Fantasy: Giving birth but not raising? Why are you crying when I become the Immortal Emperor?

Chapter 123 The Empress Dedicates Herself! Ye Tian, ​​is my sister beautiful today?
Inside Wanhuafang.

Frightened eyes kept looking towards the room on the top of the broken building. No matter if they were the maids or servants or the guests, their faces turned pale and they were trembling with fear, looking like they had just survived a disaster.

As the wind blew, the thick blood mist gradually dispersed, and the bloody smell filled the air.

Seeing this horrifying scene in front of them, everyone present looked at each other in bewilderment, their eyes flickering wildly with shock and fear, and exclamations were heard one after another.

"This, this, Prince Wuyou was assassinated?!"

"How can it be?!"

“Oh my god, those two Wuyou Palace priests must have been at least at the Refining Void Realm, but they couldn’t even block the assassin’s arrow?!”

"The Crown Prince died suddenly. King Wuyou is probably going crazy."

"Yeah, it looks like something big is going to happen in Da Chu. I'd better go back and pack up this morning and hide away from the limelight!"

"..."

The old brothel owner, who had been cheerfully inviting the girls in the brothel to go upstairs to serve Zhao Feng, now squatted on the ground, staring blankly at the blood mist above her head. A deathly pale color appeared on her face, and her lips could not help but tremble wildly.

"It's over, it's over. Prince Wuyou has been assassinated. The sky is falling!"

Prince Wuyou died in Wanhuafang. No matter who the attacker was, the managers and servants in the workshop would definitely not be spared.

Thinking of the Wuyou Palace's usual tyranny in the capital, and Wuyou Prince Zhao Tianming's notorious reputation, the old procuress trembled violently, and a trace of despair slowly emerged on her sad face.

……

The assassination had just happened not long ago, but there was already movement in Prince Wuyou's Palace.

"What did you say?!!"

The atmosphere in the study was extremely depressing. Uncontrollable spiritual pressure spread out like a flood, and the monstrous rage mixed in it seemed that it would turn the entire palace upside down.

Sitting on the armchair behind the desk, Prince Wuyou Zhao Tianming had a sullen face, his fists were clenched tightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and murderous intent was constantly surging in his gloomy eyes, as if he wanted to devour people.

In front of him, several palace guards in dark blue uniforms knelt on the ground tremblingly, beads of cold sweat dripping from their foreheads and temples, their faces were as pale as paper, and they were full of panic.

The atmosphere of silence and oppression lasted for an unknown amount of time. Zhao Tianming slowly stood up, and with a fierce look he swept over the people crawling on the ground, and said through gritted teeth,

"You said that my son Zhao Feng was assassinated in Wanhuafang just now?"

"No body left?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the guards shuddered violently, bowed their heads to the ground, and knelt deeply, becoming more and more frightened.

Crunch.

Zhao Tianming's fists were clenched so hard that their knuckles turned white. The anger in his heart turned into endless coldness, and the spiritual energy in his body surged wildly, causing the temperature in the entire study room to drop sharply.

"Where are the two servants assigned to my son? What do they do for a living?!"

Zhao Tianming swept his ferocious eyes over the guards in front of him and roared angrily.

The leader replied tremblingly,
"Reply, reply to your Highness, Lord Li and Lord Du didn't even take a single blow from the assassin before they were killed directly by two spiritual arrows."

Hearing this, Zhao Tianming's eyes twitched fiercely and his expression suddenly became extremely gloomy.

The two palace priests were the protectors he specially arranged for his son Zhao Feng. Their cultivation had reached the level of Refining Void Realm, and even in the entire Da Chu, their combat power was quite impressive.

But, they were both killed easily?
What is the strength of the assassin? !

Refining Void Realm Perfection? !

Fusion realm? !

Zhao Tianming's expression kept changing as his mind was filled with thoughts. A feeling of extreme uneasiness suddenly surged into his heart.

Who is behind this, plotting against me?
After a moment of silence, Zhao Tianming came back to his senses and stared fiercely at the people kneeling in front of him, his eyes gleaming with coldness. "Hmph! If you can't protect my son, what's the point of having you trash!"

Before he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves heavily!
The terrifying spiritual power and pressure suddenly poured out wildly, pressing down on the heads of those people like a mountain!
Bang bang bang!
With a dull bang, the guards were crushed into a pool of blood and mud before they could even scream!
The next moment, a roar filled with rage came out from the study room and suddenly exploded over the palace.
"Go!!! Immediately mobilize people to investigate for this king!!!"

"Find out the identity of the assassin. I will skin him alive with my own hands!!!"

……

time flies.

In the imperial palace, in the quiet room for practice.

After sitting for a long time, as the pervasive sword intent converged into his body, Ye Tian, ​​who was sitting cross-legged, trembled slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

There was a gleam of light in those ink-black eyes that seemed to be about to burst out.

After Zimie killed Zhao Feng, he returned to the palace with Xue Yi. He did not go out for several days and continued to practice hard.

He improved his cultivation, comprehended the classics and skills, and refined the immortal sword without any slackness.

He clenched his fists and felt the increasingly strong and long-lasting spiritual energy in his body. The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up into a satisfied smile.

Then, a distant look appeared in his eyes.

The day of the Feixiantai competition is approaching, and the time for the decisive battle with his father Ye Chang is almost here.

At that time, I must win in front of the entire Ye family!

Shortly after he finished his training, he heard a sound of light footsteps outside the meditation room.

Ye Tian raised his head and looked outside, and saw Chu Xi walking in with a smile on his face, carrying a plate of fresh spiritual fruits.

"Haha, is the training over?"

"Come, have some fruit. I just asked the maid to prepare it."

Chu Xi said with a smile, moved closer to him, took a fruit from the fruit plate, and gently placed it to Ye Tian's mouth.

The two of them ate fruit and talked for a while. When Chu Xi was about to leave, his eyes moved and he left a rather ambiguous word.

"Hehe, little guy, remember to go back to the palace early at night. Sister has something to ask you."

……

At night, the bedroom that was originally brightly lit was somehow only lit by dim candlelight.

As soon as Ye Tian stepped in, a fragrant breeze blew past him, and then a charming and delicate body threw itself into his arms.

With the help of candlelight, he looked at the beauty in his arms. The moment he saw her face clearly, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

Chu Xi had light makeup on her face tonight, her red lips were charming and tempting, her pretty face was flushed, and there was a charming smile at the corner of her mouth, showing her enchanting charm.

"Little guy, is your sister beautiful tonight?"

There is a certain intoxicating temptation in the soft whisper.

There was a fascinated look in her beautiful eyes, Chu Xi's cheeks flushed, and she tiptoed to kiss Ye Tian on the lips.

Feeling the warmth of the beauty in his arms, Ye Tian's heart suddenly became extremely hot. He laughed and directly picked up Chu Xi by the waist, and gently put her on the jade couch amid that beautiful exclamation.

As the sound of clothes being torn rang out, a touch of spring light suddenly bloomed in the bedroom.

“It hurts less”

(End of this chapter)