A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Thinking of this, Emperor Yuxuan couldn't help but become curious. He narrowed his eyes slightly and walked slowly towards the coffin with heavy steps. With every step he took, his heartbeat quickened, as if he was about to face an unknown fear. He wanted to see if his son had died an ugly death.

The air around him seemed to become more solemn, and the candlelight flickered in the wind, illuminating Emperor Yuxuan's uncertain face. His footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the shadows in the coffin were getting deeper and deeper. When he finally walked in front of the coffin and was about to look inside, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew out of the coffin, blowing his hair all over the place.

Emperor Yuxuan couldn't help but shudder, and an inexplicable fear suddenly surged in his heart. But he still endured it, swallowed his saliva, and slowly stretched his head towards the coffin...

Emperor Yuxuan When he stretched his head into the coffin, he couldn't help but gasp. His son's handsome face had become unrecognizable. His face was so black that it was hard to tell the color of human skin. His face was horrible. Except for his hair, it was impossible to tell who he was! Emperor Yuxuan frowned tightly, and a trace of shock and confusion flashed in his eyes. Obviously, he was poisoned.

However, after this brief shock, he actually felt a sense of gloating in his heart. But at this time he still wanted to make a big deal out of it, no matter if this person was his son or not, he would crush it first!

So, he secretly used his strength, and a vortex appeared under his palm. The vortex was vague at first, but it became more and more visible and thicker. The air around it seemed to be stirred restlessly by this force.

When Concubine Wan saw this, her face turned pale, her eyes widened, full of fear and disbelief. "Your Majesty!" She screamed, desperately rushing towards Emperor Yuxuan, her skirt fluttering in the wind, like a panicked butterfly.

Shui Qinglian, Xiao Sanlang and Han Shangshu were also so frightened by this sudden change that their hearts stopped beating. They shouted "Your Majesty!" in unison, their faces showing extreme tension, and they ran over as fast as the wind.

The Imperial Master stood aside, his mouth slightly raised, his smile was full of sarcasm and pride. He thought to himself: Foolish tyrant, today's action can be called "making one's mind clear"! He folded his hands in front of his chest, watching coldly, as if waiting to see a good show.

At this critical moment, little Sizhe suddenly "fell" from the edge of the coffin into Emperor Yuxuan's arms, "Oh, I fell down, catch me!" His voice was filled with panic and mischief.

Emperor Yuxuan was about to use his power to destroy his son's body, but he saw Xiao Sizhe's whole body falling on him. He was startled and immediately stopped using his power. He subconsciously stretched out his hands and caught Xiao Sizhe steadily.

"What are you doing?" Emperor Yuxuan caught Xiao Sizhe, the anger in his heart was instantly ignited, his face was terribly gloomy, and the angry eyes seemed to be able to devour Xiao Sizhe.

"I haven't eaten for several days and I feel very dizzy. Can't you be a little considerate?" Xiao Sizhe touched his head, blinked his eyes, and said innocently.

Then, he frowned again and said angrily: "You are so cruel! Brother Yan is your son, and you actually want to kill him? He has already been poisoned by the evil scorpion poison by the state teacher, and you still have the heart to add fuel to the fire? Even a tiger will not eat its own cubs? Moreover, you are the emperor, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"

As he spoke, he waved his little fists and his little face turned red.

"Uh..." Emperor Yuxuan was a little embarrassed by Xiao Sizhe's question. His eyes began to evade, and he thought to himself: If he admits it, where will he put his old face? So, he pretended to be calm and pointed to the coffin and said, "I suspect the person in the coffin is an imposter?"

Xiao Sizha struggled to get up in his arms, stood over him, looking down at him, with her hands on her hips and glaring at him.

"Then I suspect you are also an imposter?" His voice rose octaves, and his determined eyes and stubborn expression shocked Emperor Yuxuan's heart.

Emperor Yuxuan glared at Xiao Sizhe in front of him with his eyes wide open and his teeth chattering, "You are an ignorant little lunatic, you are getting more and more daring." His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and his body trembled slightly with anger.

At this time, the atmosphere in Qingxin Hut was extremely tense. Everyone held their breath and dared not make a sound, for fear that one careless mistake would lead to more serious consequences.

Concubine Wan stood aside, tears welling up in her eyes. She said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, how can you be so cruel? This is your own son!"

Shui Qinglian and Xiao Sanlang also looked anxious. They looked at each other and wanted to persuade Emperor Yuxuan, but they didn't know how to start.

Minister Han frowned and said, "Your Majesty, please think twice!"

Emperor Yuxuan turned a deaf ear and continued to glare at Xiao Sizhe, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Emperor Yuxuan was spewing white air from his enlarged nostrils, looking exactly like an angry bull. Outside the house, the wind was howling, making the windows creak.

In the dim light, his eyes were wide open, bloodshot, veins popped out on his forehead, and his facial muscles twisted. He coldly put Xiao Sizhe on the edge of the coffin and said harshly and coldly, "The man in the coffin doesn't look like the prince at all? Who of you can prove to me that he is my prince?"

His voice was like muffled thunder, echoing in the small space and making everyone's ears buzz. At the same time, he waved his arms, appearing extremely violent.

Xiao Sizhe suddenly jumped up, his face flushed red, he put his hands on his hips, his eyes wide open, and shouted: "I can prove it! I can prove it too? Brother Yan was just poisoned by the national teacher, his face and skin color turned black!"

His bright eyes were filled with anger and determination, his small body was shaking with excitement, and his feet were stomping on the ground. The room was filled with a depressing atmosphere that seemed to explode at any time.

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Master's face instantly turned gloomy, his eyes flashed with ferocity, and he shouted at Xiao Sizhe viciously, "You lunatic, you are simply talking nonsense. When did this Imperial Master harm His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? This Imperial Master also thinks that what's in the coffin is fake! If you dare to impersonate His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, it's no exaggeration to say that you should grind your bones and scatter ashes!"

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, frowned, and turned down the corners of his mouth. His aggressive look made people shudder. At this time, the candlelight swayed in the wind, reflecting the nervous faces of everyone.

Shui Qinglian and Xiao Sanlang hurried forward, looking anxious. Their bodies were trembling slightly as they bowed, and beads of sweat covered their foreheads. Their eyes were full of sincerity and eagerness. They said, "Your Majesty, we accompany the Crown Prince every day, so there is no way he is wrong! Can we prove it?"

Emperor Yuxuan sneered, his smile was full of disdain and suspicion, the upward arc of his mouth made people shudder: "You say it is? But I don't think it is?"

As he spoke, he flipped his palm, and his internal energy instantly condensed. He was about to attack Sikong Yan in the coffin, and his eyes revealed a ruthless and sinister look.