Chapter 666 Mr. You'an is Arong!
Zhao Xiyue's eyes narrowed sharply for a moment, then she immediately shook her head: "No! Impossible! You're lying to me! Where is the Prince! I need to see the Prince!"
Seeing the menacing presence of Li Mingyu's entourage, Zhao Xiyue shook her head frantically, the pearl hairpin in her hair teetering on the verge of falling, her voice shrill and piercing: "Xiao Yuanshan! Come out here! You promised me! How could you lie to me!"
"What are you standing there for? Quickly cover her mouth!"
Li Mingyu's eyes were as cold as ice, and her voice was icy.
Upon receiving the order, the guard immediately reached out to grab Zhao Xiyue's arm. Before she could even turn around and run away, her mouth was tightly covered by a piece of rough burlap, and she could only make muffled "ooh" sounds.
The guards dragged her into the mansion without a shred of pity. Her skirt got caught on the threshold, tearing open a long gash. Her exposed calves rubbed raw on the cobblestones, leaving bloody marks. The calligraphy and paintings she cherished fell from her bosom. Her eyes remained fixed on the depths of the mansion, as if she wanted to bore a hole through the tightly closed main hall door.
"Who goes there!"
Just then, the guard paused and suddenly looked outside the mansion.
The heavy vermilion gates of the Prince's mansion were suddenly forced open from the outside, and a cold wind carrying snowflakes and chill rushed in.
Xinbo was dressed in dark military attire, his shoulder armor still stained with undried blood. The long sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, its blade gleaming so coldly it was blinding. The men beside him carried torches, which soon illuminated the entire palace as if it were daytime.
The soldiers behind him surged forward like a tide, quickly surrounding the palace with layers upon layers of waterside pavilions. The guards who were originally protecting the outer perimeter were all wiped out by their blades.
He threw the body of a guard into the mansion, and instantly, the chilling aura of clashing armor filled the mansion.
The surrounding air suddenly became still.
“Xinbo, how could you?”
When Li Mingyu saw Xin Bo's face, her pupils suddenly contracted, and in an instant, her eyes shifted, a hint of sadness appearing at the corners: "I never thought I would see you again in this life. Xin Bo, we are old friends, so just tell us what's wrong. We juniors won't do anything to you. What are you trying to do?"
Xin Bo's gaze swept over Li Mingyu's face in the mansion, and he said in a firm voice, "The traitor Xiao Yuanshan has been defeated and killed. I, Xin, am ordered to seal off the Regent's Mansion! Today, not even a fly can fly out of here! If the Princess Consort has anything to say, save it for tomorrow when she goes to the palace to apologize to the Emperor."
Having said that, Xinbo turned around, but for a moment he stopped in his tracks. He looked down.
He saw a piece of calligraphy on the ground, blown open by the wind, revealing a foot. He bent down to pick it up, then raised an eyebrow.
"Stop! Stop!" Taking advantage of the guard's inattention, Zhao Xiyue suddenly broke free, ripped the object out of her mouth, and shouted, "That's mine! Give it back to me!"
"Yours?" Xin Bo squinted. What a coincidence that he had come today. He hadn't expected that they were all old acquaintances.
He said coldly, "This is our general's calligraphy. You have already dissolved your engagement with our general long ago, so what right do you have to still possess the general's calligraphy!"
Having said that, he glanced coldly at the two people in front of him, turned around and strode out. With a creak, the heavy gate of the Prince's Mansion was slammed shut.
"Your Highness, what should we do now? Could something have really happened to the Prince?" The nanny beside Li Mingyu stepped forward, her face full of worry.
Li Mingyu's face turned deathly pale: "Outrageous! The Prince hasn't returned yet, and nothing is certain. How can we afford to panic!"
The old woman steadied herself in a daze and slapped herself in the mouth: "It is this old servant who deserves to die, but the prince will surely escape danger!"
"Impossible! That old man, what nonsense is he talking about? That's clearly Mr. You'an's handwriting!" Zhao Xiyue's face, still stained with Zhao Xiuyuan's blood, was filled with panic as she almost went mad, screaming in the direction Xin Bo had left.
Li Mingyu's lips curled into an incredulous smile: "You like Mr. You'an so much, Zhao Xiyue, you stupid woman, you can't possibly not know that Mr. You'an is A Rong."
"Impossible! This is impossible!" Zhao Xiyue's eyes were bloodshot. "How could that savage who knows nothing but fighting be Mr. You'an! Impossible! Impossible!" Zhao Xiyue frantically pulled at her hair, her whole being seemingly possessed.
"Ha, how laughable! I knew you were willing to give up Li Rong. Turns out, you didn't even know his childhood name was You'an. It's utterly ridiculous."
After her initial shock, Li Mingyu suddenly remembered Zhao Xiyue's annulment of her engagement with Li Rong and the subsequent humiliation she had inflicted upon her, and she couldn't help but laugh. She had thought that Zhao Xiyue's comment about liking Mr. You'an's calligraphy was a ploy to gain a good reputation, but little did she know that this fool had been completely oblivious from the beginning.
"Impossible, impossible, you poisonous woman, you lied to me, you lied to me, you did it all, you deserve to die! You deserve to die!" Zhao Xiyue had gone mad and lunged at Li Mingyu in front of her, but before she could move, she was restrained by Li Mingyu's guards.
Li Mingyu coldly observed her crazed state, growing impatient: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and finish her off!"
Seeing the guards about to make a move, Li Mingyu waved her hand absentmindedly: "Never mind, let's lock her up in the side room for now, she might still be useful."
"yes."
"Your Highness, what do we do now?"
Li Mingyu's eyes were cold: "Logically speaking, the Prince shouldn't have any problems. Something must have gone wrong. Let me think."
Li Mingyu was truly at a loss, and after a while, she squinted her eyes and said, "Where is Awang? Call him here."
The firelight of the imperial city illuminated half the sky, turning the night as if it were daytime.
Xiao Yuanshan's dark robes were stained and mottled. He had been struck by an arrow in the shoulder, the fletching embedded deep in his flesh. Every step he took aggravated the wound, and blood soaked through his clothes, leaving a dark red trail in the snow. He staggered and turned into a narrow alley, at the end of which was a low, sealed wall.
"Xiao Yuanshan, you have nowhere to retreat. Lin Zhong is dead, and all the Black Feather Guards have been executed. You might as well surrender!"
Xiao Nianjun, along with Jingwei and Dongzang, who was by Jiang Nuanzhi's side, had completely surrounded Xiao Yuanshan.
Xiao Yuanshan turned around and smiled. The next second, everyone saw a face that looked 90% like Xiao Yuanshan's, and their expressions turned serious: "Oh no! We've fallen for their trap!"
Meanwhile, on the other side, the real Xiao Yuanshan, dressed as a guard, smiled cruelly as he looked at Jiang Nuanzhi before him: "Jiang Nuanzhi, have you thought it through? Do you want to use the life of Xuan Ting in your hands to exchange for the life of this cheap son of yours?"
He was carrying a young boy in black clothes. The boy's clothes were now pulled up and strangled his neck. His face was flushed red, and his eyes were half-closed, as if he was about to lose consciousness.
(End of this chapter)
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