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Upon hearing this, He Yunxiao honestly felt a desire to meet the Yan Emperor.
It was just a simple meeting; He Yunxiao didn't like the old man.
Smell.
Why does the air smell sour?
Looking back, Mengbao pouted in anger.
"Mengbao?"
Meng Qingqian scoffed, "What? You're interested in the Emperor of Yan?"
He Yunxiao quickly hugged his Mengbao and kissed her forehead hard. "No, no matter what the Emperor Yan is like, he can't smell as sweet as my Mengbao. Mengbao, why are you jealous of an old man?"
Meng Qingqian would never admit that she was jealous.
"Hmph, that Yan Emperor is the most hypocritical and shameless person. Look at how righteous he speaks, do you know who those martial artists who came to kill my cousin day and night are?"
Who is it?
"The vast majority were young martial artists from the Qi and Yan kingdoms who had been deceived by him. There were also some elderly martial artists whom the Yan emperor did not want."
He Yunxiao said, "Han Wenxin doesn't know any of this. I think he's about to surrender."
Meng Qingqian snorted coldly, revealing her ruthless side to He Yunxiao for the first time.
"If he dares to betray Qi and defect to Yan, I will cut him into a thousand pieces!"
He Yunxiao hugged his Mengbao tightly. This Li Qingmeng, or Meng Qingqian, seemed a little unfamiliar to him.
However, to everyone's surprise, Han Wenxin did not surrender, but suddenly stood up and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Jiang Wenhu, you really have a good way of speaking, you're quite different from back then."
"Old Han?"
"Do you know why the late Emperor, before his passing, entrusted me with the responsibility of governing the country alongside the Empress Dowager? It was because I am utterly loyal, and the Empress Dowager is honest and straightforward. Our cooperation would be flawless, and the Qi Kingdom's imperial power would be as secure as a mountain. Let me tell you the truth, Princess Xiaoyue is not dead at all. Moreover, she is still plotting against your Yan Kingdom's army."
"The Marquis of Wuqing's 120,000 elite troops have already set off, and the Weijing Army's northern and southern divisions, each with 80,000 troops, are also on their way. These two forces, totaling nearly 300,000 men, will likely arrive in Yinjing before your Yan army. It is true that your cavalry ambushed and killed my 200,000 Qi troops, but you also lost the best opportunity to besiege the city."
Jiang Wenhu frowned deeply.
Han Wenxin laughed and said, "Wenhu, do you know what Princess Xiaoyue is missing right now?"
"What?"
"She is missing a dead left prime minister."
Han Wenxin flipped his thin hand, and a dagger slid from his sleeve, appearing in his hand. The current Left Chancellor of Qi, holding the dagger, did not hesitate to slash it towards his own neck.
Jiang Wuqi reacted swiftly, immediately standing up and using his ninth-rank skill to instantly grab Han Wenxin's dagger.
"Uncle Han! Don't be impulsive."
Han Wenxin continued with a smile, "After my death, there will be no force in the Qi court that can check Your Highness. From then on, all officials will be loyal and united against the Yan rebels. How could we possibly lose?"
Han Wenxin's aura was unmatched for a moment. With his thin body, he managed to snatch the dagger back from Jiang Wuqi's hand. Then, in front of the two members of the Yan royal family, he committed suicide.
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He Yunxiao and Meng Qingqian hid under the back window of the Prime Minister's study.
With Han Wenxin dead, the officials were won over, and Meng Qingqian, now in control of all power and the true "Empress of Qi," felt no joy whatsoever.
At this moment, she nestled in He Yunxiao's arms like a little girl.
Her rival of many years has finally fallen, and she has gotten what she has always wanted, but why can't she be happy at all?
Her mother was right all along. Han Wenxin had no intention of betraying Qi. On the contrary, he was a warrior willing to die for his country.
The State of Qi has lost another loyal minister.
"He Yunxiao..."
“I’ve always been here.”
"I'm so tired..."
He Yunxiao stroked Meng Qingqian's long hair, "My sweet Mengbao, go to sleep if you're tired. Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Meng Qingqian leaned against the man's chest and slowly closed her eyes.
She fell asleep.
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