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Yangxin Hall, the emperor's bedroom.

Zhao Wujiang had thousands of thoughts in his mind.

Who is the servant in blue? The sword that stabbed me at the city gate obviously didn't use all his strength. He is so young now and has such a level of cultivation?

He attacked me as soon as we met. Is he a subordinate of the Faceless Man? A member of the Qianlong Cult?

It is basically certain that King Xiaoyao has an affair with the Qianlong Sect. What position does King Xiaoyao hold in the Qianlong Sect?

Leader? Elder? What is the relationship between King Xiaoyao and the Faceless Man?

Zhao Wujiang kept rubbing his fingers, his eyes brightened slightly. Since Hubu Shangshu is a subordinate of King Xiaoyao, then Hubu Shangshu should have some information, right?

Go to trial...Zhao Wujiang tapped his fingers on the table to signal, calling Jia Ersan to go with him to the Ministry of Punishments of Shangshu Province.

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Kyoto, west and north of the city.

The residence where King Xiaoyao died.

study.

Two protectors were kneeling in front of King Xiaoyao, one was Anping in blue shirt, and the other was Xijie in red dress.

Xi Le just rushed back to Kyoto and came back with a lot of news.

Anping buried his head low. He failed to intercept Zhao Wujiang today, which made him feel ashamed of his master's guidance. He was worried that his master would be angry because of this.

"My lord, there is news from southern Xinjiang. Three days ago, there was a fierce conflict between the southern border of Daxia and southern Xinjiang. They met each other." Xi Le knelt down on one knee. She cast a sidelong glance at Anping, who was kneeling on his knees. She didn't know what happened.

, she eloquently said:

"Zhennan General Xiao Yuanshan changed his normal behavior and led dozens of his followers to march straight into Southern Xinjiang and broke through three border villages in Southern Xinjiang before being stopped by the elders.

The saint was also injured in this battle..."

Xiaoyao Wang, who was originally Yun Danfengqing, gentle and gentle, holding a book, suddenly frowned:

"Is there any recovery?"

"After treatment, the saint is fine..." Xi Le lowered his eyebrows and nodded, his voice respectful.

"Xiao Yuanshan... I should have killed you in the first place!" King Xiaoyao's eyes were deep and dark, as if they contained years.

He recalled his first meeting with the Saint of Southern Xia at the Tiannanguan Ferry in the southern border of Daxia many years ago. The wind was blowing, the clouds were swaying, and the boat was floating across the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The two were obviously hostile, but they looked at each other and smiled for some reason.

After getting to know each other in just a few days, we fell in love with each other.

After the separation, we never forgot each other until the emperor's brother proposed to raise troops to attack southern Xinjiang to expand the territory...

The past events were as vivid as yesterday. King Xiaoyao's eyes flickered slightly and he said in a deep voice:

"I'm going to the palace..."

"Yes!" Anping and Xixi bowed.

...

After two cups of tea, King Xiaoyao stood in front of the towering city gate, and the guards quickly bowed and saluted him.

He put his hands behind his back and looked up to the heights with a somewhat emotional look on his face. He had not stepped into the palace for many years.

The imperial guard opened the city gate for him, and he stepped onto the palace road step by step, heading into the palace.

King Xiaoyao came to the palace this time to ask for an imperial edict from the empress, an imperial edict naming the Saint of Southern Xinjiang as his concubine. He wanted to obtain an orthodox identity for the Saint!

He will not ask the imperial brother for this imperial edict like he did five years ago. This time, he will ask for it, not to ask, not to beg, but to demand!

...

Anping has arrived at Shangshu Province. He holds the token given by the prince and has an unimpeded journey to the dungeon of the Ministry of Punishment.

He walked down the deep steps step by step and entered the dungeon.

The dungeons house serious criminals in groups of twos and threes.

These felons may not all be heinous people who have committed countless crimes, but they must all be people of high official rank.

Zhang Tuizhi, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, is in the innermost cells. He is a third-rank official in the court. There are not many officials higher than him in Daxia today.

Anping walked step by step into the innermost prison, which was dark, damp, and dark. There were only a few small openings at high places, letting in not much daylight.

He walked to Zhang Tuizhi's cell and said calmly:

"Zhang Tuizhi..."

Zhang Tuizhi, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, was lying on the hay in his cell. When he heard someone calling his name, he looked up slumped, feeling that it was the emperor's people who had come to interrogate him.

When he saw Anping, who was dressed in blue and looked ordinary, he jumped up and hurriedly walked to the cell. He grabbed the cell door tightly with both hands and quickly looked around with his peripheral vision to make sure there was no one else there.

Afterwards, he said excitedly:

"Anhu Fa, are you here to save me?"

"I'll take you away..." An Ping said calmly, with murderous intent spreading in his eyes.

"That's great. Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you, Protector An." Hearing this, the Minister of Hubu was overjoyed. Although he had doubted that the Lord would give up on him, he did not expect that the Lord would send someone to take him away in person.

As long as he leaves this place and changes his appearance, there will naturally be something else for him to do.

Anping shook his head slowly: "You're welcome."

He grabbed Shangshu Hube's neck and lifted him off the ground, using his five fingers to form claws and exerting force.

Shangshu Hube's face turned red and was covered with veins. His eyes were bloodshot and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He kept kicking his feet and tried desperately to open Anping's life-threatening hand with both hands, but he couldn't do it at all. As his face gradually turned purple, saliva slowly flowed out of his mouth.

"Well..."

He finally made a hoarse and small cry for mercy, which was also his last cry in this world.
Chapter completed!