There were a lot of people talking at the Qinyuan Tea House earlier, so Zhang Ruoyang naturally did not dare to speak arrogantly.

Now that he was in his own camp, surrounded only by his familiar family and friends, he no longer held back and hid, and directly expressed all the true thoughts in his heart.

Zhang Mingke, the prince of Weiyuan Hou, was sitting beside the bed at this time. Hearing his son's lies, he just frowned.

"Lie down and don't get angry. You were seriously injured this time. You need to take a good rest to recover. When you get home, you can find a way to see the doctor. If you really become disabled, you will be in trouble."

This time Qiu Liezhang's family, father and son, were here. Marquis Weiyuan was too old to participate in such an exciting activity.

Zhang Mingke felt a headache when he thought about having to face the accusations from his wife and father when he returned home.

Zhang Ruoyang collapsed even more when he mentioned the injury, and his angry roar was almost crying. "Dad, I don't want to become a cripple! Did the doctor just say that it can't be cured? Is there any way to save it when I get back? Dad, my baby

My shoulder hurts so much! I feel that my whole left hand is numb and painful, and I can’t even move it. Am I completely disabled?”

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Zhang Mingke quickly covered his son's mouth and sent the others away with a reluctant smile, "Zheng Er, why don't you go back and rest first? My brother Yang is a little out of control emotionally and needs a good sleep. What else can I do?

Let’s wait until tomorrow?”

Zheng Haoran and others wisely said goodbye and left, and soon the Zhang family and his son were left in the house.

Zhang Ruoyang has calmed down a little, but the look on his face is still full of annoyance and dissatisfaction.

Zhang Mingke patted his son's back and comforted him: "Brother Yang, you can't say something nonsense. Today's assassin may not be a remnant of the Song family. It is possible that someone else faked his name to confuse the public. Even if it is really Song

Xi's troops, you can't just shout out like that, it will easily attract the attention and anger of others. The Weiyuan Marquis Mansion is already on thin ice, if you get involved with the Song family again, I'm afraid it will be a disaster in the future!"

Zhang Mingke and his son always referred to themselves as "remnants of the Song family", and there was no concealment of contempt and resentment in their words.

Even though he knew that his maternal grandfather's family had always been prudent and protective, and could easily abandon even blood relatives, Song Xi still felt disappointed in her heart. Even standing by the bonfire could not dispel the bone-chilling chill.

Song Xi lowered his eyes to look at the medicine bottle in his hand, and a hint of bitterness appeared on his pursed thin lips.

He shouldn't have any unnecessary expectations for his only remaining blood relatives. Who else in the world would help him in times of trouble except Lan'er?

Let's just pretend that he has never been here today, Weiyuan Marquis Mansion has nothing to do with him anymore, and treat him like an ordinary person when we meet again in the future.

Song Xi left quietly, but the father and son in the camp didn't know what they had missed.

Zhang Ruoyang lost the chance of recovery, and the future Weiyuan Marquis Mansion would no longer be favored by Qianlong.

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The night fell, and the thick autumn clouds obscured the moonlight. The paddock and camp were completely shrouded in darkness, and a deep sleepiness swept away the vigilance of all the guards.

Song Xi and his group, dressed in black, lurked quietly, divided into two groups and ran towards the target camp.

When midnight was approaching, the lights in the eldest prince's tent were brightly lit, and a group of concubines were accompanying him in singing, singing and dancing, enjoying themselves to their fullest.

"Ah! What's going on?!"

The candlelight in the tent was suddenly extinguished by a gust of wind, and the women became a little panicked, tripping and falling as they scrambled around.

The eldest prince frowned slightly and ordered displeasedly: "Someone will come quickly and light the candle. The rest of the people will stand where they are!"

Everyone obeyed the order and stopped. The tent instantly became extremely quiet, but the person who lit the lamp did not move. The irritable eldest prince immediately stood up.

"Here comes -! Hurry up! What have you been doing? Is it so hard to light a candle?"

The surroundings suddenly fell into a dead silence. No matter how much he shouted, no one responded. The eldest prince's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition suddenly hit him.

The lights turned on again, and the eldest prince raised his hand to cover the dazzling candlelight. Only when his eyes adapted to the light did he see the current situation clearly.

The accompanying concubines were all asleep on the ground, and the guards at the entrance of the camp were missing. Two men in black were standing in front of them, but they couldn't make out each other's appearance.

"Who is here? This is our temple's tent! Aren't you afraid of being punished if you break in?"

The eldest prince scolded sternly, but his eyes showed a bit of panic.

His camp was actually not far from the emperor. It was heavily guarded and could not be easily sneaked into. Moreover, these masked men were standing here so openly. Why didn't the guards show up?

Song Xi walked up to him with a cold expression, and slowly pulled off the cloth covering his face with his slender fingers. His stern eyes seemed to be staring at dying ants, and hatred and anger surged in his deep black pupils.

"An old friend came to visit, and this is how His Highness entertained me? No wonder that after all the hard work, he was only granted the title of Prince Xu, and he will never be able to touch the position of Crown Prince in this life."

This irony made the eldest prince very angry, and it completely hit his minefield and vital point. He had tried hard for so long but still could not get the title of crown prince. The title of Prince Xu was not what he wanted at all.

The anger dissipated the surprise and panic when he saw Song Xi, and now his mind was filled with the other party's sarcasm and ridicule.

"Insolent! The rebellious ministers and traitors still dare to rush into the camp and speak nonsense. Do you really think that I dare not execute you? Fusi in Beizhen is still looking for you everywhere. I didn't expect that you would have the courage to throw yourself into the trap? Since Li Shijie has no ability to catch you

, then I will personally send you to hell today! When you get to hell, remember to say hello to your father and brother for me. It should feel good to be a notorious collaborator and traitor for thousands of years, right?"

Song Xi looked directly at him with cold eyes, and the frightening murderous intent could not be concealed on his handsome face.

The Long Yuan Spiritual Sword was unsheathed in his hand, and with a flash of cold light, it cut off the opponent's cheek.

"Ah——! My face! You, how dare you...!"

The eldest prince covered his bloody left face and howled angrily. He was about to draw his sword to fight back but found that he couldn't move. The panic suddenly surrounded his mind, and his psychological defenses were instantly defeated.

"What's going on? What kind of magic did you use? Why can't I move? Are you a human or a ghost?!"

Song Xi watched with cold eyes as he struggled helplessly, and slit the eldest prince's throat with a quick swing of his sword.

"Want to know whether I am a human or a ghost? Go to hell and ask the King of Hell for advice!"
Chapter completed!