And the simplest gazebo by the lake.

……

The prince didn't like this place.

Being used to the jewels in the imperial city and the luxury of her own palace, Liu Yingzong felt uncomfortable just sitting on this stone bench that seemed to be covered with moss.

He didn't even like the air around him very much, because there was always a smell of mediocrity in the air.

Liu Yingzong hates mediocrity.

As a prince, he doesn't want to be evaluated by the world as [the successor of the Holy One], he wants to be evaluated more as [the next generation king of the Dalie Dynasty].

These two names mean the same thing, but they are very different.

He's not exactly a perfectionist, because a perfectionist strives for perfection in both process and purpose.

All Liu Yingzong needed was the result. No matter how dirty the process was, no matter how criticized, as long as the result was good, everything could be buried artificially.

Those dirty and despicable methods will always be buried by the victors in history with all-powerful means.

Sometimes, Liu Yingzong felt that it was because he inherited his father's lineage.

Because his father, who is now the Holy One, also did some dirty things.

It was as if he used means to murder his own brother who trusted him so much.

It was as if the mother who got in the way was thrown into the cold palace, and finally died of depression.

It was like slandering the courtiers who were not conducive to his superior control of the royal power as courtiers, so that the previous generation of monarchs mistakenly beheaded countless loyal courtiers.

But how can this be?

Hear what they say now about the majesty—

"The incomparable Mingjun."

"The merciful and good sovereign."

"Treating the people like a son, a holy majesty with outstanding political achievements."

Does anyone else remember, does anyone know about the dirty things he did before?

No one remembers.

So Liu Yingzong didn't care.

All he wants is the supreme kingship, and he doesn't bother to judge everything the Holy One has done.

He didn't want to kill the Holy Majesty to vent his anger, nor was it because his moral conscience would not allow such a person to sit on the throne.

Liu Yingzong deeply knew that no matter how much she denied it, the blood of the Holy Majesty still flowed in his body.

they are the same.

……

"What day is today?"

Inside the Ten Thousand Rain Flower Pavilion.

Liu Ying sat in the pavilion, looking sideways at the peaceful small lake beside her.

Even if the breeze blows by, it can only stir up a few bamboo leaves on the lake surface, stirring up shallow ripples.

Another person stood outside the pavilion with his hands behind his back, looking at the imperial city in the distance.

"The seventh day of May."

Liu Yingzong nodded: "That's right, it's easy to remember."

Because this is a big day.

It is a day that is enough to be recorded in the annals of mainland China.

It was also the day when the kingship of the Dalie Dynasty changed.

Liu Yingzong is ready.

He looked up at the blue sky, at the sun hanging over his head: "I hope he won't waste too much of my time."

"It will be resolved soon."

The person standing beside Liu Yingzong——Guo Yun said in a deep voice: "Even if there are other guards beside him, we can deal with them quickly."

Liu Ying smiled: "The premise is that he really dares to come."

"He will come."

Guo Yun's tone was unusually determined, as if he had already seen the future.

His eyes moved to the small lake in front of him.

At this moment.

Only monks can see that there are three formations in operation at the bottom of the lake.

In the three traps, three figures were imprisoned respectively.

Luo Qingfeng, Qin Qianrou and Xiao Yan.

All three of them suffered injuries of varying degrees, coupled with the pressure of being trapped and imprisoned at the bottom of the lake, they had no choice but to use the true energy in their bodies to maintain their most basic consciousness.

Among them, Xiao Yan's body was surrounded by seven or eight trapping formations, all of which were performed by extremely high-level formation masters—because his cultivation level was the highest, he must be strictly prevented from escaping.

"With these people around, he will not stop coming." Guo Yun smiled lightly: "It's easy to get rid of him."

Liu Yingzong glanced at Guo Yun indifferently: "But it took us a lot of effort to catch these three people."

"Those two guards have deep cultivation." Guo Yun didn't care about Liu Yingzong's indifference: "If I hadn't invited help in time, maybe they might not be their opponents."

Liu Yingzong snorted coldly, he could hear that Guo Yun was emphasizing his contribution.

But Liu Yingzong didn't want to admit it, but continued: "I just hope that the person you invited is okay."

"We have the same goal." Guo Yun stood with his hands behind his back and said, "I have no reason to lie to you."

Say it.

Guo Yun glanced at Liu Yingzong again: "I also hope that your people are okay."

"He is a good subordinate." Liu Ying knew who Guo Yun was talking about, and said coldly: "This... I have known it for a long time..."

……

……

Underground of the imperial city.

Tianlong restricted area.

In the dark and dark underground, all the light is provided by luminous beads.

In front of that solemn and majestic gate, a slovenly old man with his limbs bound in chains raised his dirty head as if imprisoned here.

Those eyes without any emotion stared at the figure who came here.

a man.

A healthy and muscular man who looks like a general without anger.

The man came to the restricted area and came to the sloppy old man.

"I'm going in."

He spoke in a commanding tone, unmistakable.

But the old man sneered: "Why? You are just a county king, so you have no right to come here."

Liu Jiuruo's indifferent eyes stayed on the old man, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

But the old man seemed indifferent to this, and turned a blind eye to the chill in Liu Jiuruo's eyes: "Just coming here is enough to make you accused of crimes and be executed. The whole family will be implicated."

"Get out of here, I only warn you once."

From the very beginning, the old man was not afraid of Liu Jiuruo.

Don't be afraid of Liu Jiuruo, who has reached the realm of heavenly king.

But Liu Jiuruo wasn't afraid of the old man either.

Even though he knew who this old man was, he knew that this was one of the biggest secrets in the entire imperial city.

Liu Jiuruo didn't force her way, but silently stretched out her hand to her chest.

Immediately, he took out a certain pitch-black token and threw it to the old man in front of him.

"..."

The old man took the token, and there were layers of waves in his ancient well-free eyes.

The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath immediately: "Prince Ling...your father..."

"Let me in." Liu Jiuruo repeated indifferently.

The old man was speechless.

An atmosphere of silence spread.

Liu Jiuruo could see the distress and entanglement on the old man's face.

He said lightly again: "This is the rule."

Those who hold the prince's order can enter the restricted area.

The old man was locked here because he broke the rules.

He deeply understands the horror of the rules, and also deeply understands the necessity of the rules.

After a moment of contemplation, the old man let out a long sigh.

He tugged hard on the chain that locked his right arm twice.

A click.

As if a mechanism somewhere was triggered, the towering door behind him immediately opened in two.

The old man put away the prince's order, and glared at him with cold eyes: "I hope you don't do stupid things."

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