There are always fairies plotting against me

This royal princess named Dongfang Xingsong is obviously of average ability, yet she was given the title of prince?

Dongfang Xinglan is not only powerful, but her biological mother's status is higher than Dongfang Xingsong, but she only has the title of "Princess Changping".

However, although Dongfang Xinglan was not made a king, he directly led the imperial guards, holding many powers such as arresting prisoners, supervising civil and military officials, urban management, and managing the imperial prison.

The crown prince appointed by Emperor Jianing has not yet gained real power!

What was Emperor Jianing's consideration in not making him a king but giving him such great power?

"Boy." Dongfang Xingsong saw Lu Jinan looking at her and couldn't help but say, "You are quite strong, but you can't show any ability under her. She doesn't need a master like you. Why don't you follow me? As long as you present that replica sword to me, I will promote you——"

As she spoke, her voice paused and she looked at Dongfang Xinglan with some fear.

Lu Jinan smiled, and saw Dongfang Xinglan walking around the "graveyard" several times, patting the soil tightly, and then came back to Prince Yu.

She stuck the shovel between Prince Yu's legs and asked condescendingly, "Now—where is the Sitianjian?"

Looking at the shovel in front of him, Dongfang Xingsong shuddered: "Do you think you can hide this from the world? The Imperial Master is in touch with the gods, and he must have known that the eunuchs are dead. You can't hide it—"

"I was the one who killed him." Lu Jinan stood up leisurely and said, "It has nothing to do with Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Dongfang Xinglan glanced at him with a faint smile, then turned to Dongfang Xingsong again: "Why did the emperor ask me to go back?"

Dongfang Xingsong gritted his teeth and said, "Father has been invited to attend a Buddhist ceremony, so he asked you to return to the capital to assist the Crown Prince in maintaining order in the capital!"

Dongfang Xinglan said expressionlessly, "No."

"You!" Dongfang Xingsong looked at the filled grave. This time, there was really no way for Dongfang Xinglan to go back.

Unless the emperor sends a few more teams of inspectors from the Imperial Astronomical Observatory.

Dongfang Xingsong glanced at Lu Jinan again, but with this person around, he was afraid that the deputy director would have to take action to win, right?

She fell silent. Given her father's temper, if she didn't bring Dongfang Xinglan back, the old women in the Imperial Observatory would definitely punish her.

Thinking of this, she looked at Dongfang Xinglan with reluctance and jealousy.

They are all the emperor's daughters, so why is he so partial to them?

Not only did he give the Jinyiwei to Dongfang Xinglan, he didn't even punish Dongfang Xinglan.

Unless Dongfang Xinglan disobeys orders, the female supervisors of the Imperial Observatory will be sent to call her back.

But after he was called back, he was only scolded a few words. If it were someone else, he would have ordered the Imperial Observatory to torture him.

Why?

Dongfang Xingsong clenched his hands and spoke again as if he had thought of something: "Since the founding of the Dongfang Dynasty, no one who dared to attack the Sitianjian has suffered a bad fate. They will die here today—"

She sneered: "You can't escape responsibility!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jinan's eyes lit up. Is this courting death?

He whispered to Dongfang Xinglan, "Si Tianjian knows that the supervisor is dead, but does he know who killed him?"

Dongfang Xinglan shook his head: "I don't know, but they came because of me——"

Lu Jinan interrupted her and glanced at Dongfang Xingsong tentatively: "Do you want to—"

He observed Dongfang Xinglan's expression. Before Dongfang Xinglan could speak, Dongfang Xingsong's face changed: "You still want to fight against your own family!?"

Still want to?

Lu Jinan looked at Dongfang Xingsong, who spoke very quickly: "I tell you, you killed my thirty-eighth brother because he was plotting treason. Even if you kill my father, I will definitely not let you go unpunished like before. You, you dare--"

Lu Jinan asked calmly, "Who knows?"

Dongfang Xingchan's voice suddenly stopped.

Looking at the expression of Prince Yu, Lu Jinan understood in his heart that even if Dongfang Xingsong was killed, the Dongfang Dynasty would only know that she was dead, but would not be able to find out who killed her.

This is easy to handle.

"Do you really want to kill me?" Dongfang Xingsong stepped back: "I, I am your sister!"

Dongfang Xinglan said calmly, "I won't let other people influence my judgment."

She turned her head and looked at Lu Jinan again: "You are from outside the Great Wall and don't understand the rules of our dynasty. Don't say such treasonous words in the future."

Lu Jinan nodded noncommittally. Dongfang Xinglan looked at the relieved Dongfang Xingsong again, expressionless: "If you leak any information about what happened today, don't blame me for being ruthless when I get back. Now go."

Dongfang Xingsong opened his mouth, wanting to say something but didn't say it. He glared at Lu Jinan angrily, then stood up and left.

"She's such a coward, I don't think she can keep a secret." Lu Jinan looked at Dongfang Xinglan.

"I know." Dongfang Xinglan smiled slightly: "I just want you to understand that even if she leaks the secret, you will be safe."

"That's it-"

"Yeah." Dongfang Xinglan reached out and patted his shoulder: "I think you, a kid from outside the customs, have the strength and intelligence, and you are a good person.

When you come to work for me in the future, you can act as arrogant as you want in front of others. From now on, I will protect you."

Lu Jinan made a pretentious bow and said, "Thank you, Princess, for your cultivation."

Dongfang Xinglan patted his shoulder again and changed the subject: "Take me to see her."

Lu Jinan knew that she was referring to the dog demon, and he felt a lot more relieved. He didn't have to waste time talking to her about taking her to see the outside world.

"Wait a moment, I have something to bring." Dongfang Xinglan said, turned around and re-entered the waterfall.

Lu Jinan turned around, restrained his smile, and took out an ordinary Holy Flying Sword from the storage space.

With a pinch of the sword-controlling technique, the rules of space unfolded.

The long sword attacked Dongfang Xingsong who had already run several kilometers away!

The dead are the best at keeping secrets.

Chapter 210: Taking Dongfang Xinglan to See the Distance

A forest full of ancient trees.

After recovering from his ankle injury, Dongfang Xingsong ran as fast as he could to the pass southwest of the Dongfang Dynasty.

She was not worried that Dongfang Xinglan would change his mind, because she knew that although Dongfang Xinglan had a strong personality, he could still do what he said.

There was only one reason why she wanted to rush back: to report that the "Zhen Guo" had been imitated by the barbarians outside the Great Wall.

That is the sacred sword that was passed down by His Majesty Taizu!

Although it is just a short sword, it is extremely powerful and is the medium through which the royal family obtains the oracle of the God of War!

How could something so important be tainted by imitation?

At the beginning, the Jiuli Dynasty and the Shenmiao Dynasty deliberately imitated the "National Divine Sword", which angered the emperor. He did not hesitate to start a war on two fronts, and directly used the National Divine Sword to invite the three martial gods to the battlefield, and did not hesitate to sacrifice the country's fortune to win the two wars.

After the war, the Jiuli Dynasty and the Shenmiao Dynasty were forced to sign a treaty, the first of which was to prohibit the imitation of the "National Divine Sword".

From then on, there were no more imitations of the "National Divine Sword" in the world.

But the barbarian outside the pass not only imitated it, but also imitated a long sword - did he think he was bigger than the Eastern Dynasty?

A mere barbarian from outside the Great Wall actually dared to do such a heinous thing. He is simply courting death!

Especially Dongfang Xinglan actually ignored it directly!

"My dear sister, do you think that just because our father gave you the Imperial Guard and never punished you severely, it means you can do whatever you want?"

Dongfang Xingsong couldn't help but smile. She didn't believe that her father would continue to indulge Dongfang Xinglan in this matter!

As a princess of the royal family, I took the lead in condoning the barbarians from outside the Great Wall and trampled on the bottom line of the dynasty. If my father did not deal with it, what would the people of the world think?!

Although my father has left Beijing to join the Buddhist sect, it is also a good opportunity to discuss this matter with the Crown Prince!

Although the prince has never expressed it, he is definitely dissatisfied with Dongfang Xinglan's leadership of the Jinyiwei in his heart, so we can take this opportunity to build momentum with the prince in the country!

In this way, even if the emperor wanted to "raise the board high and lower it gently", it would be impossible!

"Why does a princess who's not even a prince have the right to step on our heads————

"One Si Tian Jian is enough for us to deal with. Why do you, who is ranked over 500th in the family, want to step on our heads?"

Dongfang Xingsong became more and more excited as he thought about it, and the joy in his voice became more and more intense. "Wait until you fall into the hands of the Si Tianjian, and see how I torture you."

"I'll see if you die this time—"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a chill all over her body and rolled to the left almost subconsciously.

A sharp explosion suddenly sounded from behind, tearing the surrounding branches and also bringing Dongfang Xingsong's voice to an abrupt halt.

Bang! Bang!

Although Dongfang Xingsong's strong physique allowed him to sense the danger immediately and roll to the side, the flying sword that suddenly appeared was too fast.

Not only was it fast, but the sharp sword energy that swept out also created a huge impact force, directly throwing the tumbling Dongfang Xingsong forward, and then he was heavily nailed to the thick trunk of an ancient tree.

With a loud bang, the flying sword that pierced her spleen bone on the back of her shoulder went through her collarbone and the tree trunk and came out. Dongfang Xingsong, who had lost his support, slid down the tree trunk uncontrollably.

Kneeling on the ground, she didn't know where she got the strength from, but she managed to turn over by supporting herself on the tree trunk with her left hand.

Her eyes trembled as she looked down. The collarbone on her right side was stained red by the gushing blood. She opened her mouth and blood gushed out of it.

Although the flying sword only pierced her shoulder blade, the sharp sword energy was invading her internal organs, causing her to scream in pain.

As she screamed, confusion flashed through her mind. Her physical strength was clearly among the top 100 among her brothers and sisters, so why couldn't her vast energy and blood extinguish the sword energy or quickly heal her wounds?

Feeling her vitality rapidly draining away, Dongfang Xingsong's body trembled. She endured the severe pain and took out pills from her Qiankun bag one by one and swallowed them all into her mouth.

But...it's no use!

The healing pills refined by Yudantang are simply incapable of healing wounds!

why?

Why is this happening?

Why does that sword have such great power!?

"Who is...?"

Dongfang Xingsong's hoarse voice, with blood gushing from his mouth, suddenly stopped, because a blood-soaked sword appeared in his sight.

That's my own blood.

Dongfang Xingsong's body was trembling, and the fear in her eyes could not be concealed at all. She subconsciously stretched her legs to retreat, but the trunk of the ancient tree behind her told her that there was no way to retreat.

The fear that enveloped her whole body caused her blood to surge, and she couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

At this moment, a blood-stained flying sword came whistling.

“No, no…”

Dongfang Xingsong screamed in fear. On the verge of despair, she jumped to the side with a strong desire to survive, but her severely injured body could not be faster than the speed of the flying sword.

The sharp sword energy cut her skin, and she closed her eyes in despair as she felt the excruciating pain of the sword piercing her heart.

But------the feeling of the sword tip piercing into flesh and bones did not last, instead a crisp "click" sound came to my ears.

Dongfang Xingsong suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head, and the flying sword stained with his own blood shattered into crystal-clear bloody fragments in his sight.

On the side of the broken sword, a golden Zen staff floated in the air and was held in someone's hand.

Dongfang Xingsong suddenly turned his head to look at the monk wearing a conical hat and a cassock.

She seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and quickly said, "Master, save me—————-Is it you!?"

Her weak tone suddenly became sharp, her eyes fixed on the figure that walked out of the cracked space not far away: "You, you dare——"

Lu Jinan stepped out of the space crack and looked expressionlessly at the monk who suddenly appeared. With a slight clench of his hands, spiritual power swept out.

"Amitabha." The young monk turned around, lightly touching the ground with his staff, and bowed slightly to Lu Jinan with a single palm salute: "Saint Lu, may the Buddha have mercy on me—"

Lu Jinan took a step forward unmoved, raised his right hand slightly and clenched it, and the certificate of the underworld reappeared in his hand.

The field expands, breaking the boundary.

The extremely weak Dongfang Xingsong looked at Lu Jinan in disbelief. Is this barbarian from outside the Great Wall so powerful?!

From him, Dongfang Xingsong felt a sense of oppression similar to that felt by his father when he held the national sword.

When did the barbarians outside the pass become so powerful?!

"Amitabha." The young monk sighed softly, "Why do you have to get involved in this karma now?"

The moment he finished speaking, the Zen stick in his left hand rose and fell, and the moment it hit the ground, a dull sound like a bell rang out instantly.