He happens to be without any troops. Kill him, take over military power, and you'll have no trouble getting the throne.

Zhao Shu remained calm and composed, her expression unchanged. "Fourth brother, are you unaware that Prince Jing and Prince Shu are rebelling? You killed General Wei, who will help the Emperor clear his name?"

"My royal uncles need not trouble themselves, Sister Ajun. You should worry about yourselves." As she spoke, the small courtyard was surrounded by men in black. "General Wei, as long as you agree to be my right-hand man, I will certainly not treat you poorly. High-ranking positions, wealth and honor, beautiful women and status, even land and fiefdoms, I can promise you."

After he finished speaking, his gaze fell on Zhao Shu. "Sister Ajun, if you want her, I can promise to let her go and leave her to you. You can play with her as you please, without worrying about her royal bloodline. I will not blame you, and I won't even frown."

Upon hearing this, Wei Tingsi's face instantly turned as cold as winter snow, and the murderous aura emanating from him seemed to materialize. He casually brushed his sword against the stone table, and the stone table instantly turned into dust.

Zhao Bi was startled by the sudden exertion of force. Zhao Shu hurriedly tried to stop Wei Tingsi, but to no avail. He lowered his head and said with heartache, "If anyone insults or bullies you, I will capture them and make you pay back a thousandfold. I don't know how to treat you well. The only thing I can offer is that I am quite strong. Don't stop me. It hurts me when others bully or insult you."

"Tsk tsk, how touching." Zhao Bi mocked from the other side, then clapped his hands. "Since you're so eager to die, this prince will not be polite."

He raised his hand, and the men in black around him instantly drew their bows to their fullest extent. But a man walked out from the moon gate. It was none other than Zhen Qizhong, who had just been so frail that she seemed about to be blown away by the wind.

He was carrying a sword, a very thin one. Zhao Shu couldn't recognize the sword, but Wei Tingsi could; it was a soft sword.

"I told you to leave, but you wouldn't." He seemed to be making excuses for killing, just like when Xia Guang ate braised rabbit that day, saying to the rabbit before eating, 'I'm glad you're a rabbit, that I met you. If you weren't a rabbit, and I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have killed you.'

Zhao Shu sneered. Today, she had become a turtle in a jar, but it was still uncertain who would emerge victorious.

Wei Tingsi was a man of few words, and he never made up any nonsense reasons before killing someone. He threw his long sword, and the scabbard was thrown out, heading straight for Zhen Qizhong's face. "Too much nonsense."

Zhen Qizhong's expression darkened, and a murderous intent flashed in her eyes. She then took a step that neither Zhao Shu nor Zhao Bi understood and went to meet Wei Tingsi.

It's hard to imagine that a sickly young master could wield a sword so skillfully that it was dazzling. He was so fast that outsiders couldn't tell how many moves he made with the naked eye.

Wei Tingsi was also very fast, but his moves were much simpler, each one deadly, without a single fancy move.

The two fought for no less than a hundred moves. The hydrangeas in the courtyard were sliced ​​off by the sword energy, fluttering and scattering, making the deadly situation inexplicably beautiful.

Suddenly, Zhen Qizhong screamed and was kicked to the ground by Wei Tingsi. His thin body fell to the ground like a withered lotus leaf, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The soft sword in his hand then broke into pieces.

"Xiao Qi!" Zhao Bi's expression changed drastically. He didn't care about anything else and hurriedly helped Zhen Qizhong up. He touched the blood on his body. "Xiao Qi..." He looked at his hand with trembling hands. "Xiao Qi, hold on, Xiao Qi, you must hold on. I won't let you die, I won't let you die."

He spoke incoherently, his face filled with a worry Zhao Shu had never seen before. At that moment, it was as if the air itself was infected by his worry, and she felt extremely anxious along with him.

Zhen Qizhong lay in his arms, struggling to hold onto his arm. "Your Highness..." He couldn't spit out a mouthful of blood, paused, and after a long while, he was able to speak again, "Your Highness, don't... worry about... me... go quickly..."

"No, Xiao Qi, I won't abandon you, never! You hold on, you can't die, I won't let you die, do you hear me!"

From Zhao Shu's perspective, she saw Zhao Bi crying. Just moments ago, he was full of vigor, declaring that he would kill Wei Tingsi, her father, and Sun Yun, so confident. Yet now he was crying.

In his memory, whether in his past life or this one, Zhao Bi had never lost his composure. Even when he occasionally needed to lose his composure, it was just an act, something he put on for others to see.

However, at this moment he was crying, though it was only a single tear, but he was truly crying!

"Your Highness, I've always wanted to...want to...do something, I...I can also gallop across the battlefield." He spoke haltingly, his mouth and chin covered in blood, but a satisfied smile graced his face.

Slowly, he closed his eyes, as if he was extremely sleepy. "Xiao Qi! Xiao Qi!" Zhao Bi called out loudly, wanting to shake the person in his arms awake, but he dared not shake him, afraid of shattering his frail, porcelain-doll-like body.

A man in black walked over and reached out to check Zhen Qizhong's breathing. "Your Highness, the young master is still alive. Please allow me to take him to a doctor."

Wei Tingsi sheathed his sword and had just walked to Zhao Shu's side when Zhao Bi raised his head. He ignored the man in black and said with bloodshot eyes, "Kill him!"

At his command, the man in black drew his bowstring taut once more, and countless arrows whistled through the air, accompanied by screams of agony. Zhao Shu turned around and saw that Su Xiu and the others had arrived, including Xia Guang with a team of archers, who had wiped out Zhao Bi's men in an instant.

The change came too quickly. Zhao Bi was stunned for a moment. He slowly stood up and sneered. Before he could speak, Zhao Shu interrupted, "Fourth brother, my 'uncle' is really skilled. He was able to go through so many moves with Chang'an. You didn't lose in a shameful way."

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