Chapter 1006 Tsk, what a bad luck!

"Hang Minghou? Are you sure it's Xiang Minghou?" Prince Wan was shocked and looked at Wan Weizhi.

“Father, what’s wrong?”

Wan Wangye’s expression changed slightly and he looked at Zhang Mao.

“I will send a message back to Dongsi right now.” Zhang Mao’s expression also became solemn.

“Father, what happened?” Wan Weizhi was puzzled.

“Ten years ago, the fifth prince and his consort went on an envoy to Beili, and the seventh princess accompanied them. I never expected that the seventh princess and his consort would never come back.” Tears and cruelty flashed across the eyes of Prince Wan.

“Didn’t I say that I met robbers in Beili back then?” Wan Weizhi also participated in the funeral of the Seventh Princess and the Prince Consort. No bones were left, and the royal family built a tomb.

"What robbers? That's just an excuse to silence everyone. Your seventh aunt and the consort died in the hands of Marquis Xiang Ming." Prince Wan clenched his fists.

Wan Weizhi was surprised: "Seriously?"

"How do you think a general with great military exploits was seriously injured and stripped of his nationality? If Emperor Beili didn't deal with Xiang Minghou, it would be difficult to calm Dong Si's anger, but he didn't expect that he was still alive because of his hard bones." Prince Wan Filled with hatred, his joints creaked.

Wan Weizhi had always wanted Ye Qianning's life. He never thought that there was such a connection between them. With a stern face, he scolded: "It seems that the road between enemies is really narrow. If you add old and new grudges together, it's definitely not the case." Let them get out alive."

“It doesn’t matter how much money you spend, not only do you want to get the Xiaozhuan back on the sea, but you also want to save the lives of Marquis Ming and his daughter.” Prince Wan said with a hint of ferociousness.

"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away." Wan Weizhi got up and left.

Wan Wangye raised his eyes and landed on Room 2 on the fourth floor, with a sinister light in his eyes.

Upstairs, Ye Qianning had breakfast and finished cleaning up. As soon as he opened the door and stood in front of the railing, he was met with a murderous gaze. When he lowered his eyes, he saw the ferocious face of Lord Wan.

Tsk, what a bad luck!

She raised her little hand to make a knife with her thumb and slashed it across her neck. Her expression was arrogant and full of provocation.

Prince Wan saw the murderous intent in Ye Qianning's eyes that was not concealed at all. Then the next second, the murderous intent in his eyes turned into rage. He raised his hand and picked up the cup on the table and threw it towards the fourth floor.

Rowan turned his five fingers, and a flying knife came out at an extremely fast speed. The cup that flew up was passed through by the flying knife, and was instantly carried by the flying knife and smashed in the original direction.

"bump"

The flying knife landed on the table in front of Lord Wan, and the thick table was penetrated, and the cup also fell into pieces the moment it landed on the table.

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The thick ancient wooden table creaked with seven or eight cracks, which spread to the entire tabletop.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Wan Lingling was sleeping soundly on the table, when the table suddenly shook and woke her up.

At the same time, the movement here also attracted everyone's attention, and they all looked at Lord Wan.

The most eye-catching thing is the flying knife that pierced the table. It was very bright and conspicuous. Anyone who knows kung fu can tell at a glance that the person who made the move was definitely a practitioner.

Although the table is not falling apart, it is not far from falling apart.

The control of force is so precise. From this alone, you can know that this person is beyond the reach of ordinary guards.

Wan Wangye hurriedly took a few steps back when the flying knife came over. At this moment, he looked at the flying knife, not to mention how ugly his face was, and stared fiercely upward.

“Your Majesty.”

Zhang Mao came quickly, his eyes swept across the table and landed on top.

Ye Qianning bent over slightly and lay lazily on the railing with a smile.

(End of this chapter)