Dressed as a sweet bag in the heart of a tyrant

Chapter 42 Concubine Mother...Are you afraid?

Wei Chen's hands resting on the armrests were tightly clenched into fists.

Only he himself knows...

How much strength is needed to suppress the anger in my heart without changing my face.

"But..." Hei Jian didn't finish his sentence.

The housekeeper came in a hurry: "Report to Master, they are here again!"

Although it was not stated clearly, everyone present understood it.

Against the master's cold chill, the housekeeper bit the bullet and continued: "Moreover, the guards started fighting!"

"What!" Hei Jian was startled, and hurriedly asked, "Which side made the first move?"

If those two crazy women were charged with the crimes above and below, the guards would probably lose their lives.

"This..." The housekeeper hesitated for a moment, then replied in a low voice: "The thing is like this..."

He described what happened in the hall one by one.

After listening to the butler's words, Wei Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

Even though he is disabled now, the people in his Zhanwangfu are not to be bullied by everyone.

Wei Chen slowly let go of his hands, and straightened his clothes in a slow manner.

Suddenly, he said: "Black Sword!"

"The subordinate is here." Hei Jian knelt on one knee, waiting for the order.

Wei Chen: "Assassinate this king, shoot him to death!"

Hei Jian suddenly raised his head: "Ah?"

He didn't quite understand, is it what he thought?

"What? Can't understand?"

Wei Chen Gujing Wubo's eyes were full of murderous intent: "From now on, anyone who trespasses in the Palace of War will be treated as an assassin!"

After hesitating for a moment, he added: "Except for Princess Tianyou."

There is a faint premonition in my heart that the little milk cat will not give up easily.

"..." Hei Jian was at a loss for a moment.

Immediately, suddenly realized.

He was ecstatic and said: "Yes! This subordinate obeys!"

The master finally officially counterattacked, and they no longer had to watch the master suffer humiliation, but they could only swallow their anger.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he stood up straight and looked at the butler: "Take care of the master."

Finally, a whistle was blown into the air.

In an instant, more than a dozen black knights wearing ghost king masks appeared together.

Hei Jian glanced at them, and said murderously, "Go! Go vent your anger!"

"Yes!" The black cavalry guards were gearing up, and Qiqi took the order.

With a turn, everyone disappeared instantly.

Wei Chen withdrew his gaze and said coldly, "Go back to the main hall."

"Yes!" The butler quickly returned to his senses.

There was some worry in my heart.

Pushing the wheelchair, he couldn't help but look at his master.

Psychological speculation: did the master make such a decision out of anger?
Or did you decide to fight back after careful consideration?

How could Wei Chen not notice the butler's gaze?
He squeezed the aching brows, and asked impatiently, "Do you have any doubts?"

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, before realizing that the master asked himself again.

He hesitated to answer: "Master, if the emperor..."

Before the words finished, Wei Chen interrupted in a cold voice: "I am waiting!"

Although he suspected that his father had plans in his heart, it didn't mean he could accept it.

Since the father chose to abandon him in the face of interests.

From now on, he will only live for himself.

Anyone who hurt him, harmed him, humiliated him, or bullied him will not be let go!
"..." The butler didn't speak.

I just prayed in my heart, hoping that the emperor would show something.

Don't break the master's heart completely.

After all, this insignificant paternal love is already the last spiritual sustenance of the master.

If even the father's love is gone, then the master will...

Over the years, the master has been relying on the responsibility belonging to the God of War and the father-son affection for the emperor, to keep his sanity when the poison occurs again and again, and not let himself lose his mind.

But from his most recent observations, the toxicity has become significantly more difficult to control.

Although they are powerless, more of them are self-defeating.

If this continues, he is really worried that his master will fall.

While thinking, a master and a servant finally came to the main hall.

The sound of swords and swords had long since faded away, and the entire main hall was dead silent.

Only the wheelchair rolls, making the sound of 'rolling rolls'.

At the tip of the nose, there is a strong smell of blood.

In the main hall, blood flowed like a river, and corpses were everywhere.

"Ha ha……"

The sudden laughter woke up the two women in the high position.

"Ahhh..." Wei Xixing hugged his head, frightened out of his wits: "Impossible, this is impossible..."

Brother Huang has never resisted, so it is impossible for him to really kill her.

This must be fake!

It's her hallucination.

Yes, it must be an illusion.

Concubine Rong came back to her senses, her face turned pale and she said, "Wei Chen, you are presumptuous!"

She stood up abruptly, raised her hand and overturned the table case to the ground, rolling out several steps.

"You are not as good as a beast, do you still want to kill your mother?"

Wei Chen raised his eyebrows, and said meaningfully: "Mother Concubine... Are you afraid?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, the tone is very certain.

That face was still domineering, but those trembling legs and that pale face betrayed her.

This woman is afraid of death!

Wei Chen thought to himself: So, is she also afraid?
"..." Concubine Rong froze.

His eyes subconsciously scanned the entire hall.

The maids and guards she brought were all hacked to death.

Yes, it's not a one-shot solution.

Instead, it was hacked to death without any internal force, like venting.

Especially her personal nuns and maids, who were almost chopped into meat sauce.

She had never experienced such a scene.

It's hard to imagine that Wei Chen, a filial 'son', would turn his butcher's knife on her one day.

A chill that seemed to be on the neck of a knife made her breathless.

She wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible and get rid of the horrible atmosphere here.

However, she couldn't do it.

because……

Her legs went limp in embarrassment.

With a bang, she fell back on the chair.

Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths.

After a long time, she opened her eyes and said, "Aren't you afraid of offending Tianwei because you hurt your father's confidants?"

Wei Chen evoked a strange smile, squinting at the commander of the Imperial Guard in the black sword.

He asked lightly, "What did you see today?"

"..." The imperial guards commanded a spirit.

Mingming's voice was extremely soft, like a whisper.

But he inexplicably felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and rushing straight to his forehead.

He thought of the time when this man bravely killed the enemy on the battlefield and responded to every call.

The King of War at that time was the God of War that everyone feared!
It is the belief of the people of Wei State!

But who can imagine it?
The dignified God of War was hurt so far by his biological mother and younger sister!
Suddenly, he made a decision in his mind.

Pushing away the black sword, he knelt down on one knee and said, "I report to the King of Zhan, this subordinate saw with my own eyes that the imperial concubine and empress ordered the entire palace of the King of Zhan to be wiped out."

"!!!"

Concubine Rong's pupils shrank: "Bold!"

She pointed at the commander of the imperial guards, gritted her teeth and said, "Aren't you afraid of being punished by the nine clans if you bully the emperor so much?"

The commander of the imperial guards glanced at her indifferently: "What the commander said is true, when will he deceive the emperor?"

At the end, I added another sentence: "This commander is an orphan, so why come from the Nine Clans?"

"..." Concubine Rong.

"..." Everyone.

　good morning babies

　　
　
(End of this chapter)