Chapter 274 Fireball falling from the sky!
In the princes’ palace complex, in the palace of the Sixth Prince.
After reading the secret letter, the Sixth Prince lit the fire with the candlestick on the table.
Xiang Qianqian served tea and entered, taking a look at the red feather secret letter burning in the jade basin.
I'm afraid it's an extremely urgent matter?
"Your Highness, please have some tea." Xiang Qianqian presented it with both hands.
The Sixth Prince narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "Qianqian, is there a god in your Western Zhou Dynasty named Wang Ying?"
Xiang Qianqian was stunned.
"Wang Ying?" She thought carefully and gradually frowned.
Just because the first person she thought of was Xiangying.
But how could it be her?
Xiangying is an ordinary person, while Wang Ying mentioned by the Sixth Prince is a god.
Xiang Qianqian shook her head: "I have never heard of it. I think it is a little-known deity. Why does Your Highness ask this?"
The Sixth Prince clenched his fists, stared at the flame on the candlestick, and said grimly: "The remnants of the Western Zhou Dynasty have actually formed a powerful team and are attacking the capital of Nanyue."
"They originally had no chance of winning, but with the help of the immortal Wang Ying, they were able to advance unstoppably and have already penetrated into our hinterland."
Xiang Qianqian was slightly surprised: "Is there such a thing?"
Are there really gods in the world? That's too far-fetched!
The Sixth Prince was thoughtful: "Now my father is very upset about this matter. It is conceivable that whoever can solve this problem will definitely gain my father's trust and reliance."
He stroked his chin as he thought. The room was so quiet that only the sound of the night watch could be heard.
The black stone brick floor reflected Xiang Qianqian's thoughtful expression.
However, the Sixth Prince came up with a solution first.
His dark eyes looked at Xiang Qianqian: "Qianqian, you are the only person who can be of great use to me now."
The Sixth Prince held her hands, making Xiang Qianqian a little at a loss.
"Your Highness, what do you want Qianqian to do?"
"I want you to leave Shangjing City as quickly as possible and join these generals of the Western Zhou Dynasty."
"What?" Xiang Qianqian's face turned pale, "Your Highness wants me to leave?"
As the Sixth Prince patiently explained, the cold look on his handsome face disappeared.
Instead, there is always a touch of gentleness that can make people fall deeply in love with it.
He said slowly: "I'm not really willing to let you go, but I want you to pretend to escape. With your identity as the Princess of Xi Zhou, they will definitely accept you. By then, you will be a chess piece I have planted among them."
"Qianqian, when you succeed, I will personally bring you back and make you my principal wife!"
Xiang Qianqian's eyes sparkled with eagerness to try, but she was still a little worried.
"Your Highness, I am willing to sacrifice everything for you, but I am afraid... they will not listen to me easily."
"It's okay. When you go there, you just need to act according to circumstances and send me letters at any time so that I can know the time when their army will set out. That will be enough."
Xiang Qianqian thought about it and realized that in the end she would have to fight for wealth and fame on her own.
By then, Xiangying will be a prisoner, while she will be the extremely noble prince's consort. The Sixth Prince may even have the hope of becoming the Crown Prince. How can Xiangying compare with her?
Xiang Qianqian nodded immediately: "Okay, Your Highness, I will set off tonight."
"I have asked someone to escort you, but once you leave Shangjing City, you will have to run away on your own. Remember, after you meet up with them, you must say that you escaped."
The Sixth Prince handed his token to her as a token of trust.
Xiang Qianqian held it tightly, with a gleam in her eyes, as if she had already seen her glorious future.
…
It rained in the second half of the night.
The sound of water dripping and crackling on the eaves.
Jie Chen walked into the cold and magnificent hall, covered in blood. With heavy steps, he placed a bloody box on the table next to Ling Su.
Ling Su sat up upon hearing the sound, turned his head and saw that Jie Chen was wet all over, with blood flowing down his clothes.
But his eyes were as sharp as a blade, the murderous aura on his body had not yet dissipated, and it was terrifyingly cold.
Ling Su asked calmly, "Where are you coming back from?"
"I just met King Yong." Xie Chen's voice was as cold as his expression.
When Ling Su heard King Yong's name, he looked at the brocade box on the table that was dripping with blood.
He reached out and opened it, and looked inside, only to find a bloody severed hand.
There was a hint of displeasure in Ling Su's eyes.
"I don't want such an ambiguous answer. Where is his body?"
"We split it up." Xie Chen said calmly, "If we bring it out, it will be too conspicuous and unsafe, so we split it up."
Ling Su narrowed his eyes: "Divided? Have you dealt with the rest?"
"Yes," Xie Chen nodded, "It has been burned. You will hear the news tomorrow. The teahouse caught fire and Prince Yong died."
Ling Su didn't say anything, but picked up the severed hand and studied it without fear.
There was a small mole on the palm of Prince Yong's hand, and he remembered the location clearly. It would be impossible for him to fake it.
When the severed palm was turned over and the blood was wiped off, there was indeed a small mole in the center of the palm.
Ling Su's expression gradually changed from stern to joyful.
He laughed and said, "Lan'er, you are worthy of being the child that Father has high hopes for. Every time you take action, you never disappoint Father."
Jie Chen looked at him but didn't waste any words with him.
"You can release Xiangying now."
"Release? That won't work," Ling Su shook his head, "At least you have to help father deal with half of the people in that booklet."
Xie Chen looked at him coldly, then turned and left.
Ling Su suddenly shouted, "Lan'er, after all these years, are you still blaming your father? No matter what hatred we had before, when these storms are over, I will let it go, and you should let it go too."
"Father promises you that he will allow you to be with the girl you love and live a peaceful life for the rest of your life."
Xie Chen paused, then walked away without looking back.
He didn't give any response, but Ling Su believed that he had his son completely under control.
Xiangying was awakened in the late night by the rain pouring in through the small window and dripping on his cheeks.
She sat up and looked at Xiang Yuande who was sleeping beside her.
I have to say, the saying is true: evil lasts for thousands of years.
This old man had been burned by her before, but it was nothing serious, just a few scars.
Later, he was poisoned again, but he survived. He was almost cured after taking two doses of medicine and can now eat and sleep again.
Shameless people live in such a comfortable and free way, with thick skin and tough flesh.
Xiangying couldn't sleep, so he simply entered the space to see where the cartoon characters had gone.
Unexpectedly, they stood by the frozen river, as if they were collectively in trouble.
Xiangying recalled that her followers should take the water route and go straight down the Huai River in Nanyue to the capital city.
The only problem is that this tributary of the Huai River freezes in winter.
If they want to go up the river, they have to walk for at least half a month, and only after leaving the current city and county will they have a chance to get close to the mainstream of Huaijiang River.
This is such a waste of time.
Xiangying pondered for a moment and suddenly had a bold idea.
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