The hibiscus warm tent and the golden dragon bedside, in sharp contrast to these is the haggard old man lying on the bed. In just half a month, the charming man who once squinted his eyes and smiled faintly seems to be in his twilight years.

Queen Han lay by the bed, wiping her tears quietly. She was completely at a loss at the moment. Her only son had lost two lives and there was no news of him. The person she relied on - Emperor Han - was in such a state.

"Empress, you haven't recovered yet. Please rest first. I'm here to guard you! Don't worry!" Anhun, one of the secret guards of the Han Kingdom, whispered.

Queen Han shook her head and whispered, "King Hui will not give up so easily. You can't stop him at all!"

Dark Soul bit his lip, having no choice but to retreat and wait for orders.

"Haha!" Suddenly, a strange woman's laughter was heard. The cold queen's eyes darkened, and she immediately stood up and stood in front of the cold emperor's bed, shouting in a cold voice, "Who is playing tricks over there? Come out quickly!"

"Hehehe!" The woman's strange laughter was clearer, as if she was right next to him, but Han Hou couldn't see anyone.

"Who is it!" Dark Soul drew out his sword and shouted, "There is an assassin! Protect the Emperor and the Empress!"

But the only response he got was that strange giggle. The guards and secret guards who had been patrolling outside just now were now silent...

Anhun cried out inwardly that something was wrong and stood in front of Hanhou with his sword. Then he saw that the window that had been tightly closed in winter opened in an instant, and a graceful white shadow whizzed in through the window.

He looked again and saw a woman in white sitting at the desk in front of him. Her face was covered with the white shirt, revealing only a pair of cold eyes that flashed with bloodthirsty light.

"Who... who are you? How dare you break into the emperor's bedroom?"

Queen Han knew that the person who came had ill intentions, but now all the guards outside the palace were under her control. She and Anhun might not be a match for this woman, so they could only delay time. She hoped that a guard would notice something unusual here and come to rescue her!

"You are wrong!" The woman said quietly, her eyes emitting coldness. "I am not here to simply break into the palace. I am here to take this man's life!"

Han Hou took a breath and said, "You..."

The Dark Soul pounced forward, but after just ten simple rounds, the Dark Soul fell to the ground silently.

The woman in white approached Queen Han step by step.

Grabbing a cold sword and holding it across his chest, the Queen said coldly, "Don't come over here, don't come over here, otherwise..."

The woman in white stopped and coldly glanced at the withered old man lying on the bed, sneering, "I didn't expect that you could still be so infatuated even though you are in the royal family?

Have you forgotten that the man you protected with your life was made into this state by another woman? He even ordered the killing of your only son. You are still protecting him like this, what a fool! "

Queen Han paused, her hand holding the cold sword trembling, but she still looked back at the man on the bed, "A day of marriage means a hundred days of grace. Even if he has a thousand faults, he is still my Chen'er's father after all!"

The woman sneered, "You are so pedantic. You said that his orders are invalid? Now I don't want to kill you. It's not bad to keep you alive and watch your son die at the hands of the man you love. It's not bad to watch you regret it!"

"You... who are you? What kind of grudge do I have against you? How could you be so vicious and treat me like this?" Han Hou's voice trembled and he looked at the woman in fear.

"There is no grudge. I just can't stand pedantic women like you. I want you to wake up!" The woman said, and with a wave of her slender arm, a cold sword immediately fell into her hand from her sleeve, and she stabbed fiercely at the man on the bed.

The Queen of Cold screamed. Although she wanted to stop him, she was weak due to years of illness. How could she match the speed of a woman? Seeing that the cold sword was about to pierce the throat of the Emperor of Cold...

"Jie Xiang, stop!" Suddenly, a woman's arrogant shout was heard, and at the same time, the tip of the sword that the woman in white was stabbing at Emperor Han was deflected by a sharp knife and only stabbed Emperor Han's shoulder.

The old man lying on the bed seemed to be in pain and moved a little, but soon fainted again.

The woman in white wanted to attack again with the sword, but a fierce murderous aura swept over from behind her. She had no choice but to put away her sword to protect herself, and turned around to use the cold sword to meet the attack from the woman behind her.

"Jie Xiang, what on earth are you so crazy about? Do you really want to provoke a war among the five nations?" Shui Yao's eyes darkened, and she shouted delicately but coldly, the hidden weapon wrapped in red silk was entangled with Jie Xiang's cold sword.

Seeing that his identity was exposed, Ji Xiang stopped hiding and laughed coldly, "What are you doing here? Don't forget that you are the Saint of Louxi Country. Shouldn't you be on the battlefield and fighting against Nanyue at this moment? Why are you running here?"

"It's you!" Shui Yao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't expect that this Ji Xiang was so clever that he made a mistake and confessed without being asked. This is very good!

Ji Xiang was stunned. She didn't expect that Lan Shuiyao was actually trying to trick her. Her eyes suddenly darkened. When she saw Leng Yichen following closely behind her, she suddenly understood something and became murderous. "Lan Shuiyao, if that's the case, today is your death anniversary. None of you will be able to leave this palace alive!"

As Ji Xiang was speaking, the cold sword's attack became more and more fierce. Leng Yichen also drew his cold sword to help Shui Yao, but under the fierce attack of the woman, both of them had a hard time working together.

"Jie Xiang, you are so arrogant!" I don't know when another figure appeared in the room. The man was standing lazily and calmly with his hands behind his back. He had beautiful martial arts, a gloomy aura, and a pair of eyes full of ruthlessness.

Ji Xiang was stunned. She didn't expect Yue Nanchen had also come. She was a little slow and was seized by Shui Yao's hidden weapon. With a "swish", the veil was blown off, revealing a face that was middle-aged but still charming.

After witnessing Yue Nanchen's ruthless first sword, Ji Xiang felt a little uneasy. Then, seeing him slowly draw out the soft sword, she slipped and quickly retreated.

Yue Nanchen let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, put away the soft sword, slowly walked towards Shui Yao, and smiled softly, "Why are you not sleeping at night? What are you busy with? It took your husband a long time to look for you. I wonder if your husband can't sleep without your wife as a pillow?"

Shui Yao's eyes darkened, knowing that he said this on purpose. Just as she was thinking of exposing him and making fun of him, she saw him suddenly lean his head against her chest and whispered,

"My dear, we have come all the way here so tired that my feet are sore. And the two holes on my buttocks seem to be cracked again, my husband."

Shui Yao was stunned. When she heard him cry out in pain, she suddenly remembered how brave she was that night. She couldn't help but feel a little weak in her heart. She could only let him mutter like that and couldn't refute him!

Leng Yichen looked at the two people hugging each other with an unpleasant look, then he calmed down and walked forward, only to see Queen Han holding Emperor Han hiding in the corner.

"Chen'er, you're really back?" Queen Han shouted in surprise, and walked forward to hold Leng Yichen's arm tightly.

Leng Yichen nodded, patted Queen Han's hand, and whispered, "Mother, the child is fine. I'm sorry to have worried you!"

The Queen of Han just cried but couldn't speak.

Over there, Shui Yao finally pushed the octopus-like Yue Nanchen away, stepped forward to check on Han Di's body, and whispered, "The flesh wound on his shoulder is not a big deal, but his body has been exposed to the fragrance for too long, and his body functions have aged. It may be impossible for him to recover. I can only try my best to wake him up, but as for how long he can live, I can't guarantee it!"

Leng Yichen turned around abruptly, grabbed Shui Yao's hand tightly and said, "I believe in your medical skills. Please do your best to save my father. I will agree to any conditions you put forward!"

Shui Yao was delighted, knowing that Leng Yichen had agreed to the conditions of surrender, so she nodded and went forward to treat Emperor Han.

Yue Nanchen looked at Leng Yichen coldly, frowning unhappily, and thought to himself, "This kid still refuses to give up. If it weren't for Yao'er's sake, I would definitely chop off one of your hands!"

Feeling the piercing gaze on his back, Leng Yichen slowly turned his head and gave Yue Nanchen a charming smile, which made Yue Nanchen tremble with anger both physically and mentally.

The guards were lying on the ground. Leng Yichen went forward to feel them. Fortunately, they were all drugged and still alive. So he walked into the pavilion, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and whispered, "Yuen Nanchen, you win!"