, and hurriedly clasped his hands, with a flattering smile on his face, and said, "As ordered!" After that, he stood up and was about to gather the troops to capture Si Zhe and others, as if he had already seen the heavy rewards he would receive for his effective work. His steps were urgent and powerful, and he thought to himself that the rest of the things would be much easier to handle.

Little did he know that he had just taken two steps when he heard the emperor shout, "Wait!" This sudden shout was like a thunderclap in his ears.

The Imperial Master subconsciously stopped and turned around. He saw that the dog emperor had changed his expression. The anger and frenzy just now disappeared, replaced by a face full of joy that was difficult to conceal.

His face was filled with joy, his eyes were gleaming with greed, his hands were rubbing together, and he couldn't wait to ask with a smile, "Are you saying that little Sizhe is back?"

The Imperial Master was shocked and thought to himself, "Oh no! This dog emperor must have remembered the secret of immortality." However, he did not dare to show any sign on his face. Only the slightly trembling corners of his mouth revealed his inner nervousness.

He forced himself to stay calm and nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty, but he went crazy and led those soldiers to cause trouble, intending to prevent the prince's coffin from entering the imperial mausoleum!"

Emperor Yuxuan sneered, his laughter was cold and ruthless, and said: "It's not up to him to decide. First, transport the coffin to Meng'anting! We'll make plans tomorrow! Call Xiao Sizhe to me!"

His mind was not at all on the prince's coffin and the current chaotic situation. He was only thinking about continuing the secret of immortality that he had always dreamed of.

"Alas," the Imperial Master sighed, his heart filled with helplessness and worry. He knew the emperor's greed and selfishness, and understood the crisis hidden behind this series of events, but he did not dare to disobey the emperor's order, so he could only respond: "Yes!"

There was a hint of reluctance and helplessness in his voice, and his back looked particularly heavy as he turned and left.

As the Imperial Master walked, he was secretly calculating in his mind. He knew that this matter was by no means simple, and Xiao Sizhe's return might cause a bigger storm. The Emperor's obsession with the secret of immortality made the situation even more complicated.

Emperor Yuxuan paced back and forth, his face still full of joy. He seemed to have seen a bright future of immortality, prosperity and wealth, and he didn't care about the chaos outside.

The Imperial Master then rode out slowly on his horse. His brows were knitted tightly, and he kept thinking: The Emperor came out from the daughter's bedroom in Feiluan Palace.

Now that the daughter has been favored, she has thrown her old father away. What an unfilial daughter! She is useless! Thinking of this, the national teacher couldn't help but curse in his heart, and his face became more gloomy.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the imperial teacher rode out on his horse. The bald head shivered in the wind.

He shrank his neck and made a sound that sounded like a sheep: "The emperor has ordered that the coffin be brought to the Meng'an Courtyard. Little Sizhe will follow the national teacher to see the emperor!"

As he shouted, he waved the whip in his hand, looking a little exasperated.

Little Sizhe didn't bother to pay attention to him. He turned around and jumped into the coffin, shouting, "Go back to Qitian Xiaohan! Thank you all, ministers and soldiers for escorting me!" The little figure was full of determination and stubbornness.

When the ministers and soldiers heard this, they looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile, but still pretended to be serious and asked: "Is this okay, Second Young Master?" There was hesitation and confusion in their eyes.

"Why not? Qitian Xiaohan is the exclusive residence of the Crown Prince. It is the most appropriate place. Brother Yan, let's go back to the mansion!"

The little baby voice was so loud and clear that Concubine Wan and her ministers felt very happy. Concubine Wan showed a relieved smile on her face, with tears in her eyes, as if she had found a glimmer of hope and strength from this childish voice.

"Okay!" Shui Qinglian and Xiao Sanlang responded in unison, and then rode their horses leisurely towards Qi Tian Xiao Han Mansion. Their expressions were firm and their postures were upright, as if they were announcing their determination to the world.

The wind continued to blow, the white silk ribbons on the trees tumbled, and the countless linen clothes on the ground also fluttered in the wind. The whole scene looked both sad and tragic.

The white crow was calling happily on the top of the hearse: "Let's go home, let's go home, let's go home..." Its voice was clear and pleasant, adding a touch of vitality to the depressing atmosphere.

"Hey! The emperor wants you to return to the palace, and you dare to disobey his order! You deserve the death penalty!" The imperial teacher yelled loudly from behind, his face flushed red.

However, only the wind was slapping his face, making a whistling sound. No one looked at him at all, and they still firmly escorted the coffin to Qi Tian Xiao Han Mansion. The Imperial Master was so angry that he stamped his feet, but he could do nothing but watch them go farther and farther.

Meng Tonglu let him scream and howl in the north wind, but his voice was quickly swallowed by the wind and had no effect at all. The howling north wind was like a mad beast, rushing at will. The cold air flow was like a sharp ice needle, piercing his face fiercely, making him feel a lot of cold wind. His lips were frozen purple, and his teeth were chattering, but he still continued to scream unwillingly.

He reined in his horse in frustration, and the horse seemed to sense his master's anger, snorting nervously. The surrounding trees swayed violently in the strong wind, and the dry branches collided with each other, making a terrible creaking sound. Meng Tonglu's face was red, and his eyes were almost spitting fire. He waved the whip and galloped towards the palace.

Emperor Yuxuan was sitting on the Overlord Chair in Feiluan Palace. The masculine charm he had just felt had not yet dissipated, but he always felt that something was regretful. He squinted his eyes, frowned slightly, and tapped the armrest unconsciously with one hand. The palace was filled with an ambiguous and luxurious atmosphere, and the light gauze curtains fluttered gently under the weak candlelight.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty--" Meng Tonglu's shouts came from far away, breaking the brief silence.

The Imperial Master, who had just gone hysterical in the cold wind, was now hoarse, and his voice was as rough and hoarse as if it had been polished by sandpaper. He rushed into the palace, his clothes were disheveled in the wind, and his hair was blown all over the place.