Within half a month, supplements were delivered to the Regent's Palace in a steady stream.

Ying Jingjue almost emptied out all the inventory in the palace.

This level of concern made several ministers who had originally planned with him to strip Lian Shenwei of his power almost think that their Majesty was possessed by the spirit of the late emperor when he was asking for an auspicious day for the harvest.

The incident at Foquan Temple was temporarily suppressed, and many people did not know what happened that night. Only a few well-informed people heard about it.

I don't know who the young marquis has been chasing with his soldiers these days.

The capital city had just been massacred in blood, and it was a time of great turmoil as the new emperor was establishing his authority. During this period, no one in the court dared to disobey Ying Jingjue's orders.

Therefore, even if he left the palace after attending court and moved the place where he handled government affairs to the Regent Palace, there was not much opposition.

Who would dare to take the initiative when the situation is unclear?

"Agu——"

A Zi circled over the Regent's Palace.

The soldiers behind Li Ning were holding down two people covered in blood. Ye Mingqin was beside them. Together they entered the room where Ying Jingjue was temporarily staying in the Regent's Mansion.

"Jing Jue, we caught him, but he almost escaped, thanks to A Zi."

With two bangs, Moda and Ci Lian were thrown to the ground without any mercy.

Both of them had wounds on their faces and necks from being scratched by birds. They had no idea what Li Ningfeng had done to them. Now they were thrown to the ground and couldn't even stand up.

Ying Jingjue sat behind the table, slowly closed the memorial, and raised his dark eyes slightly.

When the little emperor who had been on the throne for a little over a year glanced over, Ci Lian couldn't help but shudder in his heart. Moda, on the other hand, had a dead look in his eyes, and he seemed to have lost his soul the moment he was caught.

He wanted to go back to the royal court, but in the end he never did.

The Saker Falcon's eyes seemed to be glued to them, and they could be found no matter where they hid.

"The Northern Barbarians' fine work."

Ying Jingjue walked up to Moda, raised his foot expressionlessly, and stepped on his face.

Ye Mingqin had already told him about the Luan Qingan incident. How could he not guess that Luan Qingan was most likely really colluding with the enemy rather than being slandered.

How else to explain that the child born to a blind man named Ade, who was often in contact with the Shunchang Earl's Mansion, and a woman from the Central Plains was actually a northern barbarian with heterochromatic eyes?

My uncle took the blame for this matter because he must have considered that there was a war on the border at that time and Li Ningfeng was the commander-in-chief. If his uncle Luan Qingan had improper connections with the Northern Barbarians, once it was confirmed, he would probably not be able to convince the public no matter what.

Moda had been plotting against the Great Sheng Dynasty for more than 30 years, but he had never been stepped on in the face like this before. Yet, he did not get angry, but laughed crazily instead.

Ci Lian had a terrified look on his face, as if he had gone crazy, and he lay on the ground trembling.

Moda said in a vague voice, "This is the Regent's Palace. You are so angry because you know that Lian Shenwei is your uncle, and my plan to destroy him succeeded, right?"

"Lian Shenwei, you died well..."

"What a pity, I didn't see him kneeling to me. He was the regent king, and it was said that even the previous emperor had never kneeled once. The thought of such a man kneeling to the son of his enemy made me ah—"

Ying Jingjue's boot soles were bleeding.

He lowered his head and said calmly, "You really want to go home, don't you?"

Moda paused.

Ying Jingjue moved his feet away, "I will grant your wish."

A hint of cruelty gradually appeared in his eyes. "I will not let you die. I will keep you alive and let you watch how I conquer Beiyi, capture the royal court, and turn Beiyi into the territory of Dasheng."

"On that day, you will go home."

"I will find all your relatives in Beiyi one by one and kill them all in front of you."

Ying Jingjue smiled and said, "What do you say?"

Moda's eyelids twitched violently and he spat out a mouthful of blood: "The Great Sheng Dynasty is weak and it is impossible to defeat the Northern Barbarians."

Ying Jingjue raised his head and looked at Li Ningfeng.

Li Ningfeng clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "This victory can ensure that the border will have three years of rest and recuperation. Within five years, the Northern Barbarians will be destroyed."

Moda sneered.

Ye Mingqin raised a cold smile and said, "I have worked in the Dali Temple, the Imperial Prison, and the Ministry of Justice. I am familiar with the twenty-four extreme punishments of the Great Sheng Dynasty. It's just five years of living a life worse than death. If Your Majesty trusts me, hand this man over to me."

Ying Jingjue said, "I'll give it to you first. If my uncle wakes up and tells me what to do with it, you'll listen to him."

Ye Mingqin nodded: "Yes."

Moda's expression froze for a moment, and when he was dragged out, he suddenly struggled and screamed wildly: "Impossible?!"

"How could Lian Shenwei not be dead? Wake up? He was shot with a poison needle!"

"He can't be okay!"

He could never go back to Beiyi, and the success of his plan to trap Lian Shenwei was his only comfort. At this moment, Qing Piao Piao told him that Lian Shenwei still had time to wake up?!

Moda couldn't accept it.

"He's dead! He must be dead!"

Li Ningfeng: "When you investigated Master, why didn't you find out clearly that Master has a friend who is the heir of the Feng family?"

Moda felt as if someone was strangling his throat, and then let out a meaningless scream.

"Shut his mouth," Ying Jingjue glanced towards Lian Shenwei's bedroom and frowned, "Don't disturb the tranquility here."

Moda was dragged away, leaving only one Mercy.

Ying Jingjue only glanced at him and said, "Deal with him together with Moda."

Ye Mingqin: "I understand."

Everyone in the room left, leaving only the three of them.

Because of the relationship between Lian Shenwei and them, they were not so formal when the three of them were alone.

Ying Jingjue: "Everyone sit down."

Li Ningfeng couldn't help but ask, "How was Master doing during the days I was arresting people?"

Ying Jingjue has been staying here almost all the time, and he looks visibly haggard. Ye Mingqin helps him run between the court and the Regent, but he has not spent as much time here as he has.

“…Not very good.”

Ying Jingjue covered his face deeply.

"He has been having a fever and coughing up blood. Apart from the pain, he has no reaction to any external stimulation. In the past few days, Mr. Feng has snatched people from King Yan no less than ten times."

"Several times, I pressed on his wrist but couldn't feel his pulse..."

When Ying Jingjue said this, there was an undisguised tremor in his voice.

He had been sleeping in Lian Shenwei's room for the past few nights, with a quilt under the bed. Ying Jing was definitely not a light sleeper, but he had developed a habit of waking up at the slightest movement and subconsciously checking Lian Shenwei's breath.

He often stared at the pale and thin young man lying on the bed in a daze.

Either looking at that face, or looking at his hands.

Li Ningfeng and Ye Mingqin were not sure, but he knew how different his uncle looked from when he was a teenager... and how he became so weak.

What on earth does he not know about what happened back then?

Why did the emperor not tell my uncle when he knew his uncle's identity? Instead, he left him an imperial edict. Did he expect this day to come?

Ying Jingjue wrote down all the people Lian Shenwei had killed in the court over the years, but he did not find any connection between these people.

He couldn't get anything out of Eunuch Li, Tiannan and Mingdeng kept their mouths shut, and Mr. Feng researched new medicines every day and stayed by his uncle's side.

It seemed as if everything was buried with the departure of his father.

Ying Jingjue could only desperately search his memory, but all he could find was one picture, which was the man dressed in the clothes of the royal secret guard whom he had seen on the night when Fudu Villa was wiped out.

My uncle was not at the villa that night, so Qiu Cheng took his place on the death list.

From the time he calculated, his uncle was seventeen years old when the villa underwent a dramatic change. At the age of twenty, he appeared in the court as the top scholar and was appointed by his father, the emperor.

Now I’m less than twenty-nine.

During these eight years, Lian Shenwei was almost always in the capital, and Ying Jingjue knew everything he did openly.

But what about the three years between the ages of seventeen and twenty?

He went to do something.

Ying Jingjue told everything he knew, then looked at Li Ningfeng and Ye Mingqin: "Do you know anything else?"

Li Ningfeng actually found out later that his master was not only Ximian, but also Lian Yubai, the second son of Fudu Villa, and also Ying Jingjue's uncle.

He came in contact with his master when he accidentally learned the Fuxue Sword Technique.

The Fuxue Sword Technique was probably something that Master wanted Ying Jingjue to learn, but Jingjue didn't learn it. It was only after he learned it that Master took the initiative to write to him later.

"At the welcoming banquet, I didn't know that the Regent King was my master. I pretended to fall down to test him once..."

As he spoke, Li Ningfeng's expression suddenly turned ugly.

He clearly recalled the day of the welcoming banquet. At that time, he was defeated by his master. He pretended to fall down to feel his pulse, and what he grabbed was... his master's right wrist.

Could the place where the tendons had been cut withstand his pull?

Later, in the letter that Master wrote back to him, there were a few difficult characters to write, and the pen was trembling slightly as he paused. Was it because of his ignorant temptation?

Ye Mingqin: "What's wrong?"

Li Ningfeng: "...It's okay. At that time, we found out that there was no internal energy flowing in Master's meridians. He is just an ordinary person."

"When I was in the mansion before, I didn't see my brother practice martial arts. He just occasionally broke off a few branches and turned them around in his hands," Ye Mingqin recalled. "That is to say, my brother was already unable to fight before he came to the capital."

"But at that time, my brother's health was still good under Mr. Feng's care. It was only after I moved out of the Regent Palace that his condition gradually deteriorated. Especially before the southern tour, I saw my brother once, and he had lost almost all his weight."

That was because of the bleeding of his legs.

Li Ningfeng remained silent.

The room became quiet.

Almost ties everything together.

Bleeding can easily deplete the body, and after damaging his foundation, Lian Shenwei went on a southern tour without a break, encountering several assassination attempts on the way. Later, in front of Nanjing, he used the identity of Ximian to forcibly rescue Ying Jingjue.

No wonder, when facing the killer from the Falling Moon School, he could feel that his uncle was unwilling to take action, and chose to intimidate first.

It was Li Ningfeng who broke the silence, "When Mr. Feng pretended to be Mr. Fu Biao to save me, he called my master's blood the blood of a medicine man."

"I can tell from Mr. Feng's tone that medicine men are lowly beings. In the aristocratic families that pass down medicine, they are like blood donors, living blood animals that are kept as pets."

Mr. Feng often made sarcastic remarks to him.

Thinking about it now, it is very likely that he was using him to express his anger towards his master for bleeding him.

If he had a choice, Li Ning Feng Ning would rather not have these legs, and he also didn't want such a lowly word to be associated with his master.

It is very difficult to train a powerful medicine man, who can suppress his leg injury and even ignore the poison in his blood this time. What level of skill does it take?

Refining.

These two words rolled back and forth between his teeth, giving him an indescribable chill and misery.

Ye Mingqin: "I've heard you say that after the disaster at Fudu Villa, your brother, under the identity of Ximian, killed almost all of the members of the Falling Moon School. The killers in the Falling Moon School were vicious and hard to guard against. Was that when your brother was injured?"

There is no answer.

They only know a small part.

Dudududu.

Ah Zi pecked a big hole in the window, as if he was curious about why the doors and windows of the room were so tightly closed. He tilted his head and looked at the three of them. When he saw that nothing was wrong, he flew away again.

Tiannan happened to pass by with a tray and glanced inside inadvertently.

He happened to meet three pairs of dark eyes looking at him.

Next second.

Bang!

The window suddenly opened, and a pair of large hands pulled him in through the window.

Tiannan: “……?”