Even after the emperor is killed, he can lead his troops into the palace.
"Brother Yu..."
Just as Murong Qingyu was thinking about Xia Muwan's purpose, the woman had already climbed onto his neck and started to stir up trouble on his face, neck, and body.
Originally, he no longer had any interest in this dirty woman, but strangely, after feeling Xia Muwan's enthusiasm, his body was aroused by a strange evil fire.
Murong Qingyu was puzzled: Could it be that because separation was imminent, this abrupt feeling arose?
Although he really didn't want to touch the woman Qian Yeying had touched, the evil fire in his body was getting stronger and stronger, so strong that he couldn't suppress it even if he used his internal strength.
During the struggle, the fire burned more and more fiercely, and his mind became more and more unclear.
"Wan'er, I can't... I can't go on! This... This is wrong! Hurry... Hurry and go away... Go away!"
"Brother Yu, I...I love you too!"
At this moment, Xia Muwan couldn't hear what Murong Qingyu was saying at all. She instinctively thought that he was saying what she wanted to hear most, so she twisted her body even harder.
Although Xia Muwan was already 37 years old, her well-maintained life in the palace made her look at least ten years younger. Her snake-like body twisted wildly, making Murong Qingyu lose the last bit of his sanity and consciousness.
As time went by, the whole house became ambiguous and charming.
At this moment, the door was slowly pushed open.
Feeling the door being pushed open, he picked up a pillow and threw it out in anger.
"Get out, who let you in?"
The moment the thing was thrown, Murong Qingyu shuddered suddenly.
In Marshal Murong's mansion, who dared to walk in and disturb him without his permission? Even if someone dared to disturb him, why didn't Jing stop them?
His heart sank suddenly, and Murong Qingyu turned his gaze towards the door without even having time to put on his clothes. The sight of him instantly frightened him so much that his heart almost exploded.
At this moment, Jing was standing quietly at the door, with the silver mask still on his face. Only his disdainful look could tell that this person who had been by his side for more than ten years, the only subordinate he completely trusted, was actually a spy lurking by his side.
Beside him, Emperor Dezheng Qian Yeying, Crown Prince Qian Yeming, and Murong Xiao, the woman who had ruined his entire plan, were just looking at him leisurely.
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