A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The soldiers were startled and stopped in their tracks. They looked at each other with shocked expressions on their faces. One of them opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth slightly, as if he couldn't believe his ears. Another frowned, his eyes full of confusion and worry.

Everyone paused for a moment, and wailing and screaming continued to come from the Weilong Palace. The sound became louder and louder, more and more shrill, and horrified. The soldiers were sure that it was the voice of their emperor. Their faces turned pale in an instant, and their eyes were filled with fear.

The head of the guard stood at the front of the team, his expression was serious and his eyes were firm, but after hearing the wailing, he blinked in shock for a long time.

His mouth trembled slightly, and his face showed an expression of disbelief. After a moment, he came to his senses and shouted loudly: "The emperor is in danger, hurry! Save him!" His voice was full of anxiety and worry, as if he was about to face a huge disaster.

Upon hearing the order from the head of the guards, the troops immediately took action, with nervous expressions on their faces and determination in their eyes.

They gathered together and rushed towards the Weilong Palace like a tide. Their footsteps echoed in the palace, as if a fierce war drum was beating.

Everyone prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that the emperor would be safe. Their figures quickly shuttled through the corridors of the palace, and their armor flashed dazzlingly in the sun.

The entire palace seemed to be plunged into a tense atmosphere, and only the constant wailing reminded them that time was running out and no time was wasted.

But when they arrived at the Weilong Palace in a hurry and rushed all the way, they were extremely surprised to see Prince Sikong Yan, Minister Han, General Xiao and Shui Qinglian standing quietly at the gate of the Weilong Palace.

Crown Prince Sikong Yan was wearing a luxurious purple robe. The fabric of the robe gleamed with a delicate luster under the sunlight. It was embroidered with exquisite dragon patterns with golden silk thread. He wore a golden belt around his waist with a huge ruby ​​inlaid in the center of the belt, emitting dazzling light.

His long hair was neatly tied on top of his head, and he wore an exquisite jade crown. The crown was pure white and carved with exquisite patterns, which further highlighted his handsomeness and calmness. His face was as handsome as a sculpture, with slightly raised eyebrows and deep and bright eyes. There was a deep light in his eyes, as if he could see through everything.

Han Shangshu was wearing a solemn official uniform. The dark blue robe was embroidered with crane patterns, symbolizing his official position and status. He had a serious face and slightly frowned brows. He held a roll of documents in his hand. The paper of the document was slightly yellowed, and it seemed to carry important information. He sometimes looked down at the document, and sometimes looked up thoughtfully, as if he was thinking about something important.

General Xiao was wearing a shiny armor that shone coldly in the sun, as if indestructible. He was majestic, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, like an unshakable mountain. His eyes were firm and sharp, like an eagle's eyes, as if he was ready to fight at any time to defend the country's security.

Shui Qinglian was wearing a light blue dress, the fabric of which was soft and light, floating like clouds. Her long hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, black and shiny, gleaming with luster. Her face was beautiful and gentle, her eyebrows were like distant black, her eyes were like autumn water, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes, as if she was worried about something.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" All the soldiers knelt down in unison, their voices in unison and loud, echoing in the palace. Their faces showed expressions of awe, and their eyes were full of respect for the Crown Prince. Their armor made a slight clanging sound when they knelt down, as if telling of their loyalty and bravery.

"All officers and men, please stand up! The emperor is seriously ill! He needs medical treatment! Please continue to perform your duties! If there is any problem, this prince will call you all! Please leave!"

The voice of the crown prince Sikong Yan was steady and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty. His eyes swept across the crowd, as if conveying a firm belief. Every word he spoke was clear and powerful, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

"Yes!" The soldiers took the order and retreated. They had puzzled expressions on their faces and questions in their hearts.

The emperor had always been as strong as an ox, how could he suddenly fall ill? They talked quietly as they walked, their eyes full of worry and anxiety.

However, they also knew that at this time, they had to obey the prince's orders, continue to perform their duties, and guard the safety of the palace.

In the corridor of the palace, the footsteps of the soldiers gradually faded away, leaving behind silence. Outside the Weilong Palace, the figures of the Crown Prince Sikong Yan and others were still standing quietly, as if waiting for something important to happen.

Sikong Yan finished speaking, raised his chin slightly, and looked as cold as an ice sculpture. He turned slowly, and the corners of his luxurious robe fluttered gently in the breeze, making a slight rustling sound, as if telling a kind of silent majesty.

He walked into the Weilong Palace with steady steps. Every step he took was firm and resolute, as if carrying an unstoppable and powerful force. His back was like a towering mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

At this time, the light in Weilong Palace was a little dim. The candlelight slanted out through the carved windows. The yellow light seemed to be restrained by the depressing atmosphere and looked powerless.

Xiao Sizhe sat on the beam with a smile on her face, a cold expression on her face, that expression was like ice that had not melted for a thousand years, emitting a biting chill. She squinted her eyes slightly, her eyes were like a deep cold pond, flashing a mysterious light, and a mocking smile hung on the corner of her mouth, that smile seemed to be there and not there, like a candlelight swaying in the night wind.

There is a thin layer of dust on the beams, which seems like the sedimentation of years, telling the long silence and vicissitudes of life here.

"Your Majesty only allows you to kill others, but not others to kill you?" His voice was crisp and cold, like ice beads in a cold night, hitting the ground with a crisp sound. Every word seemed to carry a biting chill, making people shudder.

Her eyes were filled with disdain and anger, and that anger was like a blazing flame, as if it was going to burn Emperor Yuxuan's injustice to ashes.

Emperor Yuxuan was lying on the ground, his face filled with pain. The pain seemed to penetrate deep into his bones, twisting his face like that of a hideous evil spirit.

His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, as if he had been touched by the god of death. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which were like crystal pearls, glittering faintly in the sun.

He pointed at Xiao Sizhe, his eyes filled with anger and doubt, the doubt was like a diffuse smoke, making it hard to figure out. "Who are you? You are not Xiao Sizhe, who are you? I trusted you too much, I was fooled by you, you little bastard!"