Princess, something terrible has happened! The prince consort has attempted suicide again!

The sudden turn of events left the entire room in a deathly silence.

As everyone's eyes focused on him, Zhang Xiaomeng collapsed to the ground, his breath weak, appearing to be on the verge of death.

Chen Jingrong's expression changed drastically, and he became extremely anxious.

Zhang Xiaomeng cannot die before the million taels of silver have been received!

"Untie him right now!" he shouted sternly.

His men dared not delay and immediately untied the ropes and tore off the cloth, freeing him from his shackles.

Zhang Xiaomeng, his face contorted in pain and barely breathing, managed to utter a few words: "You actually poisoned me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and became completely still.

"Poisoning?"

Chen Jingrong's heart sank, and his first thought was of Zhou Qian'er, who was skilled in using poison.

At that moment, his subordinate bent down to check his breathing and exclaimed in horror, "He's dead!"

Chen Jingrong was shocked and immediately squatted down to check and confirm. His touch was dead; there was indeed no breath.

"Zhou Qian'er!!"

He gritted his teeth, his anger surging, convinced that the other party had secretly attacked him.

When Zhao Changning saw Zhang Xiaomeng fall to the ground, he was immediately shocked.

But he quickly understood.

He's faking his death.

Otherwise, under the influence of the Shared Life and Death Gu, Zhao Changning would never have been unharmed.

However, this method can only deceive people for a short time.

Once Chen Jingrong calmly and thoroughly investigated, the truth was immediately revealed.

The next moment, Zhao Changning gripped the silver spear tightly in her jade hand, took a step forward suddenly, and her clear yet fierce roar resounded throughout the entire arena!

"Traitor! You broke your promise and dared to poison my consort! You deserve to die!"

"I don't!"

Chen Jingrong wanted to defend himself.

But Zhao Changning didn't give him a chance at all. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he gave the order in a deep voice!

"Kill them for me! Avenge Prince Zhang!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she lightly touched the ground with her toes and darted out like a gust of wind, holding a bright silver spear, leading the charge straight into the enemy ranks!

"kill!!"

The Imperial Guards behind her responded in unison, drew their swords, and charged forward with deafening shouts, closely following the princess.

Chen Jingrong panicked instantly, no longer caring about the lifeless Zhang Xiaomeng, and roared frantically, "Stop them! Stop them now!"

The two sides were roughly equal in number, but their combat strength was worlds apart.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards were all battle-hardened elites, ruthless and fierce in killing.

Zhao Changning was born with superhuman strength and was unparalleled in bravery.

With her silver spear in hand, she moved swiftly and decisively through the chaotic battle, the wind from her spear cutting through the air. In the blink of an eye, she had slain two members of the Black Lotus Cult, blood splattering everywhere!

The Black Lotus Cult was a disorganized rabble. Faced with the elite Imperial Guards and the princess with overwhelming combat power, they were powerless to fight back and could only be slaughtered at will. The screams of agony rose and fell, and the battle was one of complete domination!

Seeing his subordinates suffer a crushing defeat and heavy casualties, Chen Jingrong was terrified and turned to flee!

"Dare to leave?"

Zhao Changning's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He took a step forward, his cloak fluttering in the wind, and his movements were as fast as lightning. He caught up with Zhao Changning in just a few breaths.

He leaped into the air, gripped the spear tightly with both hands, channeled his inner strength, and unleashed a powerful sweeping attack with the force of Mount Tai pressing down!

A fierce gust of wind rushed towards him, and Chen Jingrong was so frightened that he almost lost his mind. He hurriedly drew his sword and desperately tried to block it!

"clang--!!"

The deafening clang of metal clashing was deafening!

An unparalleled force exploded along the sword, and Chen Jingrong had no way to resist it. He and his sword were smashed several feet away!

"puff!"

He crashed heavily to the ground, his longsword flying out of his hand. He spat out a mouthful of blood, severely injured, and lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

Before he could catch his breath, a cold glint of light was already firmly pressed against his throat.

Zhao Changning stood proudly with an invincible air, his body exuding an aura of bloodshed and slaughter, looking down upon the world like a god of war.

With nowhere to retreat, Chen Jingrong turned ashen-faced and utterly despaired.

Zhao Changning did not kill him.

The reason is that they still need to pry out the location of the Black Lotus Cult's headquarters from him.

She swept her cold gaze across the ravaged battlefield, her voice booming like thunder.

"The leader has been captured! You all must surrender immediately!"

Upon seeing their young master captured, the remaining members of the Black Lotus Cult instantly lost their will to resist, abandoning their armor and kneeling to surrender and beg for mercy.

The outcome is decided!

Zhao Changning concealed his arrogance and calmly ordered, "Tie them all up."

Just as the Imperial Guards were about to step forward to arrest the man, a gentle breeze blew by, and a strange, colorless, and odorless aura quietly drifted into the air.

The next second, one of the Imperial Guards suddenly felt weak all over and collapsed to the ground.

Immediately, like a chain reaction, dozens of elite soldiers collapsed one after another.

Even Feng Yi, who was highly skilled in martial arts, could only barely support himself by leaning on his sword, kneeling on one knee with a pained expression.

"What happened?"

Zhao Changning's expression changed drastically. His limbs also went weak, as if all his strength had been drained, and his body swayed precariously.

She gripped the silver spear tightly with both hands, supporting herself on the ground, her teeth clenched, forcing herself to straighten up.

"Who is it?"

Zhao Changning coldly shouted, "Get out here!"

"Giggle giggle!"

With a string of silvery laughter, Zhou Qian'er swayed her slender waist and slowly emerged from the shadows.

Behind her were two other people: a burly man and a young girl who looked only seven or eight years old.

If Zhang Xiaomeng were to open his eyes now, he would definitely recognize them as the father and daughter who had previously feigned death at Zhao Tianhao's hands.

"As expected of the God of War of Dongling, he hasn't fallen even after being hit by my bone-softening powder."

With a slight upturn of her lips, Zhou Qian'er's face was full of smugness.

"Hiding your head and revealing your true colors, only capable of secretly poisoning others, do you even deserve to swagger in front of me?" Zhao Changning gritted her teeth and angrily rebuked, her face full of contempt.

"The process doesn't matter, I only care about the result," Zhou Qian'er said with a smile, completely unconcerned.

Chen Jingrong, who had been in despair, was instantly revitalized upon seeing Zhou Qian'er appear. He collapsed to the ground, urgently calling out, "Zhou Qian'er, quickly give me the antidote!"

Zhou Qian'er raised her hand slightly in acknowledgment.

The burly man behind him strode up to Chen Jingrong, a cruel and sinister smile appearing on his honest face.

Upon seeing this, Chen Jingrong's face darkened with anger, and he shouted sternly, "What are you doing? I am the young master, don't you dare act recklessly!"

The burly man ignored him, grabbed him like a dead dog, and dragged him in front of Zhou Qian'er.

"Zhou Qian'er, how dare you treat me like this? Believe me or not, I'll report you to the sect leader and make you regret it!" Chen Jingrong roared furiously.

Zhou Qian'er scoffed, her eyes full of mockery: "The sect leader is elusive, appearing and disappearing like a dragon. Do you think you can meet the sect leader just by obtaining a Black Lotus Token?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Chen Jingrong's eyes, and a sense of unease crept into his heart: "What do you mean?"

Before Zhou Qian'er could answer, the little girl next to her crossed her arms and struck a mature pose, speaking first.

"You big idiot, you still don't understand? The Black Lotus Token was deliberately given to you by Sister Qian'er. She calculated that you would be greedy for credit and power, so she used you to attract attention so that she could catch you all in one fell swoop. This is called the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

Upon learning the truth, Chen Jingrong's eyes widened in fury, and he roared, "You're so despicable!"

The burly man, his voice muffled, bowed his head and asked, "Holy Maiden, may I kill her?"

Zhou Qian'er crouched down and took the Black Lotus Token from Chen Jingrong's arms. After standing up, she said in a cold and indifferent tone, "Kill him."

Chen Jingrong's face turned deathly pale, and he roared in terror, "No! I am the young master, you can't..."

Before he could finish speaking, the burly man had already raised his hand.

The enormous fist slammed down with a loud thud, and brains splattered everywhere, blood flying everywhere. Chen Jingrong died instantly!

Zhou Qian'er didn't even glance at him, instead shifting her gaze to Zhao Changning, who was still putting on a brave face, and a sinister smile slowly spread across her face.

"Now, it's your turn."