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Feng Qing Cheng's iron-blooded wrist was destined to stay in these people's nightmares forever, and his cold-blooded look was also ingrained in everyone's hearts.

"Kill them too!" Feng Qing Cheng was talking about the remaining three people.

The blood on the ground was still shocking, Feng Qing Cheng took the blade of the guard by the side and wiped off the blood on it, he wanted to cut off the remaining people.

Amongst the three of them, there was still one more martial general, who was also an expert, who was already ready to make his move. Feng Qing Cheng had long heard of his beastly nature.

Although it was filthy, Feng Qing Cheng was still spotless. His white robes was covered by a thin layer of golden sand, giving him the appearance of someone who had transcended the world.

The blade pointed at the martial general before him, then he opened his mouth relentlessly and icily, "Come, this is your last chance."

The second general was surprised that Feng Qing Cheng would actually fight with his life on the line. He did not believe that the spoiled Fourth Prince would be his match.

"I'm different from that trash!" As if giving herself courage, the officer grabbed the blade of a guard who was bleeding and slashed over. Feng Qing Cheng calmly blocked the blade and accepted the heavy blade technique.

Every single blade strike from a martial general weighed a thousand kilograms, and was something that one could only defend against. However, Feng Qing Cheng weighed a few thousand kilograms, which was a bit feminine and elegant.

After a few meetings, under Feng Qing Cheng's lead, the two seemed to be sparring and dancing. Feng Qing Cheng's wide sleeves were flung aside, and he looked like two butterflies dancing in the air, as though he was in a bit of a daze.

As the saber slashed down, a strand of the general's hair fell down, causing a wave of alarmed cries to ring out.

"I didn't expect the fourth prince to be so skilled."

"The fourth prince will definitely behead this unruly criminal."

All of a sudden, the various officials were discussing among themselves. However, Feng Qing Cheng's performance had made them convinced, and now, the general's expression was sinister, as if he wanted to devour someone alive.

Feng Qing Cheng had used all of his skills on that blade, his palm was a little numb, he did not want to let the hand that held the blade tremble. With his exhausted look, he wanted to lure the martial general in, and with that, he could kill him with one slash.

Large numbers of guards rushed out, including the four secret guards beside the emperor. The military general was like a fish caught in a net, being slaughtered at will.

Picking up the heavy saber, the military general took his own life. The sharp blade sliced across his neck in just a second before finally coming to a stop in front of his despairing expression.

Another person died. The guards cleaned up and carried the general's corpse out, but Feng Qing Cheng looked at the four emperor's hidden guards that were deep in thought. He did not know what he was thinking about, but he revealed a look of understanding.

"Fourth Prince, please spare my life. I will work hard for you in the future." The other official saw that the situation was not good and begged Feng Qing Cheng for mercy.

His expression was still as cold as ever, as if it was enough to freeze someone. At this moment, the remaining two ministers no longer held on to their dignity, and only wanted to live.

"You all deserve to die!" Feng Qing Cheng was furious, he kicked away the official and with a wave of his hand, the bloodthirsty blade pointed at the official.

Using only a single slash, Feng Qing Cheng finished off the last two officials. After that, he casually threw down his blade, scaring the crowd senseless. He was no longer neat and tidy like before, his body was completely stained with blood, and his face had turned into a bloodthirsty smile.

Feng Qing Cheng tidied up his robe and took off his coat. He was annoyed.

The entire hall had been baptized in blood, and blood flowed all over the ground. Only then did the emperor open his eyes, not concealing his bias towards Feng Qing Cheng at all.

"The fourth prince has done meritorious deeds, reward!" After he finished speaking, he looked at Feng Qing Cheng with admiration, the love and love his father had for his son.

The crowd was already scared out of their wits. How could they dare to retort? The four ministers who had died were the same as before. Of course, those officials who followed Feng Qing Cheng were happy.

"Your majesty the Emperor!"

Feng Qing Cheng met the emperor's gaze, like a showdown between ice and fire. His eyes were as sharp as the blade just now, wanting to make the emperor die, the ministers and officials were intelligent, noticing this strange atmosphere, none of them dared to breathe.

"Father shouldn't blame me!" Feng Qing Cheng said resolutely, with a tone that even ministers would not be able to touch, causing them to feel that there was something else inside.

The emperor was disapproving, his cold love for Feng Qing Cheng was close to insanity, even if Feng Qing Cheng were to kill him now, he would not say anything.

"This is my fault, I should not have doubted my son." The emperor very naturally spoke. He was like a loving father as he slowly said, "Whoever doubts their own bloodline will also be enraged." Moreover, for a person with a cold nature like Feng Qing Cheng,

"Your child is heartbroken and is unable to hold on. I want to rest for a bit." After she finished speaking, Feng Qing Cheng turned around and left under everyone's gaze, supported by the guards.

Just as he walked out of the hall's door, Little Snow began to rain down from the outside. The servant quickly covered him up with a fur robe, and under the cover of the robe, Feng Qing Cheng looked even more handsome and noble than before.

The entire palace was covered in silver. Zhuge Lin's expression didn't change at all, as if nothing had happened. Only the look in his eyes was a bit absent-minded.

In the Sky Prison of the Imperial Palace, a slightly thin figure appeared at the entrance of the dungeon. He walked one step at a time, stepping on the soft snow.

Feng Qing Cheng shook off the snow on his robes and decisively walked into the dungeon. There were people waiting there he had long prepared.

The dim oil lamp flickered in the darkness of the dungeon. The jailer was drowsy. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief as he saw the Fourth Prince. The next second, the door was opened for him in shock.

The other guard was already waiting to lead the way. His trusted aide followed behind him, dusting off the snow and removing his fur.

The other guard was left in his original position, and only was able to run straight to the Sky Prison. Although it was the best dungeon, when the guard arrived there, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose.

A pungent smell filled the entire dungeon. Some straw was scattered on the ground, and a person was lying on top of it.

Upon hearing the newcomer, the person in the dungeon raised his head. His hair was disheveled and his body exuded a terrible stench. His hair was dirty and he looked like a beggar. Only his eyes were as sharp as a viper. From that resentful and malicious gaze, Feng Qing Cheng could tell with a glance that this person was his younger brother, the seventh prince. It had only been a short while, and he had already been served by those nimble people? If he didn't send someone to stop him, he would have already become a corpse.