The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

"Brother Crown Prince!"

Su Yaoyao looked at the young man in white robes stained with blood outside the door, her big eyes shining brightly.

She didn't even bother to put down the strainer in her hand, and like a happy little sparrow, she took off and pounced over.

Su Jin's gentle and beautiful face smiled even more deeply.

He stepped over the high threshold quite naturally, letting Su Yaoyao hug his leg.

Despite the 100,000 troops surrounding the city, he strolled around leisurely.

"Yaoyao has grown taller and is even cuter."

Su Jin reached out the hand that had just been holding the severed head, intending to touch his sister's fluffy rabbit hood.

But after glancing at the remaining crimson bloodstains on his fingertips, he calmly withdrew his hand.

He turned to look at the corner of the yard, where there was a brass basin for washing hands.

Su Jin walked over with elegant steps and slowly immersed his slender, fair hands into the cool well water.

The water rippled, and the clear well water was instantly stained with a faint scarlet color, exuding a strange beauty.

His handwashing movements were elegant and meticulous, his well-defined fingers gently rubbing and interlacing in the water.

It was as if he hadn't just snapped the necks of two enemy spies from the Great Yan army.

He simply went to the Imperial Garden and casually picked two red plum blossoms covered in morning dew.

After washing the blood off his hands, he took out a brand new silk handkerchief and carefully dried the water stains on his fingers one by one.

He then walked back to Su Yaoyao and affectionately ruffled her hair.

"You...how did you get here?!"

At the hot pot table not far away, Su Zhen finally came to his senses from the huge shock.

He looked at his eldest son in front of him, and his eye twitched violently.

Shouldn't that brat be in the palace of the Great Yuan Kingdom, obediently overseeing the country and reviewing memorials?

The Great Abyss and the State of Yan are thousands of miles apart, yet this kid dared to abandon his post.

They abandoned the entire country and wandered across borders to Yanjing!

"A country cannot be without a ruler for a single day. What will happen if the court of Daeyu falls into chaos after you leave!"

Although Su Zhen was sternly reprimanding him, his tone didn't carry much blame; rather, it was more of a look of surprise.

Su Jin turned around, faced his father who had run away from home, and respectfully bowed.

"Father, please calm your anger. Your son is not someone who doesn't know what is important."

Su Jin smiled slightly, a smile so gentle it could melt the ice and snow of early spring, but the words he uttered sent chills down one's spine.

"Before I set off for Yan, I had already made proper arrangements for all matters in the court."

"Father, please rest assured that the Great Yuan court is now more stable and peaceful than ever before."

Su Zhen frowned, a strong sense of foreboding suddenly rising in his heart.

He knew his eldest son, whom he was so proud of, all too well.

"How did you arrange it?" Su Zhen swallowed and asked tentatively.

Su Jin spoke in a gentle and ordinary tone.

"It's nothing. I just suggested in court that I would like to visit my father and sister in Yan."

"There were a few ignorant old ministers who insisted on remonstrating to the death, saying that their sons disregarded the country and the people and violated ancestral rules."

"He even wanted to kill himself by crashing into the dragon pillar in the main hall, in order to threaten his son."

"Your Majesty, I think they are too old and their bones are too brittle. It is too hard for them to stand and attend court every day."

"Therefore, I ordered that all the ministers who dared to object have their legs broken."

"To prevent them from continuing to cause trouble in the court, I also had them imprisoned deep in the imperial prison."

Su Jin's smile remained gentle, just like that of a respectful and well-behaved student.

"Now, all the remaining officials in the court fully support my decision, and not one of them opposes it."

"No one will dare to interfere with the whereabouts of Father and your son anymore."

"Father, do you think I have handled the affairs of state properly?"

Quiet.

The entire inner courtyard fell into a deathly silence once again.

Su Zhen opened his mouth, looked at his eldest son who was smiling broadly, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Break the legs of all the ministers who oppose you and lock them in the imperial prison?

Is this what you call absolute stability?!

These methods, this ruthlessness, are a hundred times more brutal than that of a real tyrant!

Su Zhen's lips twitched violently.

In the end, he could only sigh silently to himself.

Well, there's no doubt about the royal genes.

This is not only their biological child, but they have even surpassed their parents in ability!

Ye Honglian, who had been sitting in the armchair, put down the poisoned dart toothpick in her hand.

Her clear, beautiful eyes sized up her eldest son, whom she was meeting for the first time.

Eight years ago, when she faked her death and left the Great Yuan Kingdom, Su Jin was just a cold-faced teenager.

Now, however, he has grown into a gentle and refined yet ruthless prince.

Instead of the slightest rejection, Ye Honglian's eyes flashed with undisguised admiration.

"Excellent, a promising talent for great things."

Ye Honglian stood up, her blood-red dress fluttering slightly in the night wind.

She walked towards Su Jin, her tone carrying a hint of domineering arrogance.

"No wonder he's my son, Ye Honglian's child! That ruthless, insane streak is just like mine!"

Su Jin looked at the stunningly beautiful woman in red before him, without a trace of surprise in his eyes.

His incredible intelligence network had long ago uncovered the true identity of the leader of the Netherworld Cult.

Su Jin bowed naturally, his voice gentle and sincere: "Your subject Su Jin greets Your Majesty."

"Why call me Empress Dowager? Call me Mother!" Ye Honglian waved her hand, her heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.

"Since you're here, let's sit down and eat together! Today, the four of us are truly reunited!"

With Ye Honglian's command, this bizarre cross-border team-building late-night snack party finally completed its last piece of the puzzle.

A family of four, all of them are villains.

A ruthless tyrant who kills without blinking an eye, and a female demon leader who controls the largest evil cult in the Yan Kingdom.

An eight-year-old crazy little girl with a head full of interstellar military industry and deadly poison, and a sickly prince with antisocial personality disorder.

Any one of these four individuals could shake the courts of both countries and cause bloodshed.

Now, however, they are all sitting around the hot pot table in the inner courtyard of the main altar of the cult.

Outside, they were surrounded by an army of 100,000, with torches blazing and deafening battle cries filling the air.

Inside, the charcoal fire crackled and popped, and the hot pot with its red oil bubbled and released an enticing aroma.

Su Zhen diligently served his wife a piece of pork tenderloin that had been cooked in the broth.

Su Jin used serving chopsticks to blanch the thinly sliced ​​mutton rolls and place them in his sister's bowl.

"Yaoyao, eat more meat, you've lost weight."

Su Yaoyao ate with her mouth full of oil, and gave the prince a big thumbs up with her chubby little hand.

"Thank you, brother! Your decapitation technique was clean and efficient, and your meat-clamping movements were so elegant!"

If outsiders were to overhear this conversation between the brother and sister, they would probably faint on the spot.

But at the dinner table of the villainous family, this was just normal, casual conversation.

A family is eating hot pot and singing songs; the scene is eerie, yet it exudes a unique warmth.

No one paid any attention to the 100,000-strong army outside the city, and no one cared about the lurking assassins.

Those people outside are just part of the background and entertainment for tonight's hot pot feast.

A night breeze blew by, carrying with it the rich aroma of spicy hot pot, drifting out of the main altar.

The hot pot broth became thicker and thicker as it simmered, with a layer of bright red chili oil floating on the surface, bubbling away.

Su Jin picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of crisp tripe from the jade plate.

He moved gracefully, preparing to put the tripe into the boiling red soup.

However, just as the tripe was about to touch the water's surface...

Su Jin's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly paused slightly.

A barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed in the depths of his gentle, watery eyes.

at the same time.

Su Yaoyao, who was eating with her mouth full of oil, also stopped eating in perfect unison.

She gently placed the strainer, which was about half the size of her head, on the table.

Two figures, one large and one small, one white and one pink.

Through the rising steam, the brother and sister smiled at each other.

Su Jin put down his chopsticks and picked up a silk handkerchief to wipe the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head and glanced at the high walls surrounding the main altar, which were shrouded in darkness.

His tone was soft yet chillingly deathly still.

"Looks like a few hundred rats are coming to cause trouble tonight."