The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 1023: Traitors Must Be Punished

Xiao Jiu was not worried that Wei Pingting would run away, nor did he think about winning her heart.

He felt that he could keep his word and that one day he would present her with the ceremony of a prince, promise her glory and protect her from worries.

These promises only need to be made once, there is no need to repeat them all the time. He looked at the cheerful little girl and felt that he would have to live with a child in the future.

This is good. He had originally decided to go to Tiema City to look after the charcoal seller's children, so now he could temper his character in advance.

The young man had a plan in mind, not just an impulse. This idea had been lingering in his mind for a long time, and every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he would always recall the days when he was a guard.

He suddenly felt very sad.

It was my wedding, but the charcoal seller was not there.

He lowered his head to hide the redness in his eyes.

Shi Anxia saw it all and remained silent.

How she wanted to tell the boy that life is full of surprises, but also of dark moments.

Only by walking uprightly, maintaining an innocent heart, resisting temptation, enduring torment, and keeping to the bottom line, can we see the bright moon through the clouds.

The world is turbid, and many people have lost their original intentions. But she believes that some people are born with light, and their brilliance will not diminish even in the dark.

Shi Anxia had to admit that Emperor Zhaowu had hurt her and Xiao Yunde deeply.

When the few people came out of the Nanshan Palace, the night was already as dark as ink.

The moonlight was crushed to pieces by horse hooves, splashing tiny silver rays on the official road.

In the distance, the outline of the capital city was hidden in the darkness, and the city gate glowed blood-red under the light of torches.

Before the carriage got closer, a war horse was seen standing up outside the city gate, and its front hooves stepped out two sparks on the bluestone slabs.

The man on the horse was Ma Chuyi, who was secretly transferred back from Bixia Pass. He controlled the tall horse, jumped off, and whispered to An Xia's carriage when he approached.

In a moment, he gave the order, "Open the city gate——"

The heavy door hinges groaned. As the carriage slowly drove in, the iron horses on the eaves jingled in the night wind, and the hexagonal gilded lanterns swayed in unison.

Wei Pingting was startled by the solemn and murderous atmosphere inside the city gate, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched Shi Anxia's sleeves, "Sister Xia'er, will there be a river of blood tonight?"

"Scared?"

Wei Pingting nodded, then shook her head, "I'm not afraid."

She felt inexplicably at ease following Shi Anxia.

Shi Anxia smiled faintly and raised her hand to tidy up her hair that was blown by the night wind. "Now that the city gate has returned to General Ma, the next step is just to close the gate and beat the dog."

The night wind lifted the curtains of the carriage, as if allowing one to see the smoke of war torn by the moonlight at a glance.

The sound of armor colliding could be heard in the distance, and Ma Chuyi was gesticulating silently in the shadows.

The torches meandered all the way into the imperial city.

The first whistling arrow has torn through the night sky. Then comes the second, the third...

Shi Anxia counted silently in his heart, eleven, twelve... Twelve whistling arrows exploded in the sky above the imperial city, and the red silk at the tails of the arrows fell like a waterfall of blood.

The wheels rolled over the golden bricks of the Imperial Road faster, almost running wildly, making a dull rumbling sound.

The night is particularly dark tonight.

……

In the imperial city, golden swords reflected fire and iron horses neighed in the wind.

The coalition forces of the four great families entered the empty land and broke through the nine palace gates. Twelve whistling arrows exploded, like blood gushing out.

Gui Sifang narrowed his eyes and looked at the fleeing imperial guards, feeling inexplicably panicked.

It seemed that the Imperial Guards' formation during the retreat was even more orderly than during the attack, as if it was a strategy to lure the enemy that had been practiced thousands of times.

"Stop!" He suddenly drew his sword and reined in his horse, the blade drawing a silver arc in the moonlight.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and his cry of "stop" was drowned out by the sound of fighting among the coalition forces.

Guo Jindong and the Guo family members rushed to the inner court like hungry wolves, and the private soldiers of the Qin and Lin families also rushed there like a tide.

"Why are you hesitating, Lord Gui?" Lin Wensong galloped over, looking smug and indescribably high-spirited. "Prince Li is dead, and the emperor has been captured by me."

"Really?" Gui Sifang was still skeptical, "You caught him with your own hands? Where is he?"

Lin Wensong was questioned, and the boss was very unhappy, "Are you still doubting my people?"

"Then you didn't do it yourself!" Gui Sifang's heart sank again.

“But I saw it with my own eyes!” Lin Wensong was furious. “Just do your own job and leave me alone!”

Gui Sifang: “…”

He patted his horse and walked forward, not bothering to pay attention to him.

His heart was pounding, and he felt that everything was going too smoothly. So smoothly...there was no bleeding at all.

Were the four great families too strong? Or was Beiyi originally weak? Did he imagine Xiao Yunde to be too terrifying?

He suddenly thought of someone!

Gui Sifang suddenly turned the reins of his horse, and the mud splashed by the horse's front hooves fell on Lin Wensong's brocade robe.

He approached and grabbed the man's collar, and the armor and jade belt collided with a harsh sound. "Let me ask you, have you captured Princess Haiyan in Prince Li's Mansion?"

Lin Wensong's throat rolled, but he still managed a sneer, "Master Gui, are you trying a prisoner?" He deliberately dragged out his voice to hide his inner panic, "Princess Haiyan...should have been caught."

"You should!" Gui Sifang threw him to the ground and said angrily, "If you catch it, you catch it. If you don't catch it, you don't catch it. How can you say you should?"

Lin Wensong hated Gui Sifang's domineering attitude the most. It was obvious that everyone had equal status, but this man acted superior and bossed him around.

He got up in a panic and suddenly found that everyone was staring at him. He realized belatedly that Gui Sifang was deliberately making trouble in public.

Cold sweat soaked his inner clothes. He was angry, but still forced a sneer, "Lord Gui has great authority! If you are worried, go to Prince Li's mansion and see for yourself! Catch him yourself! Guard him yourself."

Gui Sifang heard from these words that the reason why Lin Wensong rushed into the palace was because he was afraid that his contribution to the king's defense would not be noticed by Emperor Zhaowu.

This is to show off your achievements.

Gui Sifang rode on his horse and glared coldly, "If we lose, you will be the culprit!"

Lin Wensong was stunned, but not to be outdone, he dusted himself off and said, "Don't scare me! We haven't even started rewarding people for their contributions yet, and Lord Gui has already declared himself second to none? Haha!"

He became more determined to rush into the imperial city to grab the credit. Only by appearing before Emperor Zhaowu in a protective manner at the first opportunity could he leave an impression of being reliable in the emperor's mind.

Gui Sifang's heart sank, his arms were so weak that he could hardly hold the long sword in his hand. "Have you forgotten who died under the Six Gods Temple? You..."

Before he could finish his words, heavy mechanical sounds suddenly came from the four corners of the imperial city. Twelve iron gates fell at the same time, completely locking the nine gates.

The iron horses on the eaves roared at this moment, and the bronze horses slowly turned their heads under the gaze of everyone, from a defensive posture facing the enemy outside to a hunting posture charging inward.

A dark figure slowly approached in the murderous night wind, "Traitor, you must be executed!"