as ice-cold, especially her feet, which were so cold as if they were icicles. 。It's been said for ages that some women are born with cold constitutions and no matter how long they sleep in winter, the...Several guards, hearing Zhao Cheng's promise, one by one showed excited expressions. Two men immediately roared and rushed towards Zhao Cheng.

A real sword fight has officially begun, and the spectators watching from the sidelines cheered with approval. The roars of the crowd rose and fell, making the entire banquet seem like **.

In the corner, Qin Luoyan's eyes darted around nervously, instinctively looking towards Yixing who sat in the main seat. Yixing just happened to look her way as well, even giving Xu Hou a worried glance.

Xu Hou then nodded in agreement with Chong Yisheng's soothing words, and leaned closer to Qin Luoyan. His hand silently reached for the long sword under the table.

A sudden change happened in the blink of an eye.

Just as Zhao Cheng and several guards were in the heat of battle, one of the guards who had seemed helpless suddenly sprang up. He flung his spear aside and drew a sharp dagger, its blade gleaming menacingly. In an instant, he lunged at Zhao Cheng's lower abdomen.

"Good boy, you actually used a sneak attack!" Zhao Cheng raised an eyebrow, but didn't take it to heart. As a general, he naturally understood the principle of using any means necessary. He reached out and pulled a guard in front of him, originally thinking that this would be foolproof. Who knew that the guard holding the dagger wouldn't slow down at all, instead becoming even faster as he thrust the dagger forward.

The dagger plunged into the thigh of a guard being used as a shield by Zhao Cheng, then stabbed into Zhao Cheng's abdomen!

Turns out, the dagger was a blade within a blade, hidden inside was a miniature universe!

Zhao Cheng felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He pushed aside the guards and saw that blood was flowing from his lower abdomen. But the blood wasn't bright red, it was a dark, purplish-black.

"Poison!" Zu Che suddenly realized that things had gone beyond his control. He raised his head and roared, "Assassin!"

But the moment his words left his mouth, he slumped to the ground powerless. The poison was far more potent than he had anticipated, robbing him of his strength in an instant. He felt dizzy and disoriented, completely unable to control his body as he fell.

Around the banquet hall were many of Zaocheng's loyal confidantes. Hearing Zaocheng's shout, they immediately reacted, a group of soldiers rushed into the field and began to encircle those few guards. It seemed that civil and military officials hadn't expected such a situation, so they all panicked and fled in confusion.

Among Zhao Cheng's trusted warriors, there were valiant generals who quickly commanded their troops to surround the banquet. Unfortunately, when his men were in action, more soldiers poured out from the garden entrance, and archers took positions on the wall, ready for battle.

By this time, who didn't know that today's banquet had already become a trap set by others.

Zo Cheng saw the scene in a daze, another mouthful of blood spurting out. He was unable to move, could only widen his eyes and look at the only person present who remained calm, still seated on the monarch's throne, Yi Sheng.

"It's you" Zocheng gritted his teeth and roared out the words.

A boy of about ten years old, remained calm amidst the chaos. He simply looked coldly at Zuo Cheng lying on the ground. When Zuo Cheng asked that question, Yi Sheng calmly stood up and slowly walked to Zuo Cheng's face.

"Well, it's me." Those three simple words were enough to drastically change Zuocheng's expression.

Zuo Cheng, at this moment, seemed unable to believe what he was seeing. He never would have believed that a boy of barely ten years old, who yesterday had been as frail as a newborn puppy, could today transform into a dragon capable of consuming him whole.

"Impossible, how could you possibly have this much power... No, it's not you, it can't be you..." Zuo Cheng's head felt muddled, but the general who had just walked off the battlefield possessed an willpower that surpassed ordinary people. He strained his thoughts, "Who... Who..."

Yīngshēng did not answer his question, but instead looked down at Zuochéng from a position of superiority, saying, "What do you think of my imperial uncle"

Zocheng didn't know why he asked the question, nor did he answer it.

"With my uncle's kind of strength, he could also sit as the king of Man Country. What do you think he relies on" Yisheng asked again.

Zaocheng's face suddenly changed, as if he had heard some rumor, but couldn't believe it. "Legend has it that there are some mysterious hidden families with immense power, even capable of influencing the succession of the royal family! Could it be..."

"Right." Yisheng nodded, pointing at the people battling with Zaocheng's men. "Look at them, they look familiar, don't they"

Zo Cheng turned his head with difficulty, faintly seeing the people fighting. His face was filled with terror because many of them were from his army. However, he never imagined that those people were not only loyal to him but also not loyal to the Man Kingdom royal family. They were loyal to those aristocratic families. This showed how profound the background of those hidden families truly was.

Although Zuo Cheng brought some troops into the palace this time, his main army was still outside the city. He never expected there to be hidden forces within his own ranks, so he was completely unprepared. In just a short while, his men were either killed or injured, and their blood pooled together like a small stream, winding its way towards Zuo Cheng's position. It instantly soaked his clothes.

That was the hot, scalding blood of his warriors.

Zocheng's breath grew weaker, he retracted his gaze, as if knowing his fate was irreversible. Though discontent showed on his face, he still couldn't help but tell Yisheng: "Let them go, I will have my army outside the city surrender."

This seems like a very tempting offer. For Yisheng, being able to subdue Zuo Cheng's troops without lifting a finger is a huge temptation.

So when Zhao Cheng brought it up, Yisheng hesitated. He frowned, as if deep in thought.

Just then, Qin Luoyan arrived before Yingsheng under Xu Hou's escort. In the midst of the chaos, with a master like Xu Hou by her side, Qin Luoyan remained unharmed.

"Yìshēng," Qin Luòyān softly called out his name, but her expression was grave as she said to him, "There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. You have to think carefully about what Zuóchéng meant."

Yi Sheng raised his head in surprise, looking at her as if he didn't understand.

Qin Luoyan sighed, reached out and touched Yixing's head, and slowly said: "You are still young, but you should also know that human hearts are treacherous, even a dying person."

Yi Sheng nodded, then frowned and said, "Sister, do you mean that Zhao Cheng is lying to me"

Fu Zi Mo once taught me a lesson, "Cut the grass and eradicate its roots." Qin Luo Yan paused, then added: "Zuo Cheng is already dying, but he still has descendants. He has descendants and soldiers, while you, besides the temporary support of the three major families, what else do you have"

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