Zhu Qian didn't even need to lead people into the center of the fight, but Prince Xin's Army already showed signs of decline.
Jiang Silin is not conceited, but the several waves of manpower he sent to Frontier all returned the news that "Emperor Mingze disappeared in Beiming Territory"--
He didn't believe that several waves of subordinates who didn't know each other's existence could rebel at the same time, so he believed the news, which was a surprise to him.
He confidently divided his manpower into several squads, intending to completely control Jiang Yanchuan's Imperial Harem. The strength of the soldiers who attacked Chongyun Hall was inevitably dispersed. Now that there are traitors mixed in, the morale of the army collapsed...
The moment the soldiers' loud War Cry sounded, half of the Prince Xin's Army couldn't help but tremble for a moment.
Jiang Silin lifted up Longsword and wiped the blood on his cuffs. He stared at Jiang Yanchuan opposite him with sinister eyes. The figures and noise around him seemed to have stopped at this moment, and only Jiang Yanchuan was left in the world.
For a long time, the two of them seized the opportunity almost at the same time, with their toes on the ground. The next moment, the two figures attacked each other with swords at extremely fast speeds!
After a crisp sound of "Dang--", two figures, one black and one silver, quickly ran away in different directions and turned to face each other.
Pan Jifeng His whole heart jumped into his throat, his eyes were fixed on the black figure, and he blurted out the sentence "Your Highness--", but just in the middle of the sentence, he suddenly screamed--
"Ah!!"
There was a sharp pain coming from the right arm.
Pan Jifeng suddenly turned around, and happened to see an arm being thrown into the distance in an arc, holding a long knife in his hand. Bright red, thick blood was raining in the air, covering him head and face.
Pan Jifeng was so numb from the pain that he looked at the arm with a blank expression for a long time. Finally, amidst the exclamations of "Master Pan!!" from his colleagues beside him, he reacted belatedly -
Those are his arms!!
He looked at his free arm in horror and screamed heartbreakingly.
"My hand! My hand!!"
Pan Jifeng stumbled towards the arm. As soon as he took two steps, another sharp pain started from his vest and quickly shot to the top of his head.
He finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed completely.
After his slightly bloated body collapsed to the ground, Zhu Qian, who was standing behind him, finally revealed his resolute face that looked even more terrifying because it was stained with blood.
The bodies of the rebels who were watching from a distance began to tremble uncontrollably.
Zhu Qian glanced at the wailing Pan Jifeng with an indifferent expression, and then, as if passing some garbage blocking the road, he stepped directly over the opponent's body and walked slowly in the direction of the other rebels.
The screams started at Zhu Qian and quickly spread towards all corners of the Chongyun Hall.
However, before he could run very far, he was chopped down by a soldier who had already rushed nearby.
Cries of pain, cries for mercy, cries for help...
All kinds of sounds were mixed with the chaotic slashing sounds around, and were sent to Jiang Silin's ears by the cold wind stained with the smell of blood, but he turned a deaf ear and even frowned a little irritably.
Jiang Yanchuan showed no unnecessary expression. He calmly waited for Jiang Silin to regain his composure and looked at him. "Don't care?"
"Heh." Jiang Silin sneered and held up a sword flower, "It's just an ant."
Jiang Yanchuan nodded. "That's right."
As soon as the words fell, the two of them rushed towards each other again in tacit agreement!
The moment they passed each other, both of them tried their best to use several moves, but neither of them could hurt the other party at all.
After standing still, Jiang Silin's expression completely darkened, and there was a trace of irritation between his brows.
Jiang Yanchuan has been busy with government affairs in recent years and does not have much time to practice martial arts. However, he has been working hard in the past few years just to prepare for an occasion like today...
There is no reason why the two of them can still be evenly matched.
Jiang Silin sighed secretly in his heart, clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and charged up with his toes--
"... Daddy?"
Jiang Silin's movements stopped.
A child?
A child who calls "Daddy"?
A child calling "Daddy" would appear in such a situation?!
He subconsciously turned around and met a pair of slightly familiar eyebrows.
Guan Zhili stood awkwardly on the open space that Wu Leyong had made for him. The moment he met Jiang Silin's eyes, his eyes lit up slightly and he called out again, "Daddy!"
Jiang Silin narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up and down the little guy who suddenly appeared with probing eyes, and then he was suddenly startled.
He remembered!
When he thought about it, why did he feel that these eyebrows were familiar?
This child was clearly modeled after Qiu Suxin!!
"You..."
As soon as he said a word, he almost couldn't continue.
The tremor in his voice seemed to spread throughout his body. Before Jiang Silin could confirm the identity of the other party, he already had a vague guess in his heart.
"You... where are you from..."
Guan Zhili didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and hurriedly answered the question, "Beiming! Zhili followed Your Majesty back from Beiming!!"
Jiang Silin was silent for a moment, then repeated again as if not daring to confirm, "...Beiming?"
"Yes!" Guan Zhili nodded heavily, with expectant eyes, "Your Majesty said, Prince Xin is Zhili's father, Zhili seems to call you His Highness Prince Xin, so..."
He took a step forward. "Are you Zhili's father?"
Jiang Silin froze in place.
The cold expression faded away in an instant, and Jiang Silin rarely showed a bit of confusion on his face.
He kept telling himself in his heart that this must be Jiang Yanchuan's trick. The cold-blooded emperor must have noticed his thoughts a long time ago, so he found such a child who had shadows of him and Qiu Suxin everywhere in an attempt to distract him and break his defenses.
But when he came back from such thoughts, he found that he had already squatted down unconsciously, facing the little guy who suddenly appeared here, and said in a soft voice, "Is your name Zhili?"
Not a very nice name.
The name he had given to his biological son whom he had never met before was not even the slightest difference from the name he had given him for a while, but the moment he saw the child, he actually felt that this name was very suitable for the little guy in front of him.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hands. "Come to me."
Guan Zhili The light in his eyes became brighter.
He only hesitated for a moment, then ran towards his father with firm eyes, and rushed straight into his arms. "Are you really Zhili's father?!"
Jiang Silin unconsciously rubbed the little guy's head twice. "I--uh!!"