My life is now in your hands! Come out now!"
Before he could be sure that the Murong Mansion's private army had been completely annihilated, he had to teach these 17 people a lesson. With such laxity, how could he dare to entrust them with tasks in the future? How could he dare to rely on them?
But after he finished shouting, all around him became quiet.
Murong Qingyun's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of panic surged into his heart.
"Someone come here!" Murong Qingyun shouted again, but the only answer he got was the chirping of birds outside the door.
Murong Qingyun quickly rushed to the door and searched the places where the secret guards usually hibernated. After not finding any bodies, he came to a conclusion that felt unreal:
His secret guards...his only 17 remaining secret guards, ran away!
"What's wrong?"
After hearing Murong Qingyun's roar, Murong Yan rushed out of the secret room and saw the empty old house.
After spotting a piece of paper with handwriting on it, Murong Yan immediately rushed over to pick it up and read it. It read:
Young Master, we're leaving. Don't blame us for being ungrateful. The Murong family is finished, and following you is useless. However, our master has been kind to us, and we are not ungrateful. We will never betray him. We will go to Fengling Pass to verify the matter for you. Whether the private army still exists or not, we will not return. Please take care.
In just a few words, it was all that needed to be said. From this moment on, Murong Qingyun and Murong Yan were left without any troops.
Murong Qingyun sat down on a chair beside him with a thud, and his whole body seemed to be drained away.
How long has it been? Just over a month...
His father was captured, his mother imprisoned, his greatest enemy became emperor, his beloved woman became empress, his 100,000-strong private army was surrounded, his 430,000-strong private army was wiped out, 100 cannons and over 6,000 bombs were destroyed, he himself was poisoned and seriously injured, and of his 30 loyalists, 13 died and 17 passed away...
"Murong Qingyun, they took away all the remaining banknotes we had!"
Soon after reading the letter, Murong Yan rushed to the inner room to check the banknotes in the secret compartment, and then a loud roar was heard.
After the roar, Murong Qingyun's face in the hall flushed, and then he spat out three mouthfuls of blood in succession.
After vomiting blood, his entire face turned as pale as a ghost. It was eerie and terrifying.
No money left!
Apart from some small change in their clothes, they had no more banknotes.
In other words, not only have they lost their subordinates and their army, they are now having trouble even getting food.
Without money, does he have to rob or steal in order to make a living?
Murong Qingyun, who had lived a life of immense pride, still felt like she was dreaming, a nightmare from which she could never wake up...
"where did you go?"
Seeing Murong Yan was about to go out, Murong Qingyun immediately asked.
At this moment, he felt like a child who had fallen into the water. Murong Yan instantly became his greatest support in life.
"Of course I'm going to find Murong Xue. Otherwise, why would I just sit here and wait to die?"
"Let's go." Murong Qingyun quickly stood up and followed Murong Yan, going out one after the other and lurking in the direction of Prince Rui's Mansion.
It was the time when the sun was rising and officials were attending court.
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