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When Zhang Ziliu rushed to the harem in a rage, he ran into Na Ren's funeral preparations. Everyone in the palace was busy, and no one cared about the irritability of the new prime minister at the moment. In fact, not many people cared about a minion like him. No one understands this truth better than the people in the harem.

As soon as he stepped into Li Qian's bedroom, Zhang Ziliu was grabbed by the collar by Li Qian. Behind Li Qian, the newly hung wedding curtains, red lights and hydrangea still maintained the dazzling luster of a happy event, but the lifeless woman on the bed had turned into a whirlpool leading to hell, freezing all the red and happy atmosphere into a bleak Ash.

"Look at the good things you have done!" Li Qian's roaring voice echoed in the empty dormitory, scaring the only two attendants to flee. "It was you who persuaded me to marry her! Now that she is dead, you Be responsible!”

Zhang Ziliu originally had a demonic nature, but he lurked for fame and fortune at first. Now that trouble has caused Xiao Qiang, his emotions exploded like a volcano, and he pushed Li Qian three feet away. With a scoff, his clothes were scratched to pieces by Li Qian, making the scene even more embarrassing.

"What good thing did I do? Mr. Li, do you dare to say that you married this girl because you loved her, and you didn't covet Turing's Tatar soldiers who are good at fighting?"

Li Qian's face turned red, and he pulled out his sword with a cry: "How dare you talk to me like this, don't forget your identity! If I hadn't promoted you, would you be where you are today?"

Zhang Ziliu sneered twice: "You can't look down on your wife, and you still have the nerve to criticize me? If these Tatar girls hadn't let Shen Hongye go, and hadn't been stupid enough to commit suicide to apologize, would the city be in such chaos now? I would have told you a long time ago I said that I would seize Shen Hongye, blackmail Xiao Yunxi, trap Li Li, and monitor Mu Tong - but now... you have ruined it all! Until now, you still don't know what it means to stage a show here, bah, what about the Zhaoyin royal family bloodline? Useless stuff, bah!”

Li Qian's face turned pale again: "The city is in chaos? What kind of chaos?"

Zhang Ziliu cursed angrily: "It has only been a few days since we took the city. Do you think these red-waisted troops have really surrendered to you? Isn't it just that they are leaderless and are temporarily surrendering? If they can't catch Xiao Yunxi, they are not practical to begin with. Now Shen Hongye and Mu Tong also ran away...and Lang Yan—Lang Yan—hum!"

Li Qian was a little panicked, but still calmed down: "...It doesn't matter, our Chutian Alliance still has tens of thousands of troops. As long as we suppress it forcefully, of course..."

Zhang Ziliu said: "Chu Tianmeng? Who do you think you are in the Chutian League? If you have this ability and status, why should I put Li Li under house arrest?"

Li Qian thought for a moment in panic and said, "I'm going to find my eldest brother... I'm going to apologize to my eldest brother and ask him to take charge of the overall situation!"

Zhang Ziliu watched him walking away quickly, and a sneer suddenly appeared on his lips - this childish prince actually thought that an apology could save the situation. Apologize? How to apologize? It was Zhang Ziliu who instigated Li Qian's restoration. If Li Qian admits his mistake, who should admit it next? What's the cost of admitting your mistake?

The moment they passed by, Zhang Ziliu raised his palm and silently pressed it on the back of Li Qian's heart, exerting force suddenly.

The muscles and bones exploded in an instant. Li Qian snorted and slapped it on the ground like a bag full of chaff. He raised his head with difficulty, and it was difficult to pronounce clearly because of the gushing blood in his mouth and tongue: "Dead slave...how dare you...sneak attack..."

Zhang Ziliu dragged Li Qian up with his arms and stuffed his limp body into a cupboard full of quilts. Without saying a word, he pulled the thick quilt over Li Qian's mouth and nose. There is no need to be stingy about abandoning a son.

After saying "The prince is in deep sorrow, please leave him alone" to the shivering attendant at the door, he walked along the brick road to the cold palace where Li Li was imprisoned.

The door creaked open, and Li Li's voice came from the darkness immediately, with a sharp and alert tone: "Who is it?"

Zhang Ziliu responded: "It's me, are you disappointed?"

Li Li said solemnly: "Ask Li Qian to come see me." His voice was hoarse, obviously lacking in strength. Zhang Ziliu closed the heavy palace door and lit the only candle in the hall. The candlelight flickered, making his face become more and more distorted. In the corner, Li Li was tied up and thrown on a large palace bed. The intricate and beautiful brocade underneath him was stained with stinky stains - obviously, he had been imprisoned here and almost no one cared about him. So what if the surroundings are surrounded by antiques and curios? It should be a cage, or a cage.

Zhang Ziliu stepped forward and pulled Li Li up by his hair: "You are still so arrogant these days when you are hungry. You are really made of iron. You are stronger than Li Qian."

Li Li said nothing, just stared at Zhang Ziliu, his eyes like daggers.

"Tsk, you wolf cub." Zhang Ziliu raised his hand and gave him a slap in the face, "I can't bear to see that look in your eyes. You are an untamable thing."

Li Li said coldly: "Ask Li Qian to come see me. Since you can do it, you should have the face to admit it."

Zhang Ziliu smiled and said: "You are very straight." He threw Li Li to the ground, picked up a chair and threw it on Li Li's back - Li Li gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, but his expression It's as miserable as a ghost.

Zhang Ziliu seemed to be going crazy and kept hitting Li Li: "Tell you to stand up straight, tell you to stand up straight! One is like this, two is like this, three is like this! Damn Lang Yan, Damn Li Li, damn Shen Hongye! Why, why don’t you beg for mercy! Why!”

"Kill me if you can." Li Li smiled, "I won't lose to Little Ye Zi."

Zhang Ziliu beat him for a long time, until he lost all his strength, and then he gave up a little: "You want to die... you want to die... I won't let you die. You are still useful." He took out a piece of paper from his bra , suddenly unfolded in front of Li Li, pointed at a list of names in the lower right corner, and asked: "Do you recognize this sign?"

Zhang Ziliu's finger was pointing at a zigzag symbol.

Li Li took a quick look and smiled again: "Isn't this the map of Prince Li's Tomb? How many copies do you have? How many people do you plan to deceive?"

Zhang Ziliu grabbed his hair, pulled his face and neck to an unbearable angle, and asked fiercely: "Answer my question! Is this logo the logo of your Fengrui camp? Tell me!"

Li Li closed his eyes: "I don't know him."

Zhang Ziliu's cheek twitched: "Don't you know? Okay, I'll tell you you don't know." He turned to the palace gate and shouted: "Bring me the ladies named Long!"

There was a commotion outside the door, and Long Jinyue's cry was clearly audible: "What are you going to do? What are you going to do! Stop, stop!"

Li Li opened his eyes suddenly: "Call Li Qian! I want to ask Li Qian, what is he going crazy about? That's his sister-in-law! That's his friend!"

Zhang Ziliu shrugged and smiled: "If you shout to the sky, you might still be able to hear him before he's gone far."

Li Li's eyes were bloodshot: "Did you kill him?"