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The snowy robes accompanied by Baili Lan An lifted the curtain of the carriage and watched as the princess, surrounded by a dense crowd of people, worriedly entered the carriage. The escorting convoy majestically drove off. Although she was anxious, she did not go in. She held onto Baili Lan An's hand the entire time, even though she did not say anything, but she seemed to be asking Baili Lan An if she was alright. You will definitely treat her, right? It wasn't until Jiuzhen came out to welcome her that she anxiously jumped out and followed Jiuzhen into the restaurant. Her usual noble and cold demeanor was nowhere to be seen.

Qin Xiaoliu lay on the bed, breathing rapidly. The thin blanket that was covering her body moved up and down, indicating her master's pain. Xue Yi rushed over to her bed, but Qin Xiao didn't open his eyes. She held her hands in a choked voice, "My lord, the princess will definitely return to the palace safely. You … you've suffered." Although she was speaking earnestly, there was no sign of Qin Wushuang to regain consciousness. After he finished his' Baili Lan An ', he gently shook his head. On this day, the princess' magnificent procession was advancing towards the imperial palace, and all the doctors who were used to treat external injuries in the city were invited to the residence of Qin Xiaoliu. Due to the arrival of the snow robe, Jiu Zhen was temporarily released. She carried food and drinks to the dungeon. The prison warden's tone was stiff, not like the previous time when he had to fawn over her. Ever since last night, whenever these people saw him again, he would wish that his eyes would pop out. Fortunately, he was able to open up a hole in his body.

Zhou Xizhi had been depressed by the news that he was going to be silenced the night before. Seeing that Jiuzhen was in a good mood, Jiuzhen did not say a word. She just handed him food by food and poured him a glass of wine. Upon seeing this battle formation, Zhou Xi Qi knew that it was time for the execution. His originally fearful and cautious heart suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of relief. He drank a cup of wine in silence, "Lady Jiuzhen, I'm really troubling you to think about me, a person who will die. I can do such a great thing, but I also have a close friend like you sending me off, what else can I ask for?"

"Big Bro Zhou, you've actually misunderstood. Last night, Prince Consort Ma was once again injured by your accomplices in order to save me." I'm afraid, I'm afraid, "she said, and her eyes reddened. She then sobbed as she held Zhou Xizhi's glass, saying," Big Brother Zhou, I know you are a man of iron. Just killing the royal family is not something that an ordinary person can do. Big Brother Zhou's organization must have their own difficulties or ambitions. It was rare for someone like Big Brother Zhou to not love his body for the sake of others. However, a good bird chooses a tree. Brother Zhou had worked so hard for him, yet he had killed him to keep his mouth shut. This kind of action caused everyone to feel a chill in their hearts. "I don't think that what he did was necessarily a righteous action. Big Brother Zhou, you must not be deceived by others."

Jiu Zhen's words made his heart surge with joy. Which man didn't want to hear such praises from the girl he liked? And last night's silence had indeed made him wonder if his act of self-righteousness was really righteous. Is big brother's character worth entrusting? Is Big Bro's ambition really feasible? This series of questions kept repeating in his head. He tightly held onto Jiuzhen's hand and sincerely said: Jiuzhen, give Big Brother Zhou some time, okay? Let me think about it, think about it. " He looked at the prison warden, who was staring at him viciously from outside the cell. His eyes looked as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

"I'm afraid that it's too late." Jiuzhen retracted her hand, and said with a wry smile: "Prince Consort might not be able to last past today, if they fail to catch the mastermind then they will definitely use you as a scapegoat, and Big Brother Zhou will definitely be treated as a scapegoat. At that time, even if Big Brother Zhou has a thousand mouths, it will be useless. Jiuzhen is just a slave. With Prince Consort here, everyone will think highly of me. But now, Prince Consort is like this — who would think of me as a person? "I only hope that Big Brother Zhou will tell us the truth. As the saying goes, if there is a debt for an injustice, there can be a person holding onto it. If Jiuzhen tries to put on airs, she will also go and beg the princess for mercy."

Zhou Sizhi's eyes were tightly shut, as if she had made a great decision, before she said slowly, "Jiuzhen, it's not that Brother Zhou doesn't agree to your request, it's just that this matter has been implicated too widely, I can't just give up justice because of personal grudges. My brother was unrighteous to me, and I don't need to be foolish and loyal to him anymore. However, not all of my brothers who live and die together are this petty, so I can't make them lose their lives. Jiuzhen, this was something that even Big Brother Zhou felt he had done and could only tell you now. "He let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had made a huge decision. He looked at Jiuzhen and said word by word," We … we captured the princess to … rebel.

Jiuzhen gasped.

The escort of the princess was attacked and killed after exiting the city. The hungry princess couldn't stand it any longer as she passed by the food house and got off the carriage while being escorted by everyone. At this moment, a discordant scene appeared on the street behind the street. A black-clothed person descended from the sky. Under the light of day, he still wanted to cover his face with a black veil. Everyone felt that there was a problem, and just when all the guards were on guard, the black clothed man once again knelt on the ground and cried unexpectedly. He kept on shouting, "Master, please make the decision!"

The crowd did not know why, but the escort incident this time was sudden, and it was understandable for the civilians to not know who it was. Seeing such a large lineup, they naturally knew that they were of noble status. He suddenly took off the veil covering his face, and walked towards the crowd on his knees while crying. Under the veil, there was a woman's face. This woman's face did not have a devastatingly beautiful appearance, because no one knew what she looked like in the end! This face had been burnt beyond recognition. Apart from the two holes that represented the eyes, no one knew where the nose was and where the mouth was. That girl was crying like she was crying like she had some sort of magic, making everyone's heart stick together with her. They were all wondering which bastard would actually have the heart to hurt such a pitiful girl, wishing that he could kill her enemy. They all wished that he would ignore her ugly and terrifying face to hold this pitiful person in his arms and softly say, "Don't be afraid."

The girl's wails grew louder and louder, getting closer and closer to the guards. Everyone was so immersed in her grief that they forgot their mission and tried to stop her from coming closer.

The princess had a purple crown on her head and a white muslin covering her flower-like beauty. She couldn't help but reach her hands out to touch her smooth face as if she was feeling behind something. Suddenly, her hands grabbed the purple crystal inlaid on the crown and threw it over to the princess.

A look of surprise flashed across the disfigured woman's mournful eyes. When the huge crystal was tossed over, she clenched her fists tightly and did not accept it. She was too forceful and even trembled a little. Her proud body rolled away when the crystal was about to reach her arms. She dodged it, and it hit the ground with a crisp sound. The sound was so loud that it struck the ears. Everyone's state of mind, which had been immersed in grief, was suddenly awakened. It was as if they were enlightened. They looked at each other, not knowing what had just happened. When the girl stood up again, she was no longer that delicate and gentle woman. Her long, jet-black hair fluttered in the wind, and the breeze lifted up the corners of her pitch-black dress.

The guard's reaction wasn't slow. By the time everyone drew their sabers, the girl had already pulled out a soft sword from her black robe. The several guards in front of her had already been hit by the sword's silver light. Mo Qingfeng was also good at using his sword, but he was not as ruthless as this nun's sword art. One of the guards' wrist was almost sliced off by her, which made the princess suddenly feel that this girl had the style of a little Qin. She looked at the princess who was still wearing her purple crown and remained motionless. She then glanced at the princess, who could also feel the deep disdain and provocation from her. That incomparably ugly face showed her arrogance and confidence. Even this wave of pressure from her aura suppressed that armored warrior, so no one would care about her sarcoma-like face.