Heisha and the group of Feng family members behind him laughed loudly: "Shangguan Wenji, you are not still waiting for your son to tip off Nangong Yu, are you? Hahaha, I advise you not to dream. Not to mention the relationship between the Pluto Palace and our Feng family, whether they are willing to offend the Feng family for you. What's more, your precious son may not even be able to leave the palace, and has already become a ghost in the hands of my disciples."
"If you still don't write the imperial edict, I will kill all your children in front of you. Let's see how long you can hold out!"
After saying that, he waved his hand, and the men in black grabbed a young princess in their hands.
"Father, help me!" The little princess cried loudly in fear.
The last glimmer of hope in Shangguan Wenji's heart was shattered. He immediately sat down on the ground dejectedly and said in a trembling voice, "Okay, I'll write it! I'll write it!"
His face was covered with tears, mixed with the blood at the corners of his mouth, making him look extremely miserable.
By the time he finished writing the imperial edict, half of his hair had turned gray, as if all his energy had been drained away.
Shangguan Qi took a step forward and asked with concern, "Father, are you okay?"
"You beast, I don't have a son like you, get out of here!"
Shangguan Qi laughed, his eyes dark as he said, "Since Father has already written the decree for the incorporation of the Zhenwei Army, why not also write the decree for the succession? When I become the emperor, I believe that the incorporation of the Zhenwei Army will be smoother."
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The sky was gradually darkening. In the silent city of Yanjing, the Sixth Prince Shangguan Heng was running for his life.
All the guards who protected him are now dead.
If he hadn't been alert, he would have been a dead body by now. But even if he wasn't a dead body, his body was covered with wounds.
At this time, he finally held on with one breath and arrived at the street where Pluto's Palace was located.
However, the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer. Even though flying was not allowed in Yanjing City, these people's pace was much faster than his.
Moreover, they even played with his idleness like a cat and mouse.
"Sixth Prince, you've been running all night. Aren't you tired? Do you think you can escape from our clutches if you keep running? Hahahaha..."
Shangguan Heng's eyes blurred and he saw three people blocking his way.
His heart was filled with despair. The Pluto's Palace was clearly just around the corner, but he couldn't even get within this short distance.
Seeing the sword in the black-clad man's hand about to stab him, Shangguan Heng opened his mouth in horror and wanted to shout for help, but no sound came out.
But suddenly, he felt a tightening around his waist, and his whole body seemed to be grabbed by something and dragged back a distance.
Shangguan Heng finally let out a short scream, and then his body seemed to hit a wall, and the pain was so severe that all his muscles and bones seemed to fall apart.
He looked back and saw a man dressed in black with a stern look.
The man's appearance was not outstanding, but he exuded a bloody aura that made people feel frightened, as if he had been baptized by thousands of troops and had a murderous aura.
Shangguan Heng was still in shock. When he realized that he was rescued, the wounds that he had been suppressing suddenly burst out and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Suddenly, a clear male voice came from my ear, "Wow, Xuanwu, are you too rough? Look how hard you've tortured the little prince. He's even vomiting blood!"
Xuanwu? Which Xuanwu? Could it be Xuanwu, one of the four most trusted confidants of His Majesty Pluto? (To be continued)