Crown Prince's Wedding Banquet

Her huge spiritual coercion made the whole inner court start to panic, but her terrifying spiritual power was still spreading uncontrollably, and all the mental power users in Xiting District changed their faces, and they all turned towards the palace. Looking in the direction of the inner court.

"Oops!" Yong Mu said.

"Could it be that the emperor's mother and son are fighting?" Yun Zesheng also felt that something was wrong, "Impossible, the crown prince's mental strength is not high, the emperor doesn't need to be so scary, right?"

Sitting in the prison car, Yang Haoyu, whose hands were locked with electromagnetic locks, raised his head in surprise.

"So I was wrong." Yang Haoyu couldn't help saying, as if Zhou Jiang was standing in front of him, "So you've fallen so deep that you can't wake up."

Now the temperature in the entire inner court hall began to rise rapidly.

The primary form of Zhou Qin's mental power concretization is invincible in the face of this powerful spiritual power concretization. He was overloaded with mental power in the previous battle, but now surrounded by the hot air, he feels that his brain is in trouble. boiling.

He gritted his teeth to resist, but the protective layer formed by the dark matter mimicry was getting weaker and weaker, and it was about to break, and then the emperor's flame-like mental power would rush up, viciously strangling the two of them.

Just as the protective layer was broken——

There was a bird call in the sky that seemed to come from a different dimension.

A pair of huge black wings encircled Zhou Qin and Elias. The monster formed by the flames slapped to pieces on the pair of wings, and scattered over the hall with the flaming feathers of the wings.

"Sister, that's enough." Prince Yongfan's voice reached Zhou Qin's ears, "You don't really want to kill your last adult child, do you? He is Zhou Qin, the crown prince."

The flames in the emperor's eyes moved, and she closed her palms together.

All the heat disappeared into the invisible.

The pair of giant black wings enveloping the crown prince and his wife slowly opened and shrank into a black-gold bird of paradise. It flapped its wings, landed on Prince Yong's shoulders, and gradually disappeared.

Zhou Qin hugged Yilaisi and looked back. Prince Yong, who rarely came out of the mansion, was now walking into the hall.

"His Royal Highness." Prince Yong nodded to him gracefully, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Zhou Qin looked at Elias in his arms, his face was pale, "He...is not well."

The emperor sat on the throne, she seemed to have experienced endless torture, her face was pale and tired, she sighed and said: "Forget it, Xiao Qin... you go first."

Zhou Qin heard this, and he glanced at Elias.

Elise whispered, "Let's go, Your Highness."

So Zhou Qin hugged Elias and bowed hastily to the emperor: "Then I will take my leave."

After the crown prince completely left the hall, and after a while, Prince Yong said, "Sister, you really shouldn't treat Zhou Qin cruelly."

"I didn't intend to kill him...he is my biological son, the last adult Alpha."

"Yes." Prince Yong said, "and he is not what he used to be. After this battle, there are more people behind him who support him. The crown prince is far more powerful than when he first came to the imperial capital. No wonder, he I will confront you sister."

The emperor didn't know what to think about, she leaned on the throne and was quiet for a long time, finally she opened her eyes and looked at her own brother with some annoyance: "You who have never been out of the prince's mansion for half a step, why do you want to come to the inner court today? .”

"Such a big event happened in Xiting District today. As a prince, I should come out to see and ask." Prince Yong replied.

"Have you seen enough?"

"It is enough to see that Your Majesty is safe."

The emperor said: "Then go back."

Prince Yong's eyes rolled up, and he asked the emperor with a smile, "Don't you want to catch up with me?"

The emperor stood up and glanced at him coldly: "I have nothing to say to you... Go back to your mansion and stay peacefully. Don't come out again without my approval."

After saying this, she left the hall without looking back.

She left the servant following behind her, and continued to walk towards the deepest part of the palace alone. After arriving at a cold pure silver elevator, she entered a string of codes - the date she and Qin Ziheng met.

The elevator took her to the depths of the inner court.

Except for the sound of the elevator running, it was very quiet for a while.

"You've softened your heart." A voice whispered in her ear the moment she stepped out of the elevator.

The emperor's footsteps paused, and he continued to move forward.

"You just relented," the voice continued.

"He is the son of me and Ziheng." The emperor didn't know who he was talking to, "I can't kill him."

At the end of the corridor, there are two automatic doors. The automatic door on the left opened naturally when she arrived. The emperor walked in, and Zhou Muzhi's body was placed on the workbench. The sub-zero temperature dropped her body. It's gray.

The emperor stood beside the corpse for a while, and she asked, "What do you want Mu Zhi's body for?"

"Kajiwara is dead, but our experiment has to continue." The voice next to the emperor's ear said to her, "Zhou Muzhi's spiritual power is very high, almost equal to that of Ellis Christian back then...she told me , You are very, very helpful to Your Majesty..."

The emperor's brows moved: "Her father came to see me just now, hoping to see her for the last time."

"Don't you want to see... that person again?" The voice next to her ear was like a devil, and with one sentence, she easily suppressed the pity that had arisen in her.

She stood by Zhou Muzhi's side for a long time. She wanted to bend down and wipe her bloody cheeks for the dead King Qing, but she remembered that the handkerchief was thrown in the execution room.

The emperor sighed softly, turned and left the room.

On the opposite side of this room is a room with a larger space.

His Majesty the Emperor went to the deepest point.

Inside is a soft bed.

A young man was lying on it. He had a soft body and a ruddy face... He seemed to have been lying there for a long time, so long that he would wake up in the next second.But when he looked carefully, he didn't have a heartbeat or breath.He was physically dead, but his flesh did not decay.

The flesh didn't rot, the muscles didn't even atrophy, and the nails and hair didn't grow anymore—as if someone had pressed the pause button, and then pressed the start button the next moment to stand up again.

However, the emperor knew that there was only one body left of the people here.

Like clothes that have been taken off, or unpacked.

The person who used to exist in this body has long since left this world, this universe...

She was exhausted, staggered two steps back, and sat on the chair beside the bed—the chair was even worn out and looked very old, as if she had been sitting on it for many, many days and nights. Here, look at the person in front of you.

"This world is really amazing." The voice next to her ear said, "From the perspective of the fifth-level civilization in this universe, it is impossible for Qin Ziheng to exist in a state between dead and not dead. After all, he is not Schrödinger. cat, isn't it?"

The emperor chuckled slightly: "Based on our human standards, he is already dead."

"Yeah..." The voice changed, and it became similar to Qin Ziheng's voice. Before the emperor's eyes, a figure slowly emerged, "It doesn't matter without him. Doesn't Your Majesty still have me..."

"Don't become like him!" the emperor gritted his teeth and said, "I told you many times!"

But she couldn't bear to move her eyes away from that figure.

"But you need it..." That figure finally turned into a young translucent Qin Ziheng, looking at the emperor with a smile in midair, "In your long life, how lonely you would be without me."

The emperor stared at the man in his dream bewilderedly.

He leaned close to the emperor, stroked her wrinkled eyebrows, and kissed her pale cheeks.

"Only I can help you." "Qin Ziheng" floating in the mid-air had a flirtatious face, not humanlike, "I can help you leave here... Really leave here, and meet your lover again."

The emperor looked at him.

From struggling to compromising, there is never-before-seen nostalgia in his eyes.

"Ziheng..."

In the empty and cold room, came her murmur.

At the same time, in a palace in the inner court, there were also people in desperate pain.

An inconspicuous sparrow stopped outside the window, making a "chirp——" cry.

The man kneeling in pain heard the sound, stood up, sobbed and opened the window, the little bird flapped its wings, but did not fly away, and lowered its head to follow its feathers.

Tan Jin looked at the bird, choked up, and said, "That Elias, killed Mu Zhi. Killed my daughter. And the emperor... She didn't let me see her body at all."

The bird chirped twice.

"At the beginning, when my son was exiled, you said, that's not your child, you can't control it." Tan Jin cried and said, "Now. Now your child is also killed by the dog emperor! By them Killed. Don't you care?"

Tan Jin said desperately: "I want them all to get retribution, and those who killed my daughter will not be forgiven!"

The little bird looked at the sky, it spread its wings, flew out without hesitation, flew into the sky, flew faster and faster, and reached the mid-air where no one could reach, a layer of light flashed all over its body, and then turned into A bird of paradise with black and gold feathers.

The bird of paradise chirped in mid-air with a loud voice.

Then it gradually disappeared among the clouds.

Standing in the sunset, Prince Yongfan smiled coldly, and patted the embroidery on his Chinese cheongsam-style gown—a dancing bird of paradise.

The pheromone of the Strelitzia orchid scent was slowly withdrawn by him.

He stepped on the shuttle and said to the driver: "Let's go, let's go home."

The prince's special car left the imperial city.

In the basement of the palace, in the room where the dying man lay, the emperor had disappeared.

Qin Ziheng still seemed to be asleep, maintaining his youthful appearance.

Everyone who had seen this concubine back then knew that he was loved by the emperor.What no one knew, however, was that there were no ABO-differentiated pheromone glands on the back of his neck.

He has no pheromones.

He is a man.

Just a man.