Baili Feiyue raised the corners of his lips wickedly, "If there is no obvious poison like the ones in the bottles and jars, then you can't poison people. Wouldn't that be the same as the guards like you who become stupid when they lose their swords?"
The guards were almost vomiting blood due to this remark.
A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated!
However, Baili Feiyue insisted on humiliating!
She won't let anyone go!
Ever since she got involved with Southern Xinjiang, she had to get revenge for the innocent things that had happened to her!
She is not a chess piece that can be casually placed in their ambitious schemes!
Even Buddha is fighting for three incense sticks!
What's more, she is a human being!
If you want to fight back, you have to hit where it hurts!
Some princesses had the same feeling when Ayi Na started to scold Baili Feiyue, but now, the sudden development was completely unexpected.
They were indeed innocently affected.
Whether it was caused by Southern Xinjiang or by this Third Miss Ling.
But they were confused about the interactions between them.
Only they are like fools!
No, although I am angry, this is not the most important thing.
The guards from the southern border were all knocked down, and although they had Gu in their bodies, they had not shown any abnormalities for half a day. In other words, were they safe? !
Compared to the excitement and relief in their hearts.
Yin Xuanmo's reaction was completely different.
Because of the situation of the Southern Frontier guards, the black-clad warriors came directly to Changsun Wuji, about ten feet away, and knelt on one knee respectfully, "Master, I got it."
The man said casually, "Take it and give it to Prince Yin."
"Yes, Master."
The two black-clad warriors in the front carrying black packages came to Yin Xuanmo's horse. Although they were cold, they were still polite. "Prince Yin, please accept it. It's a gift from our master."
Yin Xuanmo didn't reach out to take it.
What a keen sense of smell he had.
Plus it’s so close!
This situation was inexplicably familiar. He had encountered it at a garden party not long ago. Something that smelled bloody and was shaped like a human head...
He didn't answer it. It was obvious that the two assassins were not the ordinary assassins who followed the rules.
He could also take the initiative to open the package and place the contents neatly in front of Yin Xuanmo's horse.
Yin Xuanmo's pupils constricted when they opened the package.
At this moment, the hands holding the reins were so tight that the bones were almost broken!
Veins popping out!
His father...and his...elder brother!
Those two familiar faces, the ones he had seen countless times envisioning the prosperity of Southern Xinjiang and its dominance over all nations! Their expressions stayed at that moment of horror, unwillingness, despair, and annihilation.
Die with eyes open!
It is summer now. When you get closer, the head whose blood has long dried up already has a foul smell.
But Yin Xuanmo couldn't smell it.
All that was left in his eyes were the two familiar yet unfamiliar faces, and - hell!
He lost!
He lost completely!
Even though the reason was useless, he really wanted to ask why!
The conflict between Ling Jing and Changsun Wuji is real. Why could they come together to plot against him without any prior agreement?
The cooperation is so perfect!
Suddenly, he threw his head back and laughed.
Success is gratifying, but failure does not necessarily mean you cannot be calm!
But he didn't expect that the man who was his biggest rival and who was destined to be eliminated in his ambition would calmly say, "Send Prince Yin back to Southern Xinjiang."
What's the meaning?
He doesn't kill him?
Then I understood it in an instant.
If my father and my brother the Crown Prince died together, there would definitely be chaos in southern Xinjiang. This is one reason.
Second, their deaths were entirely due to his failure!
If he had returned to Southern Xinjiang earlier, with the defense arrangements he had made in Southern Xinjiang, no matter how skilled he was, he would not have been able to break into the Imperial Palace and the Prince's Mansion and take people's heads!
It turned out to be the Regent of Dajing.
It turns out that killing someone directly is the cheapest thing in the world.
And he didn't kill him.
But they destroyed the things he cared about most before his eyes! And then they made him return to that environment, constantly reminding him of his failure and the heavy price he paid for his failure!
Killing people is never crueler than destroying their hearts!
Yin Xuanmo took a deep look at Changsun Wuji and Baili Feiyue. The two people had very different appearances at the moment, but when they stood together, they seemed like the whole world.
So harmonious, so chilling!
Once the reins were lifted, even if he was a loser, he would still leave with the demeanor of a king, "Regent, Third Miss Ling. See you later!"
They let him go and let him suffer.
But they should not forget that there is a saying in the world, called - letting the tiger return to the mountains!
The Southern Xinjiang guards, who were so grief-stricken by the previous scene of the human heads, barely propped up their still limp bodies, and almost reverently wrapped up the two heads on the ground and carried them away.
He gritted his teeth and quickly caught up with Yin Xuanmo.
The princesses were the weakest people here, and several of them could barely stand and had to rely on the people next to them.
Even the eldest grandson Yunmin was completely unaware that Third Miss Ling had poisoned someone, and that Ninth Prince's men had gone straight to capture the head of Southern Xinjiang!
If it weren't for the royal image he had since childhood, Changsun Yunmin would have opened his mouth wide and drooled at this moment.
Coming back to his senses at this moment, he immediately arranged for some officers and soldiers to arrange for the princesses to be escorted.
Not to mention the various psychological states and expressions of the princesses before they left, and after the officers and soldiers retreated like a tide.
Only Changsun Yunmin and a few guards serving as sedan bearers were left here.
Also present are Changsun Wuji and Baili Feiyue, who have a weird atmosphere.
Zhangsun Yunmin took a deep breath and stepped forward, "Uncle Nine, I will take these guards to check the surroundings to see if there are any other abnormalities."
This is obviously a slip!
After he finished speaking, he said to the guards in a pretentious manner, "Follow me."
"yes."
There was only one sedan chair and Baili Feiyue left here.
How could Baili Feiyue describe the feeling in her heart? Before she took action, she was not completely sure that it was Yin Xuanmo who had been plotting against her behind her back.
She was also certain when she woke up in the valley and saw Yin Xuanmo.
But no matter who is behind this, she will deal with it the same way!
The real reason why the Saint of the Southern Xinjiang Witch Cult manipulated her time and again was to make her hurt Changsun Wuji!
That afternoon, she developed a new method that might be useful for the cold poison.
But that method was too overbearing, and she really didn't dare to use it easily.
There is a very high chance of death.
At least the cold poison can keep him alive for two to three years, but the method she thought of might only last for two or three days at most!
She soaked the silver needle and dagger in a medicine she developed that was almost like fighting poison with poison.
I originally thought of trying it with silver needles first.
Who would have expected to hear such words when I went to Prince Changsun's mansion.
After hearing words like that, everyone's mood will change.
But she still noticed that there was something subtly wrong with the changes in her emotions!
But she really wanted to do it!
We must take action!
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