"There is an old saying in the Central Plains that if a son is not well-educated, it is the fault of his father. If he were not my son, I would not have come here in person today. It is precisely because he is also my bloodline that I should come here in person to give you an explanation."
The words of Emperor Xiyue kept buzzing in the minds of the people from the Western Regions present.
After a while, they only said this subconsciously: "... Lord Xiyue, the Holy Lord is definitely not such a person, absolutely not..."
The Xiyue Emperor spoke in a calm tone without any emotion, "It seems that he has deceived you very successfully over the years. Bring the young prince from Nanjiang up."
When Murong Zheng, dressed in green and with a temperament that seemed like a replica of Dongfang Qing to some extent, appeared in everyone's sight holding Yin Li, who had no idea what was going on, Baili Feiyue almost gritted her teeth even though she couldn't move or speak.
For all the performances of Emperor Xiyue before, even those related to her and Changsun Wuji, she was able to be patient and see what he was up to.
Now, not only did she feel a little surprised by Emperor Xiyue's sudden revelation of his relationship with his master, but she also did not expect Murong Zheng to appear holding Yin Li!
"This little kid is the only son that the Regent of Southern Xinjiang loves very much. Murong Shuo had this kid kidnapped and brought to the Western Regions. What do you think this kid will bring to the Western Regions?"
In Baili Feiyue's ears was the voice of Emperor Xiyue, and in her eyes was the scene of Murong Zheng holding Yin Li and walking to Emperor Xiyue and paying respect to him.
Damn it!
Is Murong Zheng actually the Emperor Xiyue's man?
There must be someone planted by Emperor Xiyue in the Holy Church, this is inevitable. But no matter how she thought about it, she never thought that person would be Murong Zheng!
Murong Zheng, like Ximo, is the person in the Western Region Holy Religion whose importance in her heart is second only to her master!
No flaws have been revealed in the past few years, and she has never been suspicious.
Should she say that Emperor Xiyue has a keen eye and a unique vision in appointing people, or should she sigh that Murong Zheng's acting skills are so superb?
She stared at Murong Zheng for a moment, but the man in green didn't even look at her. He just stood behind Emperor Xiyue holding Yin Li in his arms.
You don't dare to look at her, right? Good Murong Zheng, when this matter is settled, she will have to have a good talk with him!
Baili Feiyue subconsciously turned her eyes to look at the master beside her.
From the corner of his eye, he only saw his master's thin lips with a casual smile, and an expression that didn't care at all, not at all surprised or concerned.
And because of Yin Li's appearance, the people who had firmly supported and trusted the Holy Lord Murong Shuo began to waver, and they were wavering for no other reason.
But...
Looking at Yin Li, his expression was inexplicably filled with fear. Even though he was so far away, he subconsciously took a few steps back and murmured, "Young Master Nanjiang..."
Like most ordinary people in any country, people in the Western Regions are no exception. When they hear the word "Southern Xinjiang", the first thing they think of is the evil poison and witchcraft of Southern Xinjiang.
People's fear of this mysterious, strange, unknown and unknown thing is always, to a certain extent, even greater than the fear of death brought by open knives and guns.
Seeing that these people's emotions finally changed, Emperor Xiyue said at the right time, "But don't worry, everyone. I will handle the matter of the young prince of Nanjiang properly. I, Xiyue, will never shirk the explanation and responsibility for Murong Shuo's other sins. However, we have to solve the next matter privately, please forgive me."
Those who play power politics are indeed the most shameless people in the world, and the ones who are most capable of confusing right and wrong.
Although his own dog master was not completely innocent, when it came to being shameless and able to confuse right and wrong with his words, Emperor Xiyue was the master.
Baili Feiyue is not anxious, but she is under control now and there is no point in being anxious.
Moreover, this drama, the one between Emperor Xiyue and her own master, is not something she can solve or change just by jumping out now.
Let alone her, look at her brother Dongfang Qing. He is of such a high status but now he is silent and has no other reaction at all.
It's very obvious, because Dongfang Qing also knows very well that this scene cannot be stopped or changed by him just standing up.
However, I understand.
Why does Emperor Xiyue have such an advantage?
She glanced at the man beside her again out of the corner of her eye.
Master Dog, please tell us what you have planned, or your shameless father will be in trouble!
However, the man next to her still didn't look at her. She couldn't even tell whether his smiling eyebrows and mouth showed more or less other emotions.
He even stood up and said with a smile, "Of course, Lord Xiyue, please follow me."
This was the only sentence he said. He did not even say a word to explain everything that Emperor Xiyue had done or said before!
After the Saint finished speaking, he picked up Baili Feiyue and led the others away. No matter what the thousands of people below thought, no one spoke up to question him. Not to mention questioning, they didn't even dare to inquire.
They still didn't dare to offend him!
Even what Emperor Xiyue said was so convincing!
However, they dared to leave, but even someone as suspicious as Emperor Xiyue did not dare to follow them at the first moment.
But the words had already been spoken and the figure was almost out of sight, so he had to follow.
Besides, there are some things that cannot really be known to outsiders.
Then he turned to Dongfang Qing and said, "Go to the inn we were in earlier and wait for me."
Dongfang Qing looked at him deeply, and finally said, "I obey your command."
Emperor Xiyue waved his hand, and dozens of skilled fighters came over, "Protect the Seventh Prince."
"Yes, my Lord."
The Xiyue Emperor looked at Murong Zheng who was holding Yin Li, "Take the young prince of Nanjiang and the seventh brother with you and protect him." He raised his voice a little, "I will never let Murong Shuo succeed in his conspiracy and let him bring the war in Nanjiang to Xiyue, or even to our Western Regions!"
After instructing everything to be arranged, Emperor Xiyue led his men into the Holy Church.
Dongfang Qing withdrew his gaze, his dark eyes gloomy.
He led his men straight to somewhere below, and those who were still confused and had suffered severe blows made way for him numbly like puppets.
Dongfang Qing walked up to Mu Qing, who was clearly on high alert, and said, "Miss Mu, please leave the Holy City as soon as possible."
Had he recognized her a long time ago?
Mu Qing originally had a favorable impression of Dongfang Qing, the Seventh Prince of Xiyue, but now the feeling was complicated. She raised her eyebrows and said, "What if I don't like it?"
Dongfang Qing frowned slightly, "Ms. Mu, Ling Jing wouldn't want you to get involved."
Mu Qing stroked his chin and thought for a while, then shrugged, "You are right. Let's go, Your Highness the Seventh Prince, aren't you also going down the mountain to the inn in the Holy City? Let's go together."
The guards behind Dongfang Qing immediately took a few steps forward vigilantly.
Mu Qing snorted and dragged Su Yan to the front.
Mu Qing, Dongfang Qing and their group also left.
The main characters had all left, and the remaining people seemed to have completely lost their souls. For a long while, there was still a suffocating silence that was so audible that one could hear a pin drop.
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