Chapter 543 Are You the Dad Who Performs the Ceremony?

There was no need for Zhu Qian to lead his men into the center of the chaos; Prince Xin's army had already shown its dominance.

Jiang Silin was not arrogant, but the several waves of people he sent to the border all reported back the news that "Emperor Mingze was missing in Beiming" -

He didn't believe that several groups of subordinates who were unaware of each other's existence could rebel at the same time, so he believed the news, which was a surprise to him.

He confidently divided his men into several teams, intending to completely control Jiang Yanchuan's harem. The strength of the soldiers who attacked Chongyun Palace was inevitably dispersed. Now that there was a traitor mixed in, the morale of the army was broken...

The moment the thunderous sound of the soldiers' charge rang out, half of Prince Xin's army couldn't help but tremble for a moment.

Jiang Silin picked up the sword and wiped the blood off his sleeve. He stared at Jiang Yanchuan opposite him with sinister eyes. The moving figures and noise around him seemed to stop at this moment, and Jiang Yanchuan was the only one left in the world.

After a while, the two of them seized the opportunity almost at the same time, tapped the ground with their toes, and the next moment, two figures raised their swords and attacked each other at an extremely fast speed!

After a crisp "clang" sound, two figures, one black and one silver, quickly fled in different directions and turned to confront each other.

Pan Jifeng's heart jumped to his throat, his eyes fixed on the black figure, and the words "Your Highness..." came out of his mouth, but just halfway through, he suddenly screamed -

"ah!!"

There was a sharp pain in the right arm.

Pan Jifeng turned around suddenly and happened to see a piece of arm being thrown away in a circular trajectory. A long knife was held in the hand. Bright red, thick blood was spurting in the air like rain, splashing all over him.

Pan Jifeng was numb from the pain, and stared at the arm with a blank expression for a long time. Finally, amid the shouts of "Master Pan!!" from his colleagues, he belatedly reacted.

That's his arm!!

He looked at his open arm with horror and screamed heartbreakingly.

"My hand! My hand!!"

Pan Jifeng stumbled towards the arm, and just after taking two steps, he felt another sharp pain rising from his vest and quickly rising to his head.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed completely.

After the slightly bloated body fell to the ground with a bang, Zhu Qian, who was standing behind it, finally revealed his resolute face, which looked even more terrifying because of the blood on his face.

The rebel ministers who were watching from a distance began to tremble uncontrollably.

Zhu Qian glanced coldly at Pan Jifeng who was wailing non-stop, and then, as if he was passing by some garbage blocking the way, he stepped over the other person's body and walked slowly towards the direction of the other rebels.

The screams spread rapidly from Zhu Qian to every corner of Chongyun Palace.

However, before he could run far, he was cut down by a soldier who had rushed to the nearby area.

Cries of pain, cries for mercy, cries for help...

All these noises mixed with the chaotic sounds of hacking and killing all around, and were carried to Jiang Silin's ears by the cool breeze stained with the smell of blood, but he turned a deaf ear to them and even frowned in annoyance.

Jiang Yanchuan showed no expression at all. He waited calmly for Jiang Silin to calm down and look at him: "Don't care?"

"Heh." Jiang Silin sneered and made a sword flower, "Just an ant."

Jiang Yanchuan nodded: "That's right."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them rushed towards each other tacitly!

When they passed each other, both of them used several moves with all their strength, but neither of them could hurt the other at all.

After standing still, Jiang Silin's expression became completely gloomy, with a hint of annoyance between his brows.

Jiang Yanchuan has been busy with government affairs in recent years and has not had much time to practice martial arts, but he has been working hard for the past few years to prepare for occasions like today... There is no reason why the two of them can be evenly matched.

Jiang Silin secretly tempered his temper in his heart, tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand, and gathered strength with his toes -

"...Daddy?"

Jiang Silin paused.

child?

A little kid calling "Daddy"?

How could a child who was calling "Daddy" appear in such a situation?!

He turned around subconsciously and met a pair of somewhat familiar eyes.

Guan Zhili stood awkwardly in the open space that Wu Leyong had cleared for him. The moment he met Jiang Silin's eyes, his eyes lit up slightly and he called out again, "Daddy!"

Jiang Silin narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up and down at the young man who suddenly appeared with an inquiring look, and then, he was suddenly stunned.

He remembered!

He remembered why he felt that pair of eyebrows and eyes were familiar!

This child was clearly carved out of Qiu Suxin's mold!!

"you……"

He was almost unable to continue after saying one word.

The tremor in the voice seemed to spread throughout the body. Before Jiang Silin confirmed the other party's identity, he already had a vague guess in his heart.

"Where are you from..."

Guan Zhili did not wait for the other party to finish speaking, and hurriedly answered the question: "Beiming! Zhili followed His Majesty back from Beiming!!"

Jiang Silin was silent for a moment, and then repeated, as if he was not sure: "...Beiming?"

"Yes!" Guan Zhili nodded heavily, his eyes expectant, "His Majesty said that Prince Xin is my father, and I saw that they all called you Prince Xin, so..."

He stepped forward and asked, "Are you the father who presides over the ceremony?"

Jiang Silin froze in place.

The gloomy expression disappeared in an instant, and Jiang Silin's face showed a rare look of confusion.

He kept telling himself in his heart that this must be Jiang Yanchuan's trick. The cold-blooded emperor must have noticed his thoughts a long time ago, so he found such a child who was full of his and Qiu Suxin's shadow, trying to distract his attention and break his defense.

But when he came back to his senses from such thoughts, he found that he had squatted down unconsciously, facing the young man who suddenly appeared here, and said softly: "Are you calling the deacon?"

Not a very nice name.

This name was quite different from the one he had given to his biological son whom he had never met during this period of time. However, the moment he saw the child, he felt that this name was very suitable for the little boy in front of him.

He involuntarily stretched out his hands: "Come here, my king."

The light in Guan Zhili's eyes became brighter.

He hesitated for only a moment before he ran towards his father with a determined look and rushed straight into his arms: "Are you really the father who officiated the ceremony?!"

Jiang Silin unconsciously rubbed the boy's head twice: "I--ah!!"