There were more than a dozen guards patrolling at the door of a main room in the inner courtyard. It seemed that this was where Leng Yichen was imprisoned.

"Who are you?" the leading guard shouted when he saw two people walking in with their heads lowered.

It happened in a flash. Shui Yao and Yue Nanchen split up into two groups. In just a second, more than a dozen guards were lying on the ground.

Shui Yao's eyes darkened and she gave Yue Nanchen a look, and the two of them quickly rushed into the room.

In the room, Leng Yichen was still dressed in white, but his face was dark, no longer as energetic and charming as he was that day. After Shui Yao and Yue Nanchen took off their helmets, Leng Yichen was stunned and stood up from the table in surprise, "It's you?"

"Stop talking nonsense and follow us first!" Shui Yao whispered, and stepped forward to pull Leng Yichen.

Leng Yichen smiled bitterly, "I won't leave. If I leave, I will really become a murderer, and I will never have a chance to redress my innocence in this life!"

Shui Yao was about to persuade him again when she heard someone outside the door shouting, "Someone, come here! King Cheng is trying to escape from his crime. The emperor has ordered that he must be killed without mercy!"

Shui Yao glanced at him lazily, "Did you hear that? You have to leave this time, or else you will become the soul under the sword of King Hui!"

Leng Yichen was stunned, and said with a wry smile, "It seems that I, Leng Yichen, will eventually be sentenced to expel the Han Kingdom!" After that, he waved his hand and pressed the screen. The screen immediately moved away, and a hole appeared behind the screen. "Let's go from here!"

It turned out that Leng Yichen had already anticipated this day and had made preparations.

The tunnel leads to the suburbs.

In the suburbs, the bright sun was a little dazzling. Leng Yichen sat on the mound, feeling a little discouraged.

"Did you really kill Wen Xixue?" Shui Yao and Yue Nanchen stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

Leng Yichen shook his head. "Even if I don't like her, I can't kill her unless I want to cause trouble for myself!"

"What happened?" Yue Nanchen asked impatiently, "Speak to the point, tell us, maybe we can help you!"

"You guys?" Leng Yichen looked at Yue Nanchen, then at Lan Shuiyao, "Why are you helping me?"

Shui Yao sighed, "Because you owe me money! Now that Han Country has withdrawn its troops, Miluo Country is ready to make a move again. If you don't keep your word, I will naturally take back my half of the treasury. If you can't become the emperor, who should I ask for that half of the treasury from?"

Leng Yichen smiled bitterly again, not forgetting to blink those enchanting peach blossom eyes, "Lan Shuiyao, I have known you for such a long time. Now I am down and out. Will I die if I say something caring? I have never seen your money!"

Yue Nanchen's eyes darkened. Facing Leng Yichen's "flirting", it was obvious that he was unhappy. "Leng Yichen, don't you want to take back the position of Crown Prince? Moreover, this matter is so strange, but Emperor Han allowed Concubine Mei and her son to run rampant. Don't you find it strange?"

Leng Yichen was stunned, and changed his unruly and dejected look, and jumped up from the mound, "Who do you mean, my father might..."

"I'm just guessing. Whether it's true or not, you'll know if you go and take a look." Yue Nanchen snorted coldly with a sour face.

Leng Yichen sighed, "Now the entire palace is full of Mei Fei and her son's people. It's harder than climbing to the sky for me to enter the palace! My mother has been implicated by me and has been banished to the cold palace. There is no way that the court can help me. General Jiang is about to become the father-in-law of King Hui. It's difficult!"

"Can I help you?" Yue Nanchen said coldly, his eyes grim.

Shuiyao

He and Leng Yichen were both stunned. Could it be that Yue Nanchen also had people planted in the court?

"Tonight, I will take you into the palace!" Yue Nanchen said in a low voice.

"You help me like this, don't you have any conditions?" Leng Yichen sneered.

Yue Nanchen glanced at Shui Yao and said coldly, "You'd better meet Emperor Han before making any plans!"

Leng Yichen was stunned, as if he vaguely felt that something really happened to his father.

As the night deepened, three figures appeared on the roof of the palace.

After the three figures waited on the roof for a while, they saw a lantern in the palace suddenly flicker on and off. After three times, one of the men whispered, "Okay, go down!"

These three people are Shui Yao, Yue Nanchen, and Leng Yichen!

Leng Yichen looked at Yue Nanchen with complicated meaning and jumped down quickly. Shui Yao followed closely behind him, while Yue Nanchen sat on the roof and looked at the moon leisurely - his body had not recovered yet, and going down would only cause trouble for them.

In Emperor Han's bedroom, young eunuchs were guarding outside the door, laughing secretly with their hands covering their mouths from time to time. The sounds of men and women making love could be heard from inside, which was particularly obvious in the silent night.

Leng Yichen and Shui Yao looked at each other, and they flew to the roof of the hall again, secretly lifted a tile and looked inside.

The room was a dazzling bright yellow. The most eye-catching thing was the Shu brocade tassel tent in the middle. The candlelight was flickering, the gauze tent was swaying slightly, and two bodies were entangled together, creating a charming scene.

"Your Majesty..." The woman's charming voice rang out. Her plump body, with black hair like a waterfall, was so sexy.

"My beloved..." The man's old and weak voice sounded. Shui Yao carefully identified him and found that the man was actually Emperor Han. He just looked much older than the last time he saw him, especially his sunken eye sockets.

, it’s obvious that he’s overindulged himself!

"Don't look!" Leng Yichen suddenly felt embarrassed. He didn't expect to run into his father and Concubine Mei in bed.

Shui Yao chuckled, "If you don't look, how do you know whether your father is awake or drugged?"

Leng Yichen was stunned. He did feel that his father was a little dazed, but that man was his father after all. He turned his head and whispered, "Then hurry up!"

At this moment, Mei Fei sat on the cold emperor, wrapped her body around him, and said softly,

"Your Majesty, Leng Yichen escaped today. Shouldn't Your Majesty issue an order to arrest him? If he holds a grudge and rebels against Your Majesty, won't there be endless troubles?"

Leng Yichen was stunned. He wanted to not look, but he had to turn around to look.

The Cold Emperor lay on the bed in a daze, his eyes were not open, his face flushed, and he just said vaguely, "My beloved concubine, watch... do it..."

Leng Yichen was stunned and immediately clenched his fists. Sadness, loss, and depression all surged into his heart.

Shui Yao glanced at him sideways, reached out her hand and held his hand tightly, "Be patient!"

Leng Yichen could no longer remain calm, he suddenly stood up and rushed away.

His standing up startled the people in the room. Concubine Mei suddenly raised her head, staring straight at Lan Shuiyao, and shouted loudly, "Who?"

Shui Yao sneered, "Your aunt!" After that, she swooped down from the roof like a night spirit and stabbed Mei Fei's naked body with a sword.

"You are..." After seeing Shui Yao's face clearly, Concubine Mei went to see the King of Hell.

The Cold Emperor was still lying on the bed, motionless, just shaking his loose skin, as if he was sexually unsatisfied.

There is no trace of the man's naked body

She looked at him, checked his pupils and mouth, and inserted a silver needle into his body. She tried to find the reason, when suddenly her eyes fell on the silk bag on top of the big bed. The strange fragrance emitted by the silk bag seemed...

"Not good!" Shui Yao cried out secretly and immediately covered her breath, but she was a step too late. She suddenly felt her whole body softening and burning.

"It's the incense!" Shui Yao understood it in her heart, but her limbs had no strength left. She used her last bit of consciousness to throw the white silk in her hand and hung it on the beam. She rushed out of the roof, but collapsed on it, unable to move.

"Who is it?" Some of the guards seemed to be in real trouble!

"Yao'er!" A man's cold and low voice suddenly sounded behind her. At the same time, Shui Yao's body was lifted up from the roof and fell into the man's arms.

"Go away quickly, your wounds haven't healed yet, right..." Shui Yao pushed him coldly. It's better to die one person than a pair!

Yue Nanchen tightly hugged Shui Yao's body, his voice low but powerful, "Even if we die, we will die together. This time, I will never let you go!"

Shui Yao wanted to say "idiot", but she didn't have the strength. On the contrary, she felt that the man behind her was so tall and strong, as if she was leaning on him...

Looking at the woman who was constantly rubbing against him in his arms, Yue Nanchen's eyes darkened. Looking at her flushed face, he immediately understood something.

He suddenly drew out the soft sword from his waist and knocked down the guard who had flown onto the roof. He endured the risk of being wounded, took a deep breath, and flew away.

Behind him, many red-clad guards were chasing and assassinating him!