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"Grudges and grudges are always the same. Also, since the Mooncloud Empire has been destroyed, it has already been a hundred years. As your descendants, why must we continue to pester you?" "Why can't you open it up a little?" Gong Shengrui's temple throbbed in pain. Towards the widows of his loyal followers, he could not truly be ruthless, but he could not persuade them either.

Could it be that the throne is really that important?

's confused little face and her expression when she shouted that she did not want to be a Emperor …

"My Lord!" You say these words, are you worthy of the ancestors of the Gong Jia, or of us subordinates who have followed your lead? " Yan Xingjun's body shook, his eyes filled with disappointment.

At the same time, he secretly made up his mind to quickly eliminate Duanmu Yan and the infant. Only by doing this would he be able to make up his mind to snatch back everything that belonged to the Moon Worshipping Empire.

The Qi around Gong Shengrui's body instantly turned cold: "I'm warning you one last time, do not think about anything wrong, if not, do not blame me for not thinking about the relationship between master and servant!"

"If master can remove the stumbling block, then this subordinate's death is not to be regretted!"

"Yan Xingjun..."

"Master …" Feng Ji suddenly appeared and blocked Gong Shengrui's way, "... Xing Jun has always been a straightforward person, so I hope that the lord will not quibble with him! "

Gong Shengrui parted his lips and formed a straight line. In the next second, he disappeared into the darkness.

Feng Ji sighed, turned around and held Yan Xingjun up: "You always make your own decisions. Not only are you irritating my lord, you even hurt yourself!"

Yan Xingjun snorted: "You're here to teach me a lesson too?"

"How would I dare?" Feng Ji laughed and helped him into the tent: "Don't think that Master came here to question you because of the matter of the Emperor. In fact, he wants to give you a warning! "

"What do you mean?" Yan Xingjun finally looked straight at Feng Ji.

"Today, you openly and openly released the Emperor and the Little Prince from the palace gates, and if they do not obstruct you, it is a small matter. If they really do encounter mishaps, do you think, as the commander of the Guard, you can escape this calamity?"

"Since I dare to do it, I dare to do it!" Yan Xingjun who had already put life and death on the line, no longer had any fear on his face.

The corner of Feng Ji's mouth twitched. Amongst this group of people, only his temper was as stinky and hard as a latrine pit.

"You are not afraid of death, but do you think that the Lord will just watch as the last single child of the Old Yan Clan dies because of him?"

Feng Ji's rhetorical question instantly silenced him.

"There's something that I didn't plan to tell you. I was afraid that you would act too impulsively, but now it seems that I have no choice but to tell you!" Feng Ji faintly sighed. In order to prevent him from offending his master again, he had no other choice.

Yan Xingjun frowned: "What is it? So mysterious? "

"Promise me first. After you find out, don't be rash and don't show any abnormalities!" Feng Ji was worried, and he promised her.

"Since when have you become so girly?"

"Promise me first!"

"..." Good! I promise you, go ahead! "

Feng Ji walked out of the camp vigilantly, after confirming that there was no one around, he sat back down beside Yan Xingjun: "Master has already found the Yang body!"

Yan Xingjun's body trembled. Who is it?

"Emperor!"

"…" Yan Xingjun was excited, and slowly stiffened.

Feng Ji had already expected that he would react in such a way and did not offer any additional consolation. He continued, "The Little Prince's royal father, is my lord!"

Yan Xingjun's eyes instantly widened, filled with disbelief: "You, you're not joking right?"

"I don't need to joke about this sort of thing. Moreover, this kind of thing isn't funny at all …" Feng Ji roughly explained the matter of how he accidentally discovered that the little prince was the son of his master.

Until he finished speaking, Yan Xingjun was still skeptical.

"Are you sure that you aren't making up such a ridiculous lie to fool me, just to protect the Emperor?"

"Whether I'll fool you or not, you'll know when you find a chance to see the little prince!" Feng Ji did not plan to let him accept this fact immediately: "The condition is that you still remember how Master looked like when he was young!"

"I naturally remember the Lord's appearance when he was young!"

Feng Ji nodded in understanding as he reminded his, "The Little Prince's appearance must be at least five of the Image Masters!"

Seeing that he had said it in a serious manner, Yan Xingjun's suspicions slowly faded, but he did not say anything.

"Emperor really doesn't know. The Little Prince's royal father is actually my lord?"

"Based on Emperor's current reaction, she does not know who the person who forced her was that night was!" With Duanmu Yan's muddle-headed personality, wanting her to remember someone that he was not very willing to remember would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Hearing this, Yan Xingjun heaved a sigh of relief; but after thinking about it, his brows knitted, and he couldn't help but frown: "You've told me so much, just so that I won't touch Emperor and the little prince?"

"Emperor is the only 'antidote' for Master to completely remove the cold poison, and the Little Prince is the master's son. If you touch either of them, it would be equivalent to taking Master's life!" Feng Ji admitted that his words contained a hint of threat, but only by doing so would he be able to let this matter rest.

"In that case, my lord will be completely restrained by them, and our great cause of restoring our country will also come to an end!" Obviously, Yan Xingjun had thought much deeper than what he did.

Feng Ji's thoughts quickly spun, and he spoke again: "Why don't you change your mind, in the future, the world of New Moon Dynasty will belong to the little prince, and the little prince is the master's son.

Yan Xingjun looked at Feng Ji strangely: "He is not surnamed Gong!"

"Is your surname really that important?!" The most important thing is whose blood is flowing in his body! "

"…" Yan Xingjun.

"Alright!" I've said what I needed to say, so you should think about it yourself! " Feng Ji stood up and patted his shoulder, "Last few words, Master has never been good with his words. In the future, don't go against him!"

"..." Try your best! "

Feng Ji speechlessly asked. He shook his head and walked out of the tent.

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Using the three days of confinement, Duanmu Yan crippled the strength of nine oxen and two tigers, finally completing the task she had promised Gong Shengrui.

As soon as he removed the restriction, he happily walked out of the Qianqing Palace with the scripture in his hand.

"Chen Xi! You really don't need to follow me. I can find the royal study! " With regards to Chen Xi, who was always close to her, Duanmu Yan was slightly distressed.

She would not leave her sight for a quarter of an hour now, except to sleep.

"This servant will personally send you over. This servant will help you with any needs along the way!" Chen Xi didn't dare let her do the same thing a second time.