Chapter 112: Beili Wolf King x Central Plains Prince 48
Qian Lingxiao stared at the golden scroll of holy words under the platform, and a sharp pain surged in his throat again.
Warm blood trickled down his skin, and now the bigger picture was at stake, with his brother holding a knife to him.
The imperial edict was like a bolt of thunder, waking Qian Lingxiao from his unrealistic fantasy.
Things are no longer the same as they were before. Now that he has done those things, it will be difficult to go back to the past.
Qian Lingxiao's sanity quickly returned, and his eyes grew colder. Only by holding real power could one keep someone by his side.
Qianzhou's claws are too sharp, and he will only learn his lesson if we pull them out one by one.
Jiang Fuwan had somehow gotten behind Qian Zhou. The black-clad assassin beside Qian Zhou wanted to step forward to stop her, but Jiang Fuwan rushed forward.
She was unarmed and used all her strength to hug Qianzhou's waist and abdomen.
Jiang Fuwan screamed:
"No second name will appear in the imperial edict! Are you scared?!"
Qian Lingxiao decisively struggled to break free and ran forward without hesitation. He knew that he was no match for Qian Zhou.
Qian Zhou grabbed Jiang Fuwan's neck, and because he couldn't control his strength for a moment, she whimpered in pain.
The sound was squeezed out from the throat, and the color changed when hearing it, but Qian Lingxiao did not even turn his head.
All he saw was the imperial edict with his name on it.
Qian Lingxiao overturned the table, repeatedly dodged those who rushed towards him, and ran anxiously.
The ministers were restrained one after another, and someone shouted.
"Where are the Imperial Guards?! Hurry up and come in to protect the emperor!"
This was such a bold statement that he actually treated Qian Lingxiao as the emperor.
There is no other possible name on the imperial edict. Now that the emperor is dead, Qian Lingxiao is the new master!
Jiang Fuwan's hair was disheveled, but there was a proud and twisted smile on the corner of her mouth. She stared at Qian Zhou with difficulty.
"How much do you think he likes you..."
The ups and downs of fate are nothing but a bunch of illusory threads, and Jiang Fuwan tightly grasped the one in front of her.
I will risk my life to help Qian Lingxiao escape.
"Is it worth it?"
Qian Zhou thought it was ridiculous. He only said these two words and left Jiang Fuwan to the people behind him.
He stepped on the overturned table and his figure quickly became a blurred shadow.
Anyone who rushed forward to block the way was killed decisively by Qian Zhou.
The golden robe was like a ghost, full of a terrifying sense of oppression. Qian Zhou held the soft sword in his hand and frowned slightly.
The sound of fighting was deafening, the palace door was wide open, and outside was a sea of heads.
The imperial guards rushed in the moment Qian Lingxiao broke free from his grip. Such a fast speed must have been arranged in advance.
Qian Zhou looked solemn, and just touched the corner of Qian Lingxiao's clothes.
"Capture the Third Prince!"
Jiang Xiaoying came back, sword in hand, eyes wide open with anger.
Qian Zhou fought with the surrounding imperial guards with extremely fierce tactics, taking the lives of several people in a few breaths.
Qian Lingxiao kept backing away, holding onto the stone pillars of the hall and breathing heavily.
Jiang Xiaoying snatched the imperial edict from the young eunuch's hand without even looking at it.
Shouting from the hall: "Is the emperor injured?"
Qian Lingxiao covered his chest with his hands, and Jiang Xiaoying quickly came to his side and protected him behind him.
Qian Lingxiao looked at Qian Zhou from afar through the flash of the sword, his eyes gradually becoming sinister.
He has always wanted to hold on to whatever he likes since he was a child. His methods are much more vicious than Qianzhou's, and he has always been ruthless.
But he always ran into obstacles with Qian Zhou, and now this feeling has become an obstacle for him. Qian Lingxiao looked at the imperial edict in Jiang Xiaoying's hand.
His eyes became colder.
"...Rebels, not a single one will be spared."
A drop of blood splashed on the golden leaf in Qian Zhou's hair. A trace of pain flashed in Qian Lingxiao's eyes, and he slowly closed his eyes.
There were too many ambushes in the hall, and they wanted to settle the situation in one go.
The imperial guards were outside the palace. Once the reinforcements arrived, Qian Zhou would have no chance of turning the situation around.
Jiang Xiaoying held a long sword in his hand. He was tall, with muscular arms and thighs.
Qian Zhou dodged his attack, but his hair was cut off by the long sword that came in the wind, and he retreated violently.
Jiang Xiaoying stared at Qian Zhou. "There are already five hundred imperial guards hidden outside the main hall. I was hoping to see what the Third Prince can do, but it's already over in just a few moments?"
Qian Zhou's face was covered in blood, the scarlet color matched his fair skin, making him look more like a Shura crawling out of hell.
Jiang Xiaoying has not been on the battlefield for a long time and is no longer the fierce general he once was.
Qian Zhou said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, you were defeated by me before, and you are still defeated now."
Every move of the two was deadly, and their attacks were fast and fierce.
Jiang Xiaoying's sword was still sharp, and he injured Qian Zhou's arm, cutting his flesh and blood, causing severe pain throughout his body.
Qian Zhou's movements slowed down for a moment, and he was violently flipped over by Jiang Xiaoying.
He barely managed to stand, then leaped hard and started fighting with Jiang Xiaoying again.
The imperial guards rushed forward, holding spears and trying to help Jiang Xiaoying capture Qian Zhou, but were stopped by the black-clad assassins who rushed over.
Qian Zhou concentrated his mind, and his strange and unpredictable moves made Jiang Xiaoying unable to defend himself, and he firmly gained the upper hand.
Jiang Xiaoying was soon covered in wounds, and the imperial edict fell to the side.
Qian Zhou raised his toes and kicked towards the corner. At this moment, another person came running from outside the hall and shouted to Qian Lingxiao:
“Oh no!”
"Your Highness, the border city has been breached!!"
"What?!" Qian Lingxiao turned around suddenly.
"Beili suddenly launched a fierce attack on the border town. It was their Wolf King who personally led the attack!"
"At this moment, he is already in Yancheng..."
Yancheng...that means we have already broken through the two border defenses.
Qian Lingxiao asked sternly, "Why is there news only now?!"
"Your Highness... this happened suddenly. The previous messengers were all killed by the Wolf King... Even if I rode at full speed, it would still take two days to reach the capital. I'm afraid the situation is even more dangerous now!"
Qian Lingxiao's pupils suddenly shrank. Why did it have to be at this moment...
With a bang, Jiang Xiaoying was pinned against the stone pillar by Qian Zhou's sword, and the sword tip was about to pierce his throat.
"Your Highness, please follow me! I can't wait any longer!"
"Shut up!" Qian Lingxiao roared, quickly processing the thoughts in his mind.
So Xiao Jintian didn't try to suppress the small country on the Beili border...all his forces were concentrated on attacking the Central Plains.
Defense would only lead to a passive situation, so he gave up the Beili border town directly.
Qian Lingxiao looked at Qian Zhou's back, and suddenly a strong anger surged in his heart.
No wonder Xiao Jintian let them go so easily...it turned out that he had been preparing to attack the Central Plains for a long time.
There were mountains of swords and seas of fire everywhere. Qian Zhou was in the court, and Xiao Jintian led his troops to protect the rear for him.
Qian Lingxiao's forehead was covered with veins, "Xiao Jintian..."
They attacked Yancheng two days ago. Has Yancheng fallen now?
Is Xiao Jintian on his way to the capital?
If the Wolf King had followed closely the day after Qian Zhou set out, and the news now came two days ago... Qian Lingxiao slowly retreated.
The people brought by Qianzhou are all very skilled, and one person can fight against several people. At this moment, nearly half of the five hundred people have been killed or injured.
The hall was filled with the smell of blood, corpses were piled up, and flesh and blood were flying everywhere.
The welcoming banquet that was once filled with joy and happiness has now turned into a terrifying hell.
Qian Lingxiao's gaze fell on the stone pillar of the hall, where the imperial edict lay quietly.
A woman's desperate roar came from not far away:
"father--!"
Qian Zhou looked fierce as he pulled out the soft sword from Jiang Xiaoying's throat, bringing out a string of blood beads.
Jiang Xiaoying's huge body fell down helplessly, his head resting against the stone pillar, hanging down at a twisted angle.
Jiang Fuwan cried and struggled, and fell to the bottom of the stairs.
Qianzhou's face was hidden in the shadows, and he pursed his lips tightly.
Blood slowly flowed down his overly pale cheek and dripped onto his blood-stained golden robe, like a blooming blood lotus from hell.
Qian Lingxiao glanced at Jiang Fuwan and walked out of the palace under the protection of the imperial guards.
"......Walk."
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