Bailiyi gritted his teeth, pursed his thin lips tightly and said nothing. He just turned around and sighed, "Ha! It seems there is no way to stop it."

Marshal of the army?

In his memory, the only person in the sky who had been bestowed with such an honor was Yunyong's grandfather, the founding general.

How could my father give such a high title to someone so easily? This is the highest title that can command the entire army.

It must be Li Yunqing who is causing trouble in secret, so did she go there voluntarily this time?

What on earth did she want to do before she was willing to come?

Bailiyi waved his hand, rather helplessly, "You can retreat."

"Yes." Fengzhi replied respectfully, clasping his fists, thinking that the imperial concubine might be able to resolve the crisis in this city.

Fengzhi turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He groaned and fell to the ground, making a heavy sound.

Bailiyi turned around immediately when he heard the noise and squatted down, "What's going on?"

But the man groaning in pain didn't say anything, but it was very painful to curl up his body. An invisible miasma enveloped his whole body, entangled his mind, and seemed to have strangled his heart, making it impossible to breathe.

Seeing that Fengzhi seemed to be in pain, Bailiyi stood up immediately and said in shock: "Wait a minute, I'll call the military doctor."

But just as he turned around to leave, he felt a pain in his chest.

He stopped in astonishment and looked down in disbelief at the cold sword that was buried in his chest, with scarlet blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

Baili Yi turned around, and the back of the knife reflected a pair of murderous eyes, like wild beasts in the night, choosing people to devour.

"Fengzhi, you..." His eyes were full of surprise.

He couldn't believe that his subordinates who had always been loyal to him would suddenly turn their swords against him, but the fact was already before his eyes.

Fengzhi's eyes were filled with blood-red light, and he seemed unable to see or hear the doubts of the person in front of him. He just twitched his hand and pulled out the sword again.

At this time, the miasma gradually receded, and the dark shadow that shrouded the mind gradually disappeared.

When Fengzhi regained consciousness, what he saw was a tragic scene, with blood all over the ground, and the owner of that blood was Bai Liyi...

He panicked and prepared to help the man who was about to fall to the ground, but found that the sword in his hand was still dripping with blood.

"What, what's going on?" Fengzhi held the sword in astonishment, trembling slightly. What on earth happened?

"Why are you doing this..." Bailiyi asked through gritted teeth, his eyes sharp.

The blood in his chest couldn't stop pouring out, but he didn't notice it and just stared at the person in front of him calmly.

"Your Highness, it's not me..." Feng Zhi wanted to explain, but his head suddenly hurt, and the memories just now flooded into his mind.

He covered his head in horror, his expressionless face now leaping into bursts of disbelief, "Me, me, why?"

Why is he doing this?

But just now it seemed like something was covering his heart, and his body was out of control...

He doesn't know and doesn't understand!

Before he could figure out the reason, Yun Yong walked in from outside the door, "Your Highness..."

But what he saw when he stepped through the door was a different scene. He was horrified. He immediately rushed forward, lifted his robe, squatted down, supported the unconscious man, and shouted hurriedly: "Your Highness, Your Highness??”

But the person whose chest was pierced was unable to reply.
Chapter completed!