Emperor Beili was upset. He shouldn't have let the Eighth Prince leave the palace. Even if he made a fuss, he wouldn't allow him to leave his sight.
"Your Majesty, anyone who can use his inner strength to attack the royal guards is definitely not an ordinary person. It seems that there is some master hidden in Kyoto City." The leader of the guards stood silently behind Emperor Beili.
"Master? How does his internal strength compare to yours?" asked Emperor Beili.
"I can't knock someone unconscious with just internal force." The hidden guards under his command are all top-notch masters. If they want to knock someone unconscious with internal force, their internal force must be at least several times stronger than the opponent's.
Emperor Beili pondered for a moment and asked, "Could it be that the Taoist priest who took away the Eighth Prince and Ye Qianning's body is the same person?"
"I will go and check it myself."
"Okay, we must bring the Eighth Prince back."
"Yes." The leader left.
Emperor Bei Li felt that everything was weird. Ye Qianning's body was taken away, which should not be secretly arranged by Dean Chen. After all, death is the greatest thing, and they could not possibly destroy the child's body like this.
Judging from the current situation of the Zhan family, the Gu family, and the Qian family, it doesn't seem like they are putting on a show. Marquis Xiang Ming has been away from home for many years and has offended many people in the martial arts world, so it is not surprising that he has many enemies.
But if the people who took away the Eighth Prince were the same people as Ye Qianning, and the Eighth Prince could not come back, he would hold Xiang Minghou responsible!
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Ye Qianning sat in the space, scolded the old man a thousand times, took her away in public, and even said that he would use her corpse to make incense?
Old Gu, Master Zhan, Madam Zhan, and Qian Fu were all almost fifty years old. How could they survive such a great shock? Old Gu's mind had not been clear since her death.
Sometimes good, sometimes bad. With the old Taoist's stimulation, Mr. Gu's body...
Ye Qianning stared at the booklet for most of the day, trying to recall how she fell asleep that day. Until late at night, she suddenly heard footsteps and turned around to look.
The old man stumbled over sleepily.
"Finally he got in." Ye Qianning saw who was coming and rushed up like a ghost to attack the old man.
The old Taoist failed to dodge and was pounced on by Ye Qianning, and then he felt pain on his face.
“Oh, stop hitting me, stop hitting me…” The old Taoist protected his face.
Ye Qianning clenched his fists and struck without mercy. Seeing the other party howling, he struck even harder...
“Ouch, it hurts so much… Stop hitting my face…” The old Taoist curled up on the ground, holding his head, howling for mercy: “Little ancestor, spare my life, spare my life…”
Ye Qianning landed a few punches, stood up and kicked a few more times before stopping.
"It hurts so much... Ouch..." The old Taoist shivered.
"Get up." Ye Qianning straightened his clothes and said coldly.
The old Taoist held his head, curled up, and groaned in pain: "Little kid, you are so cruel... You are going to break my old bones."
"Stop pretending."
"Who is pretending? You are right to hit someone."
"There is no need to be reasonable when doing things in a dream." How can you feel pain in a dream? Even if your mind is in a trance, it will not recover in an instant.
"What dream? What dream..." The old Taoist jumped up immediately after hearing this: "You beat me up like this, and you said it was a dream? Who are you trying to fool?"
“…”
Ye Qianning's pupils were a little surprised. The old Taoist's face was bruised and swollen, and the injuries seemed too real: "Isn't it a dream?"
She muttered softly, very confused.
"Dream? Is it a dream, old man, that I could be injured like this?"
Dream? Bullshit!
What dream is so real?
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