Obey the order and kill Qin Shu.

Fang Xingfei rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "What are you imagining? Of course not."

Unfortunately, Fang Xingfei's credibility with Xiao Wujiu has been questioned.

Xiao Wujiu was silent for a moment, his eyes falling on Wen Congren.

Wen Congren lowered his brows and said in a deep voice, "If it really is a possession, are you willing to watch the thing that controls you use your hands to kill people again?"

Fang Xingfei was immediately displeased, his face filled with impatience: "I've already said that this matter has not yet been concluded."

Xiao Wujiu did not argue. He lowered his brows, placed his palm lightly on his heart, and a dark light appeared between his fingers.

It was a transparent crystal shaped like a grain seed, as clear as water, yet reflecting a dark blue and slightly black cold light.

Ren Xuan's eyelids twitched and his occupational disease almost relapsed on the spot - damn, I want it.

This is something more valuable than a one-way exchange of letters. Every warrior hides this thing as if it were his life. How can you take it out casually?

Xiao Wujiu handed the thing to Fang Xingfei and said calmly, "If that day ever comes, you will finish it for me."

Fang Xingfei was about to speak when Xiao Wujiu cut him off. The young man said in a calm tone, "You said that this matter has not yet been concluded. It is only temporarily in your hands."

Fang Xingfei raised an eyebrow. He casually took the item and smiled heartlessly, "What do you mean by temporary storage? If you give it to me, I won't return it."

With this crystal element, even if Xiao Wujiu was truly possessed by an evil spirit, he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble. Wen Congren paused, then said, "Don't worry too much, but it's better to be prepared. Brother Fang, if you have time, please investigate the origins of this technique. Our immediate priority is to understand what exactly this 'Rebirth Technique' is."

This time, Fang Xingfei didn't make excuses like before. He just nodded calmly and said, "I'll make a note of it."

Wen Congren wanted to say something more.

Suddenly, a deafening roar was heard from the direction of the South Courtyard.

Dust and smoke filled the sky, and startled birds flew away.

Ren Xuan's expression froze, and he immediately drew his sword: "What's going on?! Cannon?!"

···

In the south courtyard of the palace, the smoke had just cleared.

Fang Ci was hesitant to withdraw the hand that was blocking Qin Shu.

The previous artillery fire should have exploded in the middle of the courtyard. Fortunately, Fang Ci intervened forcibly and the muzzle was deflected by an inch, only collapsing the wing at the rear without injuring anyone.

The whole yard was filled with black cavalrymen, full of murderous intent, but they were still knocked to the ground by Lu Xiyun's sword alone.

Fang Ci glanced at the sweat dripping from Prince Lu's forehead and realized that Lu Xiyun was probably forcing his luck. Fortunately, probably because he had mastered the final form of Blazing Life Sealing Heaven, the red line on Lu Xiyun's palm did not spread again.

Qin Shu's personal guards arrived in an instant, forming a dense array with their swords shining.

There were clear barriers between the two sides in the courtyard, one side was guarded by black armor, and the other side was surrounded by the royal army.

The two sides, separated by a wall of people, were on the verge of a fight, with murderous intent as cold as ice.

No matter how you look at this scene, it seems like Fang Ci has set up a trap to murder Qin Shu.

Seeing that Qin Shu's face had almost turned as black as the bottom of a pot, Fang Ci was at a loss for words for a moment.

She stared at the leader, unable to hide her anger: "Han Chenglie, what are you doing?!"

Han Chenglie was neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed with his fists clasped together: "I am following orders, my lord. Please make way."

"How dare you!" Fang Ci was furious: "Whose orders are you following?!"

Han Chenglie remained calm, his gaze unwavering as he stared at Fang Ci, "Your humble servant, I am following the orders of Lord Xiao."

Fang Ci didn't believe it at all: "Let him come to see me in person!"

Han Chenglie frowned slightly, but remained respectful: "My Lord is seriously injured, and the princess is not unaware of this."

Fang Ci pressed on, saying, "Then tell me, Jing Yuan was seriously injured, how could he have taken such a life?"

Han Chenglie's eyes were as cold as ice, and his tone was flat: "If the princess has any questions, she can go and ask in person."

After saying this, he said no more and just raised his hand.

"I have received your orders. Kill Qin Shu and do not harm the princess in the slightest."

Soldiers all around drew their swords, the blades reflecting a cold light. In an instant, the inner courtyard of the palace was filled with murderous intent.

Fang Ci suddenly raised his voice and shouted angrily: "Let's see who dares--!"

The leading black cavalry commander hesitated for a moment, wavering between Fang Ci and Han Chenglie, with an uncertain expression.

The two superiors held different opinions on the important matter of mobilizing troops, and the Black Cavalry Commander was in a dilemma: "Deputy Commander... Princess... you are—"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly saw a shadow moving at the gate and heard footsteps outside the yard.

Into this courtyard, which was not big to begin with, Fang Che brought in more than a hundred elite soldiers.

Fang Che carefully helped someone into the courtyard. When he looked up again, he was angrily saying, "The king said to execute Qin Shu immediately. Don't you understand?!"

The Black Cavalry Commander paused. He didn't look at Fang Che, but at the person beside Fang Che.

Xiao Jingyuan's face was pale, almost transparent, but his eyes were filled with an oppressive coldness. In this situation, he forced himself to appear here. Without saying a word, it was the most heavy military order.

Upon seeing this, the Black Cavalry Commander drew his sword with a clang.

Fang Ci was stunned. For a moment, her voice almost lost its strength: "Jing Yuan, what are you doing?"

Across the human wall, Xiao Jingyuan looked at her with a calm tone, "I don't want to die in vain again. Is this reason enough?"

After hearing these words, Fang Ci was stunned for a moment. She fell silent and did not speak for a long time.

...Jingyuan, he remembered everything?

Supporting his sick body to stand up from the bed obviously had a great impact on Xiao Jingyuan. Before he could finish his words, he was choked and torn to pieces by coughing. His chest heaved violently and he almost couldn't stand.

Fang Che stood by in panic, supporting him and trying to calm him down, his expression anxious.

Fang Ci looked so distressed that she was even a little shaken.

Had she not thought about killing Qin Shu to eliminate future troubles? But she didn't dare to make the move.

Qin Xuan in the north had a clear attitude.

Hundreds of thousands of people in Nanfu are under her control. How can she disrupt the situation for her own selfish reasons?

But now, she couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal.

Why should Jing Yuan die in vain again for that illusory overall situation?

Fang Che stood there in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Han Chenglie's words last night were like needles piercing my bones. The scenes of blood and corpses, those struggles worse than death... are all vivid in my mind.

Fang Che didn't understand why his elder sister insisted on standing in front of the blade for such a person.

The young man couldn't help himself after all. He said sternly, "Sister! Are you going to watch that bastard kill all of our people?!"

Qin Shu narrowed his eyes, his gaze as deep as a pool.

He knew that Jamel Xiao was meticulous and thoughtful. Now that he had personally entered the game, he must have planned everything in secret. It would be useless to say anything more at this moment.

The courtyard and the outside of it are filled with swords and guns from the Nan Mansion. Even a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. When you are under someone's roof, you have no choice but to lower your edge temporarily.

He leaned closer to Lu Xiyun and lowered his voice very low: "How is the evil stain on you? I have someone to protect you, can you leave on your own?"

Lu Xiyun glared at the other person fiercely, his tone unfriendly, and angrily said: "Take you with you! We can still leave!"

Seeing Lu Xiyun start with the forbidden move of the Nan Mansion, a fierce look flashed in Fang Che's eyes. He entrusted the person in his arms to his deputy, drew his sword with his backhand, and rushed out in an instant.

The sword flashed in the air, and Lu Xiyun blocked it with his sword, but the attack was so powerful that he took three steps back, his arms trembling slightly, and his blood boiling.

Dark red netherworld fire rose up from Fang Che's body, like ghost flames shaking the world.

The young man raised his knife, his murderous intent as fierce as frost and snow: "Lu Xiyun! I disdain to take advantage of others in distress, so I advise you to mind your own business!"

Lu Xiyun was not intimidated at all, and the young man's brows were still furious: "Stop talking so arrogantly! Everyone would do the same!"

As the voice fell, fire snakes crisscrossed around Lu Xiyun, and blazing flames suddenly rose, with a power that could shake the heavens.

The Southern Palace has forbidden moves, and the Blazing Life seals the sky.

I use my life as fuel and my soul as flame. If Heaven does not respond, I will be punished by Heaven.

The air pressure suddenly dropped, silencing all living creatures in all directions.

Fang Ci's heart was pounding as he watched. His younger brother and the prince of the Western Mansion were fighting for their lives, burning their souls and risking their lives.

Not only will Qin Shu be killed, but Lu Xiyun will also be killed here.

Before Fang Ci's eyes, he seemed to have seen the Jingxi King Lu Xingde. The white hair on his temples did not diminish his elegance, and his imposing aura was as strong as a mountain.

If this really happens, war will break out again and there will be no peace in the southern border.

The atmosphere was as stagnant as ice.

Just when the situation was tense, a green light bloomed from Xiao Jingyuan's heart, and slender vines flourished from the green light.

Before everyone could exclaim in surprise, the vine had already carried Xiao Jingyuan away at a high speed.

After all, they knew each other, and Xiao Wujiu did not hurt anyone, but the momentum of the attack was too fast, which was beyond the limit that Xiao Jingyuan could bear.

The momentum stopped for a moment, Jamel Xiao's chest heaved violently, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

But he actually smiled. He looked at the instigator with a cold, mocking gaze: "General Ren, do you want to kill me again?"

Ren Xuanke didn't care about all that. He drew his sword and pointed it at the other person's neck.

There was murderous intent in his eyes, and his aura was sinister: "Get out of the way."

The officials and soldiers of the Southern Prefecture in the courtyard all changed color.

Han Chenglie's forehead veins throbbed. "Fuck you! If you dare to move, I'll peel off your skin!"

Ren Xuan smiled, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "General Han, you're a veteran after all. How can you not even say something harsh at a time like this?"

He scoffed, "Should I teach you?"

The long sword in Ren Xuan's hand shone coldly, and he spoke in a stern voice: "Back then, it was I, Ren Xuan, who killed Xiao Jingyuan. Today, what are you doing surrounding His Highness Prince Xiang?"

Han Chenglie suddenly drew his sword, but he saw that Ren Xuan's sword was faster.

There was already a bloody spread under the one-inch blade.

Ren Xuan, this bastard, has been Qin Shu's subordinate and the number one executioner from the beginning to the end.

Han Chenglie's eyes were hazy for a moment, as if he saw the whistling wind in his previous life again, and the big flag with the word "Ren" hanging high in the sky, its shadow covering the entire southern border.

There was dead silence in the general's tent. Han Chenglie knelt outside the tent for three days and three nights.

But the General Zhenbei, who was appointed by the imperial court, simply disdained to see him.

Ren Xuan left him alone for three days and three nights before sending his personal guards to coldly say, "If General Han really doesn't want to be the deputy envoy of the Jiedushi, General Ren doesn't mind killing you too."

Those words struck into his bones, like a nail or a spike, carving into his marrow inch by inch.

Han Chenglie clenched his teeth, his fingers holding the knife turned white, and finally he put the knife back into the sheath.

Han Chenglie gritted his teeth and compromised with Ren Xuan, his voice suppressed: "I will let you go, I will go with you, I will ensure your safety. Don't touch the lord."

Ren Xuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, his expression as cold as a knife: "General Han, you and I both know that you don't care about your own life or death. If you want to put yourself in danger, I don't have the leisure to accompany you."

Han Chenglie didn't retreat a single step, his eyes as dark as cold iron, and his tone became lower and lower: "Ren Xuan, if you insist on taking the master away, and something happens along the way, will you pay with your life?"

Ren Xuan frowned. This was a heartbreaking question. If he dragged an injured person along, he would be blackmailed by those people from Southern Xinjiang if he wasn't careful.

However, the man under the knife spoke first. Xiao Jingyuan frowned slightly, and his tone was particularly dissatisfied: "Chenglie, do you want to go through the old path again? If you kneel down, will they let me go and let everyone go?"

Before he could finish his words, he choked out another mouthful of blood, but his tone was extremely calm: "Don't worry about me, kill them all and find a way to survive for our brothers."

Without waiting for Han Chenglie to react, Fang Che was the first to shout, "Jingyuan! What nonsense are you talking about! No one is allowed to move!!!"

Xiao Jingyuan's expression did not change. He only looked at Han Chenglie with a calm gaze that was so oppressive that it made people breathless: "Chenglie, you obviously hold more chips, but you are always the first to give in."

He coughed lightly twice, his chest trembling slightly, and his voice was low and cold: "So in my last life, I entrusted Southern Xinjiang to you, but you failed miserably."

He asked, "You've already drawn your sword against Qin Shu today. If he walks out of this door alive, how many people will be left in Southern Xinjiang? Haven't you seen it?"

"If you can't let go of anything, in the end, you will be unable to keep anything."

Han Chenglie's chest heaved violently. At that moment, old wounds and new pains surged, and blood and fire surged, almost exploding.

The adults are right. He has no way out. Southern Xinjiang... no way out...