Chapter 421: Strong outside and infatuated inside male protagonist x beautiful and cruel reborn female protagonist 15

Wu Yuan came to Tianqi this time just to take Aunt Qiao away. How could he be dismissed by the emperor's few words? If he failed to take away the pure soul, the witch would definitely settle accounts with him. Thinking of the witch's way of punishing people, Wu Yuan shuddered.

"Your Majesty, I really like Miss Qiao. If Your Majesty can give Miss Qiao to me, we, the Wuling Clan, are willing to cede land to Your Majesty and pay you ten Nine-Transformation Soul-Restoring Pills."

As soon as Wu Yuan mentioned the Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill, everyone in the hall was shocked. If they had known earlier, this Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill would be something worth a fortune.

I heard that the Wuling tribe's Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill can bring the dead back to life, which is very weird. However, the Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill is extremely difficult to obtain, and it takes ten years to refine one. Now ten pills are given to you at once, which shows how tempting it is.

A loud bang made the entire hall quiet down. Looking at the angry Prince Zhao, everyone was stunned and dared not move.

"Second Prince of the Wuling Clan, I will say it again, this is my princess, you cannot covet her."

Wu Yuan looked at Xie Anhuai calmly, put down his wine glass, shook his head and said, "Your Highness Prince Zhao, you are wrong. As long as she is not married, she is not Princess Zhao. Even if she is given to me now, it will not affect you."

Xie Anhuai clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath, and ordered An Er beside him, "Let the Dark Guard Battalion prepare for action. I don't want to see him alive again."

An Er took the order and retreated. This Second Prince was really courting death. The princess was the apple of the prince's eye. He dared to covet her so blatantly. He really didn't want to live.

Although killing the second prince would cause trouble later, it would be much better than losing the princess and letting the prince become a walking corpse.

After returning to the inn, Wu Yuan closed the window tightly, then took out a bamboo flute from his chest, put it to his mouth and started to play.

"Master, is this method feasible? Is it too obvious?"

After Wu Yuan finished playing a piece of music, he placed the bamboo flute on the table and said calmly, "King Zhao must be eager to kill me. I am only doing this to protect myself."

Ah Po tried his best to figure out what his master was thinking. If he wanted to bring Miss Qiao back to Wuyuan, he could have done it quietly. But now, not only was he going to be assassinated, but he was not sure whether he could take Miss Qiao away.

Now everyone knows that their master covets Miss Qiao. If Miss Qiao disappears in the future, everyone will regard Wu Yuan as the culprit.

Wu Yuan sat on the bed, listening to the noise outside, and realized that King Zhao's men had left.

Xie Anhuai sat alone in the study waiting for news. He waited for a long time before An Er, who had been poisoned, came back.

"Master, I have failed."

Xie Anhuai was shocked. "How many people did you take with you?"

An Er pursed his lips, endured the itchy and painful discomfort and said, "Six, six people were selected from the Dark Guard Camp."

"Your Majesty, Wu Yuan is very evil. We were poisoned before we even entered his room. Judging from the marks on our bodies, we were bitten by poisonous insects."

Xie Anhuai narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that Wu Yuan deliberately said something to anger me today, but what is his purpose? He angered me and made my assassination attempt fail."

Xie Anhuai waved his hands and said, "Forget it. Let's discuss this matter later. You can ask An Jiu to detoxify and heal your injuries."

Xie Anhuai pondered alone for a long time, and always felt a little uneasy in his heart. He could no longer bear it and visited the Prime Minister's Mansion at night again.

Aunt Qiao was rarely awake and was leaning against the head of the bed, thinking about something.

In her previous life, there was no such thing as a visit from the Wuling tribe at this time, and today, the Second Prince of Wuling seemed to be coming for her. But why, Jinjin Qiao didn't believe that the Second Prince would offend the Emperor and Ah Huai just by meeting her once. It couldn't be that he had no purpose. The Second Prince was not such a brainless person.

A slight noise came from the window. Aunt Qiao frowned and took out a dagger from under the pillow.

"who"

Xie Anhuai jumped in through the window and looked at Aunt Qiao who was in a defensive posture, and twitched his nose in embarrassment.

"Qiaoer is not asleep"

Aunt Qiao rolled her eyes speechlessly, put the dagger back under the pillow, and then said, "I was scared to death."

"Ah Huai, does this second prince have any purpose?"

Xie Anhuai sat on the edge of the bed and scratched Aunt Qiao's nose. "Who made Qiao'er so outstanding that everyone is interested in her?"

Aunt Qiao shook her head in denial, "No, there's something wrong with this second prince. The way he looks at me is not pure love, it's like possession, destruction, in short, not a good idea."

Xie Anhuai certainly knew it, but he couldn't tell Qiao'er and make her worry. He wanted Qiao'er to live under his wings without any worries.

At noon the next day, Wu Yuan received a letter. When he opened it, he was shocked.

Liao Mu looked at his master with a worried look on his face and asked, "Master, what happened?"

Wu Yuan put the letter under the candle and burned it to ashes, saying, "The former witch is still alive."

"What?" Liao Mu was also shocked. You know, only when the previous priestess dies will a new priestess inherit the position of priestess, otherwise the evil spirit fire will not recognize it.

But if what the letter says is true and the former priestess is still alive, then how is the current priestess recognized by the evil spirit fire?

Wu Yuan put away his nonchalant look, and his whole demeanor suddenly changed. This was the real Wu Yuan.

"I am going to the cold palace to meet this former witch."

Although Liao Mu also wanted to get to the bottom of this matter, the safety of the second prince was the most important thing.

"Master, why don't you let me go? I'm worried about fraud."

Wu Yuan raised his hand to stop him. He had to find out about this matter himself.

Even when Xiao Yiyun was sitting on the cold haystack in the dilapidated cold palace, she did not look the least bit decadent, as if she was still the high and mighty Concubine Xiao Shuyun.

"You are here"

Xiao Yiyun's eyes were calm, as if he had already expected Wu Yuan to come.

"Are you so sure that I will come?" Wu Yuan asked puzzled.

Xiao Yiyun laughed sarcastically, "Of course I know. After all, I am a former priestess. If I were still alive, what would I be now as a priestess?"

Xiao Yiyun knew that Wu Yuan would not believe her words alone, so she took out a red jade ring from her body, bit her finger, and let blood drip onto the ring.

A faint red light flashed, and then the ruby ​​ring turned completely black.

"Really...you actually are..." Wu Yuan took a step back in shock. There was a legend in their Wuling tribe that if a witch inherited the position of witch while the former witch was still alive, then the Wuling tribe would be doomed.

Seeing Wu Yuan's unacceptable look, Xiao Yiyun sneered and said, "Don't worry, the Wuling tribe will not be in trouble now. Otherwise, after so many years, do you think anything bad has happened to the Wuling tribe?"