"Quick, quick, go to the palace and rescue people."
Outside the door, Yi Jinyi was anxious. Looking at the current situation, he could tell that the situation inside was serious.
He led the men in.
On the other side, inside the palace
There were corpses everywhere, blood was flowing, and corpses were piled on top of each other in a thick layer.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and a foul odor.
Mo Yu was breathing heavily, his body a little tired after the long fight.
He turned his head and looked at the situation around him. There were so many people on the opposite side, in groups, that there was no end in sight.
"Mo Yu, put down the sword in your hand! You have no way out."
Yi Qingyu looked over with a disdainful smile, disdain flashing across his eyes.
Just a few days ago, he actually watched his son die at the hands of Mo Yu's men.
But he couldn't do it himself, because he couldn't admit it, otherwise he would lose everything.
"Oh! Forget it, Yi Qingyu. I won't surrender. Just kill me if you want."
Mo Yu shouted loudly that he would never surrender no matter what.
Your job is to delay until someone comes to rescue you.
The people next to Mo Yu were leaning against him closely, looking flustered, and there were many people on the opposite side.
However, there are only a few of his own people left.
Mo Yu looked at his men and saw that there were only a dozen of them left. He was afraid that he couldn't hold out for long against so many people.
"Mo Yu, don't refuse my toast. I said this because I feel sorry for you and want to find a way out for you."
Yi Qingyu reached out and touched the beard on his chin, stroking it up and down.
With amusement in his eyes, Mo Yu knew that Yi Qingyu would not let him go.
I am the one who killed his son. Moreover, he has been making things difficult for him at the court. How could he think of letting me go
These are all pretexts, probably to torture themselves even more.
Suddenly he thought of something. In this case, why not...
"I wonder if the Ninth Prince will really give me a way out?"
With the corners of his mouth raised, he looked at Yi Qingyu playfully, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
With his eyebrows slightly raised, Yi Qingyu looked at Mo Yu in astonishment. He did not expect Mo Yu to ask this.
He tilted his head, fell into thought, frowned slightly, and wanted to say something.
He was about to say something but stopped himself. When he looked up, he saw a pair of eyes looking at him seriously.
Goro turned his head in surprise and looked at Mo Yu in disbelief.
He looked at Mo Yu with puzzled eyes, his eyes filled with confusion, and asked in a low voice.
"My Lord, why are you doing this?"
Mo Yu turned his head and looked at Mo Yu with a stern look in his eyes, narrowing them slightly.
Goro seemed to understand something.
"Just listen to me."
Goro bowed with a reluctant look on his face and nodded.
"Yes, sir."
Yi Qingyu looked at Mo Yu closely. He was confused about the two people's behavior, but he still smiled slightly.
"Of course I will. What comes out of my mouth counts. As long as you surrender, I can keep your life."
Save your life, but how to save it is up to you.
Yi Qingyu thought to himself.
"When my great mission is completed, I will do whatever I want to you. I will torture you to the point where you would rather die than live."
There was an undercurrent in his eyes, with a hint of hostility, but Mo Yu could feel it.
A sneer flashed across his lips.
Yi Qingyu's expression suddenly changed, his eyebrows slightly raised, and he asked in confusion.
"why are you laughing?"
Mo Yu put away the smile on his face, his face became cold and his expression was ugly.
"Forgive me for not seeing the sincerity of the Ninth Prince."
He narrowed his eyes slightly and took a exploratory look at Mo Yu's entire body.
Goro felt that Yi Qingyu had changed a lot. Just now he looked like he wanted to save people, but in the blink of an eye, his expression turned ugly.
It’s true, people change their attitude faster than turning the pages of a book!
"Haha, since Lord Mo has seen through it, yes, I don't want you to live. It's because of you that my beloved son died in your hands. It's all because of you. Do you think I will let you feel good?"
It's really ridiculous!
Mo Yu didn't expect Yi Qingyu to think this way. He curled the corners of his mouth and sneered.
"This is all your own son's own fault.
If you say the culprit is you, then you are the one to blame. "
Yi Qingyu's pupils widened, he couldn't believe it, and took two steps back.
Point your index finger at the person in front of you.
"No, you are disturbing my mind here. If you hadn't kept him safe, would my beloved son have died?"
Mo Yu sneered coldly, his face turning cold.
He wanted to tell Yi Qingyu the cruel truth.
"If you weren't afraid of being implicated, do you think your son would have died?"
Yi Qingyu shook his head like crazy and yelled in a crazy manner.
Mo Yu frowned and looked at Yi Qingyu with confusion.
"No, it's not my fault. It's you. Mo Yu has been holding on to this matter about Huo Shaoyuan. You have already returned victoriously, and the emperor values you. I have been avoiding you so much, why are you still pursuing me?"
Mo Yu narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. Yi Qingyu's crazy look made people's hair stand on end.
I felt goose bumps on my arms and shuddered.
Yi Qingyu suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly.
"Haha, no matter what, I will definitely avenge you."
Mo Yu looked at Yi Qingyu in silence. Yi Qingyu was in a crazy state at the moment, and he was afraid that he would not listen to anything he said.
In that case, there is nothing to say over there.
Suddenly, a look full of hatred looked over.
Mo Yu was frightened by this fierce look.
"As long as I become the emperor, I can take revenge, and everyone will respect me, haha."
He looked at Yi Qingyu with disdain and ridicule.
"Yi Qingyu, don't let your wishful thinking get in the way here. I will definitely protect the emperor. I won't let you hurt a hair on his head. Don't use your son as an excuse to usurp the throne."
Yi Qingyu's face turned pale, and he looked at Mo Yu with squinted eyes, which were full of hostility, as if he wanted to kill him immediately.
Mo Yu was harsh in his words and pushed Yi Qingyu into a corner.
"You are a coward. You are afraid of death and would rather watch your son die than come forward to save him. You are the culprit."
Yi Qingyu's face turned red, he was full of anger and roared angrily.
"Stop talking, kill him, don't show me mercy!"
After a burst of roars, Mo Yu realized that he seemed to have pushed the other person into a corner.
Countless decimal points floated through my mind, and I felt annoyed and desperate.
I was planning to buy time, but I didn't expect that I would actually anger him.
Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he looked at his brother beside him in despair.
Am I really going to die here