The person who said this was none other than Leng Zi'an, the Prince of Zhennan. He was wearing a maroon battle robe, holding an exquisite sword, his face full of anger, his eyes flashing with uncontrollable rage, and he was striding past the main door of the imperial study, walking towards this side aggressively.
Seeing him coming, the emperor's face was tense. He turned around, shaking his sleeves, and sat back behind the dragon table. Compared with just now, his expression became extremely solemn.
Leng Zi'an walked straight to the emperor and stood still. He glanced at Luo Lan with a cold and harsh look in his eyes. He then twirled the sword in his hand and raised it across his chest without any salute, roaring angrily:
"Leng Zijin, I never thought I'd tolerate you for twenty years, and I'd avoided you for twenty years, but in the end you still wouldn't let me go. Tell me, from the time Xiaozhi got into trouble until now, was this all a setup by you? You're truly cruel."
“Bold.”
When the emperor heard him calling his name, he was immediately furious. He slammed the dragon table in front of him, pointed at him, and roared in a trembling voice:
"Leng Zi'an, how can you casually pronounce my name? And you actually dared to come to my imperial study with a sword. Don't you know that this is a taboo in the palace? Are you planning a rebellion?"
Leng Zian didn't flinch at the emperor's questioning. Instead, he raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the emperor without hesitation. He gritted his teeth and spoke hatefully, word by word:
"So what if I rebel? My son is dead, and I, Leng Zi'an, have nothing left to live for. It's better to end it sooner rather than later and avenge my son, so that you guys won't make a fool of me."
He looked extremely terrifying, like a roaring tiger, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire, making people afraid to approach him.
His words made Luo Lan feel the blood rushing to his head. This life-and-death battle between brothers seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.
The emperor's face was already livid with anger. He pointed at Leng Zian with a red face and glared, saying:
"You...are really unreasonable. Someone come here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Zian raised his hand and said without hesitation:
"Hahaha, it's nighttime now, who do you want to call? I've already controlled everyone around your imperial study. Leng Yu has been sent away by me. Don't expect anyone to come and rescue you. Tell me straight out loud, why are you doing this to me? Twenty years have passed, and you've already secured your throne. Why are you still doing this to me? Why are you still trying to harm my son?"
His change was very quick, and now in his heart, he seemed to have determined that Xiaozhi's injury was planned by the emperor.
When the emperor heard these words, he trembled all over, his face was as pale as paper, and his teeth were chattering. He pointed at him and shouted at him angrily:
"Leng Zian, you are trying to rebel. Do you think that my palace can be controlled by just a few thousand of your guards? You are so self-righteous."
At this point, his face darkened and he clapped his hands twice. As soon as the applause ended, a group of palace guards dressed in imperial uniforms rushed out from all over the imperial study. Some of them stood in front of the emperor, and because Luo Lan and Leng Zian were close to each other, the other group directly surrounded Leng Zian and Luo Lan.
Liu Wei and Daming Xiaobai, holding long swords, pointed their swords directly at Leng Zian, with murderous eyes.
Seeing this scene, Luo Lan, who was standing aside, was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. This was no child's joke. The scene before him was a matter of life and death.
Although he was surrounded, Leng Zian did not show any fear. A trace of sadness and despair flashed in his eyes.
He still did not put down the long sword in his hand, but raised it above his head, turned his head to look at Luo Lan, gnashed his teeth and snorted coldly:
"Shui Luolan, you've fooled me, Leng Zian, so even if I die, I'll take you with me."
Before he finished speaking, he flashed behind Luo Lan, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed and placed directly on Luo Lan's neck.
A cold feeling instantly covered Luo Lan's body. She didn't expect Leng Zian to be so impatient that he was unwilling to wait even for a day.
"Uncle, why are you doing this? I told you that you can see Xiaozhi tomorrow, why don't you wait one more day?"
"snort!"
Leng Zian's voice rang in her ears, and his voice was so cold that it could bring people into an ice cave.
"Shui Luolan, if I hadn't sent someone to keep an eye on you, you and Leng Zijin's scheme would have succeeded. I checked after you left, and in that room you'd been guarding for nine days, there was no trace of Xiaozhi. Yet you're still pretending to be okay. I know my son has already passed away, and I'm still fantasizing that you can heal him. I'm so naive."
Having said that, he turned the long sword in his hand and brought it closer to Luo Lan's neck. The sharp blade seemed to be able to cut Luo Lan's snow-white neck and make it bleed at any time.
Luo Lan calmed his expression, swallowed secretly, and tried his best to keep his mind calm and his body steady.
The long sword was placed before her eyes. Feeling the coldness of the sword, she would be lying if she said she wasn't afraid. Thinking that she could be killed at any moment, her brows turned and she slowly spoke:
"Uncle, I said I would let you see Xiaozhi tomorrow, and I will definitely let you see him. If I don't let you see him tomorrow, I will come to you with my head."
"snort!"
Leng Zian's voice suddenly became sharp, the desire to avenge his son condensed at his fingertips, and a trace of cold tears flashed across the corner of his eyes, disappearing in a flash.
He tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand and roared again:
"Still trying to deceive me? I'm afraid that before tomorrow, I will fall into your trap and die with my son. In that case, why don't I avenge him first and then go to accompany him."
"Leng Zian..."
The emperor on the throne saw this scene and suddenly raised his hand to stop him, "Don't be confused, you misunderstood. I never thought of killing you. Xiaozhi's incident was purely accidental. Yu'er is already investigating and will soon find out the truth. It's not too late for you to stop now."
"Stop?"
Leng Zian's brows rose directly, the violent look in his eyes seeped out of his eye sockets, a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he said coldly:
"I can't stop. My son is dead, and I, Leng Zian, have no descendants. If I can't avenge him in this lifetime, I'd rather die than live."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold look like a sword flashed in his eyes, and his hand also turned at this time. As long as he exerted a little force, the long sword would go straight into Luo Lan's carotid artery. Even Luo Lan, who was a skilled doctor, knew deeply that once a person's artery was cut, he would bleed to death if he did not receive timely treatment.
But at this time Leng Zian could no longer listen to any of her explanations. He didn't know that Xiaozhi was in her operating room. He only saw that the room was empty. He had already guessed that Xiaozhi had met with an accident. How could he not be anxious?
"Shui Luolan, go to hell!"
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