Ye Ling didn't hear Feng Sujin's words clearly at first, but Feng Sujin kept repeating them, and Ye Ling suddenly heard them.
Ye Ling felt as if a huge hammer had hit her on the head, knocking her unconscious and making her unable to think at all.
She raised her head suddenly and looked in the direction of the city wall with sore eyes.
Then... is that Mr. Jun
How is it possible, no... no... this is impossible.
In the eyes and hearts of everyone in the secret pavilion, Young Master Jun was a god-like existence. How could he be hung on the city wall in such a disfigured state? Moreover, he was regarded as a bandit and a terrorist by the people of the imperial capital, constantly throwing eggs and leaves on vegetables.
No... impossible...
Young Master Jun is so noble and elegant, and his bloodline is so noble, how can he bear this kind of...
These are the people he loves, yet they treat him like this...
No, this is not Mr. Jun, definitely not.
Ye Ling's eyes started to turn red. She couldn't help but Master Jun, but she suddenly looked at the corpses next to her.
The closer you get to the city wall, the clearer you can see. The man on the far left is topless, although the scars on his body are so heavy that he can't see clearly.
But there were a few vertical and horizontal wounds, and she could clearly identify them... They were on the 35th of the night, and they had gone on a mission together.
There is a scar that was filled in not long ago.
And the one next to him, with his fingers bent like that, is Ye Shiqi. When he was training, his fingers were used to bend like that...
After identifying them one by one, Ye Ling could no longer hold back her emotions.
In other words, the person he couldn't identify was probably Mr. Jun
It is impossible for the young lady not to recognize Mr. Jun.
Ah...ah...
Ye Ling was screaming crazily in her heart. She looked at the people around her and suddenly wanted to kill them, kill them.
These are her companions, people from the dark pavilion, how can they be allowed to be insulted by these people.
Especially Young Master Jun, who is the blood of a true king. He has always worked hard for the empire and the people, but he has been treated like this for nothing.
Unfair, unfair...
Ye Ling's heart was controlled by bloodlust, and killing and hatred controlled her thoughts.
Suddenly, Ye Ling couldn't help it, and one of them appeared out of nowhere and shouted: "That's not a bandit, that's not a bandit, that's Young Master Jun, that's Young Master Jun... that's Young Master Jun..."
Ye Ling made a hysterical sound, which suddenly alarmed many people who threw eggs and rotten vegetable leaves.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, Mr. Jun? How could it be Young Master Jun? The almost unrecognizable person on the city wall is Young Master Jun
How can this be.
No one can bear the fact that it is not Mr. Jun, and Mr. Jun will not die.
And no one was willing to accept the fact that they were throwing things at Mr. Jun.
So I instinctively reject this possibility.
"She is an accomplice of the terrorists. Don't believe her. Those are our enemies, bandits and terrorists. Think about how many of us they suddenly appeared and killed..."
"Yeah, don't believe her. She is a comrade. The way you look at her, you can tell she is not a good person..."
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Lord Guo Yong has already settled all the situations, so he has already arranged for people to encourage everyone here.
The people are the easiest to incite. He can grasp their hearts and incite them, and no one can identify the corpse. In this case, all forms are in his hands.
"Yes, yes, this is not Mr. Jun, not Mr. Jun..."
"This person came out to talk nonsense. What does she know? We don't remember that there is such a person beside Mr. Jun."