A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The ministers were about to cheer, their excitement like a volcano about to erupt. However, at the critical moment, Sikong Yan gestured to them, signaling them to be quiet.

His fingers moved lightly, his eyes filled with anxiety and caution. Then, he closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be dead for a moment, as if he had really lost his life.

The ministers' mouths opened wide in an instant, and their surprised expressions seemed to be able to swallow a whole big apple. The surprise on their faces bloomed like fireworks, but was instantly suppressed by reason.

They all covered their mouths with their hands, their hands so tightly that their knuckles turned white from the force, in a desperate attempt to prevent themselves from shouting.

Great, great, His Royal Highness is still alive. But we don't let anyone know about it now. They were so excited, and their excitement was like surging waves, hitting their hearts one after another. Their hearts were beating so fast that they seemed to jump out of their throats.

Emperor Yuxuan and the Imperial Master were shocked when they saw the strange behavior of the ministers. They widened their eyes and the muscles on their faces twitched slightly.

Emperor Yuxuan's originally calm face suddenly became tense, his brows knitted, his eyes full of doubt and inquiry. The Imperial Master's face was full of disbelief, his mouth slightly open, his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Their surprised expressions were as if the prince had come back to life. Suddenly, as they laughed, tears began to fall like rain. The ministers' tears flowed freely, some slid down their cheeks and dripped onto their lapels, while others rolled around in their eye sockets, blurring their vision.

The two of them rushed over, their steps staggering, as if pushed by an invisible force. Emperor Yuxuan's robe fluttered in the wind, and the sleeves of the imperial teacher waved wildly. They struggled to push aside the group of ministers, their movements were urgent and flustered, as if they were looking for a long-lost treasure.

Looking into the coffin, the prince's face was lifelike, with red lips and a beautiful nose, just like a sleeping beauty. His skin was as white as snow, with a faint blush, as if he was just sleeping and could wake up at any time.

Emperor Yuxuan and the Imperial Master looked at each other, their eyes full of astonishment. Emperor Yuxuan's mouth trembled slightly, and he said, "Isn't this dead? How come it looks like it's alive?" His voice trembled, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

The national teacher screamed and shouted, his voice so sharp that it was out of tune, like a rooster with its neck strangled: "Impossible, impossible, how is this possible? Hasn't he been poisoned by the colorful scorpion? How can it turn white?" His face was pale and his eyes were full of fear and panic.

When the ministers heard this, they glared at him angrily. Their eyes were like burning flames, as if they wanted to burn the imperial teacher to ashes.

Their fists were clenched and their teeth were chattering, as if they were about to rush forward and tear the imperial teacher into pieces in the next second.

National Master Shui Qinglian chuckled and said, "Master, look, you said it wasn't you who did it, but now you've said it yourself."

He had a sinister smile on his face, which was twisted and ferocious, and his eyes were narrowed into a slit, revealing endless cunning and complacency. At this moment, he thought to himself: "Humph, I finally caught you, let's see how you can quibble this time."

The Imperial Master was extremely shocked, his mouth opened wide, as if he could fit a fist in. His eyes were as big as copper bells, staring at his apprentice, and he cursed: "Beast! You you..." His voice was trembling, with extreme anger and disbelief. At this moment, he was extremely panicked: "This traitor actually bit me back at this critical moment, what should I do now?"

However, after a moment, his eyes turned and a plan came to his mind. He said, "If it weren't for your perfect cooperation, how could I succeed? Haha, I'd rather die with someone else."

As he spoke, he laughed unbridled, and the laughter echoed in the empty palace, sounding particularly harsh. He secretly thought: "The matter has been exposed anyway, and if I bring this kid along, there might be a glimmer of hope."

Shui Qinglian was startled, and his face turned pale instantly. His body trembled involuntarily, as if blown by a cold wind. "This old guy actually dared to drag me into the water."

He cursed in his heart, his eyes filled with anger: "This old thing is just a mad dog, biting and barking randomly."

"Ridiculous!" Shui Qinglian said again, his voice rising an octave, with strong anger and dissatisfaction. "Why should I cooperate with you if I want to kill His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

He clenched his fists and leaned forward slightly, like a beast ready to pounce on its prey. He thought to himself: "Now that things have come to this, I must not let this old guy frame me. I must fight for my rights. Humph, this old thief wants to drag me down, but it won't be that easy!"

The ministers nodded one after another. Doctor Shui Qinglianshui was right. Their faces were full of seriousness and approval, and they whispered to each other. "It seems that the master and the disciple are biting each other. We must be careful not to get implicated."

Emperor Yuxuan now feels that the Art of Immortality is the most important. If these people want to kill them, there is no need to find any reason. He can turn them into ashes with a wave of his hand.

His heart was filled with desire for power and immortality, and his eyes became increasingly cold and ruthless. "These people are not important. The key is the secret of immortality. As long as I get the secret of immortality, the world will be under my control."

Emperor Yuxuan said in a chilling voice, as if it came from the abyss of the underworld, "What I want is the secret of longevity! If you don't tell me the secret of longevity today, the prince's coffin will still be sent to the imperial mausoleum! There can be no delay!"

His face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, his eyes were wide open, and anger was gushing out of them. That angry look seemed to be able to burn everything in front of him to ashes.

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his body trembled slightly, showing his extreme anger and anxiety. Even the corners of his gorgeous dragon robe swayed slightly because of his emotional excitement.

The veins on his forehead bulged like angry dragons. "Xiao Sizhe, my patience is limited. Don't challenge my bottom line!"

Xiao Sizhe shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands with an indifferent expression, just like a naughty little monkey. He raised the corners of his mouth with a scornful smile and said, "I can't think of a word of the secret of longevity now!" After that, he lay down beside Sikong Yan without hesitation, his movements were natural and natural, as if he was doing something very ordinary.

His hair swayed gently as he moved. "If you are determined to send it to the imperial mausoleum, I really have no choice! No matter what, I must accompany Brother Yan!"

His eyes were extremely firm, without any fear or retreat, and there was a stubborn light flashing in his bright eyes.