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"It wasn't easy for us to escape the Ying Tian, we can't go back there!" Dong Fang Su calmly looked around the ancestral hall. On his left and right, there were actually two windows, but Yan Zhong Shan had already prepared for this.

In that case, Mu Qian Xue gritted her teeth. She knew very well that the moment she agreed to Yan Zhong Shan's request, the only thing that awaited her was a dead end, but if she didn't agree …

These were the only people left in the Mu family other than her and third brother. Would she really have to watch them die one by one at Yan Zhong Shan's hands?

Yan Zhong Shan bared his white teeth and said: "Empress, have you thought about it? I don't have much patience." In order to increase his deterrence, he raised Xiu Er who was always in his hands up by a few notches. Bai Ning cried until his throat became hoarse.

Shi Jiu's eyes flashed slightly as he said softly, "Prince, why not let this Princess pretend to agree first? With these servants here, he won't be able to take Princess away."

Dong Fang Su rejected her suggestion without thinking, "No, you can't risk Princess's life!"

An unfathomable glint flashed past Shi Jiu's eyes as he muttered: "He needs to rely on Princess to escape, and in a short period of time, he will not harm Princess, Prince can do it … …"

"I said no means no, no need to say more." Dong Fang Su sternly interrupted Shi Jiu's words. In fact, he understood in his heart that Shi Jiu's words were undoubtedly a solution, but to take Mu Qian Xue's life as a risk was something he simply could not do.

Dong Fang Su's face suddenly changed, and he pulled her arm, "Yan Zhong Shan is a madman, once …"

Mu Qian Xue laughed and interrupted him, "I believe in you!"

These sudden four words caused Dong Fang Su to be stunned in place. It was only after a long while that he managed to react. He had put his life in his hands.

After a long while, Dong Fang Su slowly loosened his grip on her arm, and said with an almost sworn tone: "You will definitely be fine."

Mu Qian Xue laughed as she walked towards Yan Zhong Shan. After just taking two steps, someone shouted, "You can't!"

The old man's body was weak to begin with, adding to the torturous journey, he kicked the old man until he vomited blood. Ling Mu Qian Xue was pained, "Royal Uncle!"

"Don't come over!" The old man could not care about the blood in his mouth, he bellowed and stopped Mu Qian Xue's footsteps, and the price he paid was another mouthful of blood. From the looks of it, that kick probably injured his internal organs.

The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said sorrowfully: "It doesn't matter if we die, but Xuan Ji — You have to live on. Destroy the West Chu, restore the Nanzhao, take revenge for the royal brothers, and for the thousands of people who died at Xiao Ruo Ao's hands!"

Yan Zhong Shan was afraid that he had done something bad, so he kicked him again and shouted, "Shut up!"

The old man spat out a few mouthfuls of blood consecutively, his face ashen, but his gaze never left Mu Qian Xue, "Xuan Ji, the Nanzhao was destroyed because of you, so you owe us. Promise me that before we destroy the West Chu and restore the Nanzhao, you are not allowed to put anyone in danger, and even more so, you are not allowed to die!" He didn't know that Mu Lin Feng was also alive, and thought that Mu Qian Xue was the only one left.

"Royal Uncle …"

The old man interrupted her sharply. "Promise me!"

In the entire journey, no matter how hard it was, Mu Qian Xue had never shed a single tear. But now, the tears kept flowing down her face, wetting her white clothes.

She understood what her uncle meant, but … This decision was too difficult for her …

If Mu Qian Xue listened to his advice, she would not care about the life and death of these Nanzhao clansmen, she was done for.

"Xuan Ji, father is right, you are the only hope of the Nanzhao, you cannot die here for nothing, and even more so, you cannot die because of us." The one who spoke was the middle-aged man beside the old man.

"If Princess lives, then Nanzhao has hope."

"Xiao Ruo Ao betrayed us and destroyed my Nanzhao. He will kill my clansmen and the Princess will definitely avenge the thousands of vengeful spirits that died under his blade!"

The furious voices sounded one after another, causing Yan Zhong Shan to panic and fear. He widened his one and only eye as he shouted sternly: "Shut up! Everyone shut up! "

No one paid any attention to him, and did not even give him a glance, each and every one of them only stared at the crying Mu Qian Xue, their reactions causing Yan Zhong Shan to be even more afraid, their hands that were holding onto the blade could not help but tremble.

"Promise me!" The old man roared with all his might, and like a thunderclap, the roar fiercely exploded in Mu Qian Xue's ears.

She opened her eyes and faced the crowd's gaze. Amidst waves of heart-wrenching pain, she said with difficulty, "I promise you!"

Hearing her words, the old man let out a long sigh of relief, revealing a smile that was completely out of place. "With your words, I can relax … "Rest assured..."

Just as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly crawled up from the ground, using his hands that were tied around his wrist to grab onto the steel blade in Yan Zhong Shan's hand and fiercely swiped it towards his own neck.

The old man's body fell to the ground like a kite with its string cut, motionless. Only blood was still gushing out of the wound on his neck, forming a pool on the ground.

The old man was dead, but there was a smile on his lips.

Yan Zhong Shan had yet to recover from the deep layer of blood, but another person wielded a blade that was still dripping with blood and slashed at his own neck.

No, it was not only one person, the blades of the other Artemisia annulata Lam s were also being wielded, the blades were being cut off lightly, harvesting life after life, as though they were back when Xiao Ruo Ao led his troops to attack the Nanzhao's capital, massacring everything in their path. The only difference was, they were seeking death.

For this group of old Nanzhao people, if they were lucky enough to survive, they would definitely be able to shoulder the pain of being a slave in a country. It would be better to die in exchange for an opportunity to restore the Nanzhao to its former state.

Yan Zhong Shan never thought that this group of Nanzhao people would all be begging for death no matter what. By the time he reacted, most of them were already dead, with only a few left.

"No one is allowed to die! Without my permission, no one is allowed to die!" Yan Zhong Shan used all his strength to push another Nanzhao person who was charging towards his blade away, but unfortunately, it was already too late, and a bone deep wound appeared on his neck, and he quickly died. At this point, only Bai Ning and Xiu Er who was lying on the ground, whether he was dead or alive, was left.