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They are still calm.

Yao Minghui couldn't hold it anymore and walked quickly in the hall.

After he walked around like this for three or four times.

He turned around and said in a heavy tone: "Who could have thought that the people they have worked hard to find for so many years have gathered in this small town today."

"Gu Fuchen, the son of Gu Hao, the country of Shangzhu, has been classmates with the current emperor."

"Qiu Xiaoyuan, the nephew of the Queen Mother, and the legitimate son of the Qiu clan of Youzhou."

"Ding Xiu, his brother, got married to Princess Changning, the last emperor's favorite, and was the legitimate son of the Ding clan in Longxi. There were nine prime ministers in his family..."

Yao Minghui slowly spit out the origin of each of them from his throat.

"You don't have to end up in this situation like us. You are all princes of aristocratic families and descendants of princes and nobles. If you stayed in the capital back then, you should have been granted the title of marquis and prime ministers today. We are different... Our family is exhausted, and some brothers are from the bottom. We will not be lenient in killing the emperor..."

Yao Minghui said, showing cold hatred.

"So you hate the emperor." "But later on, you even began to think, if you had not served under Prince Zhang, would you not have to reach such a situation?" A more cold voice suddenly rang outside the door.

Yao Minghui was startled and turned his head to look with a calm face.

Of course he knew... it was King Xuan's voice. He would never forget it when King Xuan came to catch a turtle in a jar!

King Xuan crossed the threshold and slowly walked into the hall.

For a moment, everyone looked at him.

King Xuan took off his cold armor and put on a green robe. He tied up his ink hair and only inserted an iron hairpin into a diagonal position.

There are no extra pendants on her body.

With such a light robe and a slow belt, the momentum seemed much more restrained, leaving only the royal nobleness.

The Qinggui army looked at him and was in a daze.

But soon he calmed down again.

Dou Ruyun looked at him, was stunned for a moment, and then murmured: "Why didn't the princess come?"

"She is tired." King Xuan said lightly.

Then he walked to the main seat and sat down.

Yao Minghui's face looked a little ugly: "Does King Xuan actually know about Prince Zhang? The emperor is willing to tell you this?"

King Xuan's tone was faint: "I have known about Prince Zhang ten years ago."

Yao Minghui looked at him strangely: "How old were you at that time? The emperor told you this... to ask you to secretly search for us people?... No, the emperor could not give you such a thing. How could he hand it over to a boy who is not dry?"

King Xuan did not answer his words, but said slowly: "I could already kill people at that time. King Wei sat in the palace and was taught by the great scholars. I led an army of 180,000 and entered Yumen Pass."

So what if Yao Minghui wants to say?

"That time, because the court was unable to support food and grass, the army was temporarily trapped in the Western Regions. I was seriously injured and someone told me that I cannot die. I am carrying a deep blood hatred on my body." King Xuan paused, his face was indifferent, "I can't help but wonder, what kind of deep blood hatred should it be?"

The Qinggui army stood up at once.

"The man said, he couldn't tell me. Because I couldn't find out, I knew about Prince Zhang. I'll have to wait until I grow up." When talking about his own affairs, King Xuan's tone was still not emotional.

He even played with the cups on the table next to him.

"So I ignored me and waited until... when Beidi and Xirong were afraid when they saw me, they regarded me as the God of War in the court."

Yao Minghui pursed his lips tightly when he heard this.

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Chapter completed!