Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 153 - Maturity is tears rolling but still smiling
"Idiots! If you want to rebel, you can't do it! Zhan Shuhai! Why did you come here! If it's too late, the only thing left is to collect the corpse!"

Sikong Yu's eyes kept following the drifting away Bianji, and he only glanced at Zhan Shuhai, the admiral of the Nine Schools, who was late in his corner of the eye.

"Forgive me! Something happened on the way here."

"Daddy! Ying'er is about to be beaten to death! Look, the bag is as big as a bowl!"

Zhan Ying rushed to her father's side immediately, with red eyes like the little girl of an ordinary family, pointing to the red mark on her forehead, and acted like a baby to her father.

"Zhan Shuhai! What are you still hesitating about doing there! Do you want me to keep you for dinner! I leave it to you!"

Sikong Yu looked anxiously at Bianji's figure who was about to see news, hurriedly took out something from his sleeve, and threw it on Zhan Shuhai's face.

"I'll leave it to you here, I'll go first, I'll talk about it another day!"

"And you! Girl! You are good looking! But you are still a little tender! In the royal family, maturity is tears rolling in the eyes, but there is still a smile on the face! Come on!"

Before she could finish her words of appreciation, she chased after Bian Ji like a gust of wind.

Zhan Shuhai subconsciously caught the object thrown by Sikong Yu, and took a closer look, er... it turned out to be the leftover chicken skeleton.

Leaving the chicken skeleton behind in embarrassment, a murderous look returned to his face.

"Bold! An important place in the capital! How dare you openly assassinate the emperor's relatives! Come! Capture these traitors and bring them to justice! Hand them over to Dali Temple for punishment!"

Hundreds of Shuofang soldiers in heavy black armor with long knives in their hands rushed out and rushed towards the rioting crowd.

"Your Highness! Concubine! On the way here, I encountered a group of rioters making trouble, so I delayed coming here until now! Please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Zhan Shuhai leaned over and said apologetically.

"It's okay! Thanks to Zhanying who was born and died along the way, I would like to thank Mr. Zhan!"

Sikong Que personally helped Zhan Shuhai and said gratefully.

This crusade started on trumped-up charges was finally saved by the timely assistance of Sikong Yu and Zhan Shuhai.

The crowd finally returned to Prince Shun's mansion where they had been away for a few days with their bodies full of embarrassment.

"Prince! Concubine! You can be regarded as going home!"

At this time, Feng Zhan, who heard the movement, immediately limped towards Sikong Que and Li Qingmei leaning on a cane.

"Feng Zhan! I have wronged you! This king is sorry for you!"

Sikong Que's eyes narrowed slightly, filled with endless guilt and killing intent, he said apologetically to Feng Zhan, who waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, no! The duty of this subordinate! Your Highness, please don't mind! It's just that this subordinate is disabled now, so I may not be able to protect His Highness anymore! Will His Highness change to a more agile guard?"

"It doesn't matter! You will be the steward of this king and manage the affairs of the palace for this king!"

"Feng Zhan! You stay here! Otherwise, the prince will feel uneasy!"

Seeing that Feng Zhan wanted to decline, Li Qingmei hurriedly stepped forward to support his precarious body.

"Princess, is the wound on your face cured..."

Feng Zhan looked at the ferocious red slave character on Li Qingmei's face in surprise, suddenly realized his abruptness, and hurriedly covered the corners of his mouth.

"Well, it doesn't matter, the left and right are just a surface!"

She caressed her cheek, smiled heartlessly, and looked indifferent.

After sending off Zhan Ying and Jananfeng who had been cleaned up, it was already dusk, Sikong Que had many trivial matters to deal with and couldn't get away, so Li Qingmei went back to the bedroom alone.

(End of this chapter)