Evil Flower Chapter 93 Poisonous Hand

  The two Lin Wei looked at each other and had no choice but to retreat a few steps back.

  "Summer... General Xia Shao, y-you... what are you going to do?" Zhang De Shun stuttered.

  "I'm not doing anything, just want to ask Zhang Gonggong and the brothers of the Imperial Guard to do me a favor."

  Zhang Deshun suddenly stood up straight and shouted: "You want to rush into the palace?"

  "It's not him, it's me, the king!" As soon as the words fell, Yuan Longpan appeared, dressed in magnificent attire, wearing a golden hairpiece with a swan feather on his head, and strode up the steps with an air of majesty.

  "Your Highness, you, this is treason!"

  "Zhang Deshun, who exactly is plotting against me? Once I see Emperor Father, everything will be clear."

  With a raised eyebrow, Zhang De Shun loudly shouted: "The Imperial Guards listen up! By the Emperor's decree, anyone who privately breaks into the Changchun Palace will be executed without pardon!"

  The imperial guards who had retreated surrounded him again.

  "Who dares!" Xia Yang's silver spear swung, and one of the Imperial Guards fell to the ground, while the long spear again pointed unwaveringly at Zhang De Shun's throat.

  Everyone was shocked, and Zhang Deshun's face turned iron-gray.

  Yuan Longlin smiled and walked straight towards the temple gate.

  "Take it down quickly!" The sharp cry was accompanied by a deafening din that pierced the eardrum.

  Yu Linwei did not dare to slack off again and fought hard towards Xia Yang and Yuan Longlin.

  The silver gun flashed and slapped Zhang Deshun's shoulder heavily, and he immediately fell to the ground.

  The stars shone brightly, the silver light flickered, a long spear, a white robe, water couldn't penetrate, arrows and stones couldn't destroy. The outcome was already decided. The silver spear drew a beautiful curve in the air, spinning steadily before coming to rest firmly in Xia Yang's hand, while the Imperial Guards were either lying or sitting on the ground, one by one, east and west, in disarray.

  Yuan Longlin clapped his hands and gave Zhang Deshun a provocative glance before striding into the Changhua Hall.

  But soon, Yuan Longxi's back appeared at the gate of the palace again. As he retreated step by step, a group of sword-wielding Imperial Guards also appeared in people's sight.

  "Wow! Whoa~~"

  Suddenly, a team of armor-clad soldiers appeared in the distance, and in an instant, they surrounded the Longyuan Hall, making it impossible to escape.

  The Ministry of Justice's great prison was damp and dark, quiet to the point of eeriness. The ground was scattered with withered grass, and a person was crawling on it. The person's hair was disheveled, their clothes were in disarray, but on the hem of their robe, one could still faintly make out the embroidered peony pattern.

  A light and hasty footstep sounded in the stillness, stopping in front of the railing. With a rustling sound, something was thrown into the cell. "Puff!" The dry grass ignited instantly. The footsteps quickly left, but the person crouching on the ground inside the cell didn't move at all.

  The flames began to spread, and the footsteps sounded again, only this time they were much more casual and heavy. Seeing the firelight, the footsteps quickened, but stopped in front of the railing and fell silent. After a while, a sneering voice was heard: "Yuan Longqiao, it seems that many people want your life!"

  Yuan Longqiao's originally closed eyes slowly opened, but he still didn't move.

  "Third Highness!" Yun Wuqi's voice was anxious and panicked, it could be heard that he had run over. "Huh? Fourth Highness, you... someone's here! Put out the fire! Come quickly!"

  The only sounds in the cell were his cries and the crackling of the flames, with no one responding, as if this was originally an empty city, where no one had ever existed.

  Yuan Longchun slightly furrowed his brow, drew out the dagger from his waist and sneered: "Don't shout anymore, the prison guards here have already been transferred by me. Even if you shout your throat hoarse, no one will come to rescue you. Yun Gongzi, you really appeared at a very inopportune time. If I let you go out, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it clearly. Why don't you stay here and accompany your master instead?"

  "Fourth Highness, you!"

  A cold glint of steel, Yuan Longchuan's dagger fell mercilessly from his hand.

  Outside the Changyuan Hall, soldiers stood in a dense formation, surrounding Xia Yang, Zhang Deshun, Yuan Longru and the Imperial Guards in the center, with an atmosphere so tense that it was on the verge of erupting.

  Xia Yang and Yuan Longlin exchanged a glance, both of them couldn't help but feel anxious in their hearts.

  Suddenly, the soldiers parted to either side, and a man walked slowly forward from between them. His long gown was elegant and refined, his sleeves hid the universe, and his demeanor was leisurely and carefree.

  "Dad!" Xiaoyang's heart leapt with joy, and he hastily went forward to greet him.

  Xia Jingting nodded slightly towards her son and said loudly to Yuan Longlin, "There is a minister here, Your Highness may do as you please."

  Surrounded by guards, the Imperial Guards did not dare to make a move. Watching Yuan Longxiang walk into the palace, no one dared to step forward and stop him. Zhang Deshun's original heart had a thread of luck, but at this moment it all turned into a bubble, and the last breath in his heart was also exhausted, lying there with a pale face.

  Inside the Changwu Hall, it was quiet and still. The throne behind the imperial desk was empty, with no one in sight. The lamps were dimly lit, making it seem as if there was no one around. With a sudden tightening of his heart, Yuan Longlin hastily turned towards the rear hall where Emperor Zhaoqian rested.

  The back hall was still quiet, and the large hall only had two palace lanterns lit beside the bed. The bedside was burning incense for rest, the curtains were low-hanging, and behind the curtains, someone was sleeping quietly, with a steady breath.

  "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Yuan Longlin called out twice from behind the curtain, but Emperor Zhaojian inside didn't react at all.

  His head spinning, Yuan Longxuan suddenly realized something and his gaze swept around the hall before finally landing on the incense burner burning tranquilizing incense. He leaned in to take a sniff and his dizziness worsened. His eyes narrowing slightly, he slapped his palm down, extinguishing the incense as the smoke dispersed, leaving behind only an extremely faint wisp that slowly dissolved into the air. Lifting open the bed curtains, he sat on the edge of the bed, his voice growing louder: "Imperial Father, it's Xiaoqi! Imperial Father, wake up, wake up!"

  He let out a deep breath, and Emperor Zhaojian slowly opened his eyes.

  "Emperor Father!"

  Zhao Qian Emperor looked at him with some confusion, "Xiao Qi?"

  Yuan Longlin's face was solemn, and he gently helped Emperor Zhaojian sit up.

  Dizzy and disoriented, his head throbbing with pain as if it were about to split open, Emperor Zhao of Song rubbed his forehead, asking in agony: "What's wrong with me?"

  "Imperial Father, you have been drugged with aphrodisiac incense."

  "What?" Zhao Gan's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he was startled.

  "Zhen Fei and Zhang De Shun forged an imperial edict, framing Third Brother for stealing the jade seal. Now they have imprisoned Third Brother in the Ministry of Justice's great prison."

  Suddenly enraged, Emperor Zhao of Song burst into a violent fit of coughing, "How...how dare they! Bring me Zhen Fei and Zhang Dejun at once, I...cough...I will personally interrogate them!"

  "Halt!" A loud shout, a small general in copper helmet and armor charged straight into the great prison.

  Yuan Longchun's dagger halted in mid-air, and with a look of extreme annoyance, he glanced at the young general. With an air of fearlessness, he sheathed his dagger while nonchalantly rebuking in a low tone: "Xia Feng, who allowed you to come here!"

  Before Xia Shuang could make a sound, Yun Wuji had already rushed forward and grabbed his arm, pointing at the raging fire in the prison and anxiously saying: "The Third Prince is still inside, hurry up and save him, save him!"

  Drawing out her treasured sword, Xia Feng swung her hand and with a single slash the door lock fell to the ground. Yun Wuqi pushed open the door and rushed straight in.

  Yuan Longchun disdainfully curled his lip and turned to leave with a swagger. Xia Shuang's anger caused her eyebrows to rise, and she stepped forward to try to stop him.

  "Third Highness! Third Highness, are you alright?! Xia San Gongzi, come quickly!" Yun Wuqi's voice came from the midst of the flames. Xia Shuang was shocked and, no longer caring about Yuan Longchuan, hastily turned around and rushed into the great prison.

  "Your Highness!" Xia Feng knelt down on one knee and helped the weak Yuan Longqiao up with Yun Wuqi, one on each side.

  He was badly injured and smoke-filled, Yuan Longqiao said a few words in a low voice and then fainted.

  "What did His Highness say?" Xia Feng hadn't heard clearly.

  Yun Wuqi pursed his lips and looked at Yuan Longqiao, who was covered in wounds and unconscious, and sighed: "He said to send him into the palace."

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