On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 469

Sang Tao stared at Ye Zhiyu fiercely and said worriedly: "Your Majesty, I am worried that Ye Zhiyu will not move out from the palace, so I came to see her specially."

"For the sake of His Majesty's safety, Wei Chen has to see Ye Zhiyu leave the palace with his own eyes. Only then can Wei Chen let go of his worries about His Majesty."

One mouthful for him.

Feng Wuming made him laugh angrily.

Ye Zhiyu's mouth twitched, but he didn't expect it was for him.

Sang Tao probably wouldn't give up until he saw her leave the palace with his own eyes.

She stood up: "Master Sang, don't worry, I said I would leave the palace for a while and I will leave."

"Go pack your things now." Sang Tao stared at her as if to guard against a thief.

He came to keep an eye on Ye Zhiyu, fearing that she would sneak away the little prince and princess.

His Majesty didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup he made her drink. Now she is so confused that he considers everything for her.

The little prince and the little princess are of royal blood, can they leave with her?
Feng Wuming's face was as dark as water, and his eyes were filled with coldness and gloom: "Sang Tao, do you really think that I won't blame you if you do everything for my own good?"

His eyes were like cold knives. Santao swallowed in fear, and after one look at his gloomy eyes, he was so frightened that he quickly took it back.

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and knelt down directly: "Your Majesty, I am just thinking about your Majesty's dragon body. If your Majesty wants to punish me, I will have no complaints, but I will die with my eyes open."

He scratched Ye Zhiyu in a dark and vicious manner.

"Your Majesty wanted the life of a loyal minister for the sake of a woman, and he was so fascinated by this woman. This matter will chill the hearts of everyone in the world!"

He had a determined look on his face: "If Wei Chen's death can make Your Majesty wake up, Wei Chen is willing to die for Your Majesty."

Sang Tao pointed to a pillar on one side: "Your Majesty wants me to die, but I have to die..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Zhiyu interrupted with a cold voice.

"Master Sang, you don't need to say these high-sounding words. Master Sang really wants to die, right?"

It's really embarrassing.

He said he was always doing his best for Feng Wuming, but every word he said was a silent threat.

Threaten with death and use the people of the world to warn.

She went to Sang Tao and knelt down: "Master Sang, your Majesty will not let the people of the world feel cold. The people all know everything that your Majesty has done for the people."

"Master Sang, don't you want to die? If you die, there will be nothing. Your Majesty can find any excuse."

She thought for a moment.

"Mr. Sang is dissatisfied with His Majesty's decision and is extremely disrespectful to His Majesty. He holds a knife to hurt His Majesty. For this crime, Mr. Sang, even if you die, everyone will only say that you deserved your death."

She pointed to the pillar closest to Sang Tao: "Bump, Mr. Sang, you might as well hit it now."

A stream of spiritual power quietly penetrated into Sang Tao's body.

Santao looked at the pillar, but what he saw before his eyes was another scene.

He saw him hit the pillar, his head was bruised and bleeding, but he did not die and became dementia. He trembled all over and looked at the stupid man with bloody diarrhea and couldn't believe it was him.

The scene changed, and he was lying in a cold coffin, but he heard the curses of the people around him.

"Our whole family has been implicated by you, why do you want to assassinate His Majesty? You will be stabbed a thousand times."

"You don't want to live in peace while you are alive. If you die, you will drag us with you to be buried with you."

The people around him didn't feel any pain about his death, only endless curses.

Santao suddenly covered his neck with both hands and felt it was difficult to breathe. His face was pale and he was gasping for air.

Why was it different from what he expected?
If he really dies, will this be his outcome?
In this case, he would not dare to die.

He didn't really want to die, he just wanted to scare His Majesty.Panic and fear spread all over his face. Ye Zhiyu grabbed his hand and gently pressed it on one of his acupuncture points. Sang Tao woke up immediately, but his legs were weak and he sat on the ground feebly, patting his hands with lingering fear. chest.

Seeing that he was sweating profusely, Feng Wuming glanced at Ye Zhiyu: "Sang Aiqing, are you okay?"

Sang Tao breathed in the fresh air and shook his head blankly. After a while, he came back to his senses, glanced at the pillar and quickly looked back.

A sneer flashed across Ye Zhiyu's eyes.

I thought I wasn’t afraid of death.

"You pack your things now and leave the palace." Sang Tao looked at Ye Zhiyu, his aura weakened a bit.

Ye Zhiyu nodded and returned to the courtyard to pack his things.

She looked at Sang Tao who was following her and raised her eyebrows: "Master Sang, do you want to follow me in? Isn't it inappropriate for you, a man, to go in?"

Only then did Sang Tao realize it and took two steps back: "I'm waiting for you right here. Don't be too nagging."

She turned around and went in, briefly packing her things, thinking of Xiaojiu and Xiaofeng Tuan.

After thinking about it, I decided to go meet the two of them.

Carrying the baggage, she was going to see Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan. When Sang Tao learned that she was going to see them, he immediately became vigilant.

"What did you see them do?"

Ye Zhiyu was speechless and said coldly: "Mr. Sang, that is my child. Do I need a reason to see my child?"

"Master Sang, there is no need to guard against me like a thief. Since I promised to keep the children in the palace, I will not take them away secretly."

Feng Wuming went to deal with other things.

Without Feng Wuming watching from his side, Sang Tao turned black and said sarcastically: "Your scheming is more terrifying than a thief."

"There is a lot of bad water, who knows which of what you say is true and which is false."

Ye Zhiyu was too lazy to pay attention to him. When he arrived at the yard where Hua Niang was placed, he saw Feng Wuming.

She froze for a moment.

Xiaofeng Tuan rode on his neck, hugged his neck and cheered. The joyful laughter was very beautiful and echoed in the yard.

Xiao Jiu chased the two people behind. He was still young, and his calves and arms could not catch up with Feng Wuming's long legs. However, he refused to admit defeat. He gritted his teeth and wanted to run faster. His little face was red with heat, and his eyes were Shiny.

Ye Zhiyu looked at the three of them, the corners of her lips raised.

Sure enough, no matter how much maternal love is given, it cannot replace father's love.

Mother's love and father's love are indispensable.

Any lack of one between the two is a pity, and they cannot replace each other.

Father's love and mother's love are expressed in different ways.

Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan said that as long as they had her, they would be fine, but she hadn't seen them so happy for a long time.

"Mother." Xiaofeng Tuan saw her, hugged Feng Wuming's head and said softly: "Put me down, mother, I want a hug from mother."

Feng Wuming stopped, walked to her side step by step, carefully picked up the little Feng Tuan and handed it to her.

Ye Zhiyu took her over and looked at Xiao Jiu who was rushing over and signaled to Feng Wuming to catch him.

Feng Wuming knelt down and was thrown into his arms.

He couldn't explain how he felt now. He wanted to pat him on the back, but Xiaojiu gasped and pushed him away, hugging Ye Zhiyu's legs.

"Mom, are you leaving?" He glanced at the bundle on the ground and thought about it.

"Take my sister and me with you."

(End of this chapter)