Xuanyuan Qingtian looked at the man in black, the seventh prince Xuanyuan Yiyu, without blinking an eye. There was no doubt, only certainty, an affirmation that could not be refuted by him.
Not only from his method of using the whip, but also from his evasive eyes, those familiar eyes, that familiar voice, and that familiar figure, he could be sure of everything.
Xuanyuan Qingtian looked at Xuanyuan Yiyu who was avoiding his gaze and gave calm orders.
"You come to me tonight and tell me clearly what happened this time."
He no longer cared whether Xuanyuan Yiyu agreed or not, and was not afraid that he would not go find him tonight, so he waved to the guards to let him leave. The guards immediately obeyed and stepped aside to make way for him to come out.
Xuanyuan Yiyu looked deeply at Xuanyuan Qingtian. There was deep pain in his eyes, but there was also a touch of determination. He gritted his teeth and said something coldly before flying away.
"I have no regrets about what I did today."
Uh, what do you mean? Xuanyuan Qingtian raised his eyebrows, and a deep thought passed through his eyes. It seemed that he had been neglecting this seventh brother for a while. He wanted to have a good communication with him tonight. Xuanyuan Qingtian frowned at the thought of this.
He frowned and his expression became serious.
"Your Majesty, should we go to the other courtyard? This is relatively close to the other courtyard and is convenient for taking care of the princess."
One of the guards looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian frowning and looking at Duanmu Minya in his arms, thinking that the prince was worried about the princess, so he suggested.
"Well, leave one person to wait for Dr. Song."
Xuanyuan Qingtian nodded without objection and immediately carefully hugged Duanmu Minya and left with the guard. Another guard stayed behind to wait for Song Yichen.
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The night fell, and only a few sparse stars twinkled in the gray sky.
The slightly cold night wind blows, the branches and leaves are swaying, and the shadows of the trees are dancing and shadowy. A body that blends in with the night has its hands behind its back and its head is looking up at the cold moonlight above, motionless.
The night wind blew the black hair behind his shoulders, and the black hair swayed like an elf jumping in the night sky.
Suddenly he turned around, looked at the high wall coldly, frowned and said coldly.
"Come down when you're here, come and sit over where we went."
After speaking, regardless of whether the man heard it or not, he slowly walked aside. There was a pot of wine and several side dishes placed on a stone table beside him. One of the wine glasses was only half full, as if he had been drinking just now.
He sat down, picked up the wine flask, filled another empty wine glass with wine, and then filled his own glass.
He picked up the glass and drank the wine in one gulp.
Before he put down his glass, a figure wearing a dark blue robe had already sat down opposite him, picked up the glass of wine and drank it in one gulp without saying a word.
This figure was none other than the Seventh Prince Xuanyuan Yiyu. He took the wine bottle from the man's hand and said in a deep voice.
"Brother Sanhuang asked me to come."
Who else could be waiting for him besides Xuanyuan Qingtian?
"What happened today, do you want to explain why you assassinated your Third Emperor's wife?"
"Brother Sanhuang, even if you want to kill me, I will still kill Sanhuang's wife."
"Why?"
Xuanyuan Qingtian's voice became colder and colder, and the deep cold on his face was even colder than the ice the year before.