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The terrifying killing intent made everyone present hold their breath.

The wives of the court officials looked tense and worried; some even clenched their fists, ready to plead for Song Qingning.

Under that fierce killing intent, the envoys from the South and North couldn't help but gasp, feeling a cool breeze brush against their necks.

They even had the illusion that the murderous intent was directed at them.

But thinking of the situation inside the artificial hill, the envoy quickly put his mind at ease.

The Northern Rong envoy wanted Tuoba Rui to die in Dajing, while the Southern Lin envoy wanted to kill Song Qingning to avenge Xiao Ling. Since both sides had the same goal, they quickly reached an agreement.

Xie Xuanjin's killing intent was their blade.

The stronger the killing intent, the sharper the knife.

Under Xie Xuanjin's persistent questioning, the Beirong envoy took a deep breath and answered with certainty, "Yes!"

The killing intent in Xie Xuanjin's eyes intensified.

"Your Majesty, the Third Prince is confused, but today's matter has nothing to do with Bei Rong. Please, Your Majesty, consider my selfless report and do not take your anger out on Bei Rong."

The North Korean envoy pleaded for mercy.

He remained unaware that the young emperor's murderous intent was about to burn him.

"I will not hold a grudge! But those who deserve to die, I will not let a single one go." Xie Xuanjin withdrew his gaze from the envoy from Beirong and looked up at the artificial hill that was close at hand.

The atmosphere was frighteningly tense.

After a long pause, Xie Xuanjin finally gave the order, "Men, bring everyone out of there!"

Upon receiving the order, Wan Liang immediately gave a wink to the accompanying guards.

Several guards rushed into the artificial hill, and in no time they brought out two people and threw them roughly on the ground.

The Imperial Garden was dimly lit at night.

It was vaguely discernible that the two were a man and a woman. The man was lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious, while the woman was lying down, her face and entire body covered by a black cloak.

"Is there anyone else in the artificial hill?" Xie Xuanjin asked in a cold voice.

"Your Majesty, there is no one else but them."

Everyone stared at the person on the ground, their brows still furrowed.

The envoy from Beirong was already impatient. Seeing Tuoba Rui lying face down, he knelt down and leaned forward, trying to turn him over so that everyone could see his face.

"Third Prince, you're confused!" the Bei Rong envoy cried out as he turned the man over.

With a clear purpose, he easily flipped the man over.

The man's face was exposed to everyone's view.

Although the light was dim, some people were still able to see it clearly.

"This is the Third Prince of Beirong?" It was Lin Shaoqing who spoke.

He was in charge of receiving the envoys from both countries and was the official in the Dajing court who had the most contact with Tuoba Rui. He recognized him at a glance.

Obviously, that's not it!

When the North Korean envoy saw the face clearly, his mind went blank and his body froze instantly.

No?

How could it not be?

He personally threw the person into the artificial hill, how could it not be Tuoba Rui?

And the face before me...

The North Korean envoy recognized him.

He subconsciously looked up in the direction of the Nanlin envoy, as if to ask him why Tuoba Rui had become the Nanlin person he was meeting with!

But how could the envoy from the south know this?

At this moment, the envoy from the south was also in shock.

The Nanlin man who had fainted on the ground was someone he had sent to meet with the Beirong envoy, and who was also guarding the artificial hill, preparing to subdue Song Qingning and stage the scene.

According to the plan, he had everything settled and should leave before they arrived.

But why...?

"As a minister of the Northern Rong, how could you mistake even your Third Prince?" Lin Shaoqing raised his voice.

Given the current situation, a guess popped into his mind, a guess that made him angry.

The Northern Rong envoy was startled and hurriedly looked away, but the other court officials present had all noticed the glance he had given to the Southern Lin envoy.

Something's fishy! Something's incredibly fishy!

In an instant, the court officials became alert, and almost everyone's eyes switched to a fighting stance.

"Why are you looking at the envoy from Nanlin?"

"This person you mistook for someone else, though dressed in the clothes of my Great Jing, why does he look so much like someone from Nanlin?"

"It seems that not only Beirong, but Nanlin also needs to give a proper explanation!"

The officials of the Great Jing Dynasty launched a massive attack, one after another, and even the envoy from the Southern Lin Kingdom knelt down in fear.

"This... I don't know what happened either, this person..." The envoy from Nanlin looked at the unconscious person, wondering where things had gone wrong.

At this moment, his mind was in chaos. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.

Princess……

The princess also came to the palace tonight.

Things have gone wrong, and that princess...

Just as the envoy from the south was thinking of this, he suddenly heard a woman's soft moan.

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a woman lying on the ground, covered by a cloak, move.

The woman stirred, as if suddenly realizing something, and sat up in surprise.

As she moved, the cloak that had been covering her entire body slipped down, revealing her face and body.

Her face was unremarkable; in a crowd, no one would fail to notice her.

But I am absolutely certain that it is not Song Qingning!

Although the envoy from Beirong had never met Mingyue Xian, he had seen her portrait.

He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and became even more certain that something bad had happened!

He couldn't predict what the consequences would be.

The envoy from Beirong looked fearful and uneasy, while the envoy from Nanlin looked even more clearly terrified.

The reason is simple: the woman's face was Xiao Yue's disguise!

How did the princess end up in the artificial hill?

Countless questions flooded the mind of the envoy from Nanlin. He wanted to explain, but his mind went completely blank and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Why are you trembling?" Xie Xuanjin's gaze fell on the envoy from Nanlin.

The envoy from the south trembled, his forehead pressed to the ground, "Your subject, your subject..."

His voice seemed to be tied in knots, and he couldn't finish his sentence for a long time.

"Afraid? It seems this woman makes you more nervous than this man from Nanlin." Xie Xuanjin narrowed his eyes, the killing intent in them as strong as before.

The envoys from both countries were then shocked to realize that, from beginning to end, the Emperor of Dajing's murderous intent was not directed at Tuoba Rui and Song Qingning, but at them!

He had already discovered their plan!

He realized their plan and decided to play along, gathering evidence to bring them all to justice.

"Your Majesty the Great Jing..." The envoy from Nanlin became increasingly flustered.

Xie Xuanjin ignored the man and instead looked at the woman, coldly asking, "I ask you, who are you?!"

Upon hearing the voice, Xiao Yue looked up in fright and her breath caught in her throat when she met Xie Xuanjin's sharp gaze.

Xiao Yue recalled what had just happened. She had been hiding in the shadows, ready to enjoy the show, but unexpectedly, a wave of dizziness struck her, and before she could figure out what was happening, she lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, it was just now.

The situation before her left her somewhat at a loss.

But he soon realized that tonight's plan had gone wrong.

How could anything go wrong?!

She wanted Song Qingning dead and to ruin her reputation; she wouldn't allow anything to go wrong!

In a flash, a madness flickered in Xiao Yue's eyes, and she made a decision.