Although Murong Qingyun beside her has the same surname as her, Murong, what does that have to do with her?
After traveling through time, she discovered that she was the adopted daughter of the Murong family and had no blood relationship with them. It was just a title.
Murong Xiao believed that someone who loved her as much as Murong Qingyun would definitely handle this "brother-sister" issue with an iron fist and give an explanation to the court officials.
The summer rain stopped as soon as it was supposed to. The dragon chariot had just entered the Meridian Gate when the heavy rain turned into sporadic drizzle.
A breeze blew, bringing with it the strong scent of peonies, and mixed with that scent... the smell of blood!
Even the scent of blood could be smelled in such a strong floral fragrance. Looking at the peonies all over the palace, Murong Xiao's face froze. He suddenly turned his head to look at Murong Qingyun and asked angrily:
"Didn't you promise me not to kill those Royal Guards and Imperial Guards?"
"Don't kill him?" Murong Qingyun turned to look at Murong Xiao and asked seriously, "Then how should we deal with him?"
"You can either persuade them to surrender, or let them return home."
Murong Qingyun sneered and said unhappily, "Do you know how many of his secret guards are mixed in with these imperial guards and imperial guards? If I surrender them or let them go home, it would be like letting the tiger go back to the mountain.
They are all that man's loyal followers. Even if he dies, they will wait for an opportunity to seek revenge. Do you want to watch me get killed by that man?"
"Secret guard?" Murong Xiao also sneered back at him.
"Could his secret guards be so weak that they allowed your soldiers to slaughter them at will in this palace? Murong Qingyun, I don't want to argue with you whether these people who were killed were secret guards. You know it best in your heart.
There are 30,000 Imperial Guards, 20,000 Imperial Guards, and a total of 50,000 Imperial City Guards. If you can recruit them, these 50,000 will be at your disposal. South Vietnamese soldiers are already inferior to those of other nations, and with the nations now fighting openly and covertly, a melee is inevitable.
Not only did you not take the opportunity to expand your army, you actually massacred a full 50,000 people. Do you think that after defeating Qian Yeming, you can rest easy?"
"Don't mention his name in front of me! I have the cannons and bombs that Murong Yan made for me. Who in this world would dare to be my enemy?"
Originally, Murong Qingyun was patiently listening to Murong Xiao's teachings, but when she heard the words "Qian Ye Ming", Murong Qingyun could no longer listen.
He glared at Murong Xiao with red eyes, almost wanting to punch a hole in her heart, and then spoke word by word: "Now I am the emperor, I can kill anyone I want. Not to mention 50,000 soldiers, as long as they are Qian Yeming's men, I will kill even 500,000!"
Seeing Murong Qingyun losing control again, Murong Xiao's heart skipped a beat. He turned his face away without saying another word to him.
Her hand once again touched the bulging belly, and right where she touched, a small foot pressed against it, then slid from one side of the belly to the other. Immediately, the entire belly undulated for a while, and finally returned to calm.
Murong Xiao took another deep breath and suppressed the surging anger and disgust towards Murong Qingyun.
This man was spoiled by his father and mother. Although he won the throne, he was completely unqualified to be an emperor. At the beginning, she repeatedly opposed Murong Yan making a bomb for Murong Qingyun, but Murong Yan did not listen to her, and Murong Qingyun did not listen to her either.
In this age of cold weapons, using artillery shells and explosives was like dropping nuclear weapons on someone else's territory in modern times. She could almost see the tragic end of him, his country and family ruined, his friends and relatives deserted, and the condemnation of the people.
But no matter what, he was the father of the child in her belly. Moreover, his uncontrollable anger was more or less related to her.
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