"Cut the weeds by the roots?"
Jiang Pengji tilted her head and looked at him. She squinted her eyes lazily and opened her mouth.
"Do you even need to ask? If you don't cut the weeds by the roots, they will grow again in spring. I won't do something like nurturing a tiger and inviting calamity. Do it cleanly and cleanly. "
Feng Zhen was about to leave when Jiang Pengji suddenly remembered something and called out to him.
"Right, kill the fourth prince as well."
Feng Zhen was surprised. The fourth prince was already a cripple with both legs. It was impossible for him to ascend to the throne.
Despite his doubts, Feng Zhen didn't question her.
The subordinates could only follow the orders given by their lord and run the errands.
One death was death. Two deaths were also death.
The Third Prince and the Fourth Prince died together, which could be considered as fulfilling their brotherhood in this lifetime.
Jiang Pengji saw Feng Zhen walk away and sneered.
Why did she include the crippled fourth prince?
He was the son of the "fake Wang Huiyun"!
She had the help of the System and wouldn't die easily. Who knew if she would come up with some evil plan to cure the fourth prince's legs?
When Jiang Pengji killed the third prince, Wuma Jun would be the only one left, and the throne would rightfully fall to him.
She didn't want to cause trouble for herself. She had to be cautious.
She couldn't do something like making a wedding dress for someone else!
Haha, if Wuma Jun's legs were really healed and she killed the fourth prince, would that time-traveler woman vomit blood?
She didn't know if she would, but she would definitely be depressed.
Yizhi Mizhi: "Oh, oh, oh — my streamer is so cool as a villain. She directly murdered a prince, awesome."
Zhuge Liang Du: "That's amazing. I feel like my worldview has been led into the gutter by the streamer. I actually thought she was super cool when she was secretly discussing the plot with Feng Zhen? This is probably the charm of a villain. It feels so good to beat up a little kid. "
I live next door I surnamed Wang: "How does the streamer look like a villain? Villains don't have a good ending. Our streamer is the main female lead!"
Lao Wang is not as good as Lao Song Qiang: "How is she the main female lead? She's obviously the main male lead. She's so handsome that I can't close my legs."
Zhen Has a Sword: "What? Pengji, Your Majesty? All the other women have been taken away. When are you coming to marry Baobao?
Xinyue: Say no more. Draw your sword, love rival!
Prince Changshou's army was stopped midway and suffered heavy losses. They had no choice but to retreat to the imperial city of Chenzhou.
They burned, killed, and looted, almost releasing the most evil part of human nature.
Smoke and fire filled the air, and the sound of crying filled the air.
The once rich and luxurious capital was now filled with smoke and fire. It was a complete mess.
Due to the military order, the enemy did not dare to make a move on the people of the rich and powerful families. At most, they would rob them of their money and maids. They did not dare to touch the proper madams and noble ladies, and the ministers and high-ranking officials also avoided them as much as possible. They were worried about these officials because Prince Changshou still needed them to fill the ranks of the new imperial court. However, the soldiers would not care about the common people and the concubines and beauties abandoned by the emperor. The entire imperial city was in chaos.
"General! They had fought back! Should we go out of the city to face the enemy? "
The enemy general lowered his eyes and said decisively, "No, there are only six thousand brothers left. Continuing to fight is futile."
The deputy who reported the news had a sorrowful look on his face.
"General, are we just going to endure it?"
The general sneered, "Endure? Revenge is a dish best served cold! There will always be an opportunity. Retreating is just to find a better opportunity. "
A lack of forbearance in small matters would spoil great plans.
When it was time to endure, one could not act impulsively. When it was time to give up, one could not be overcautious.
The current situation was not in their favor. If they continued to fight, they would be completely annihilated. The best thing to do now was to meet up with the main army as soon as possible.
The general decisively gave the order to abandon the city and escape.
Before abandoning the city, he ordered his men to take away all the officials who had not escaped in time.
Without these mainstay officials, the imperial court would be nothing more than an empty shell. How long would it be able to survive?
Little did he know, his action had actually helped Jiang Pengji greatly.
Two hours after they left, Jiang Pengji and Yang Jian's army arrived.
The city was in ruins. The once luxurious palace was now in ruins. It was like hell on earth.
On both sides of the road, there were many dead palace maids with disheveled clothes. Many eunuchs had died tragically, their heads separated from their bodies.
"My lord, there are probably no more enemies in the city. We can send someone to do that first. It'll be easier to do it later."
Feng Zhen had not yet entered the city. He looked at Jiang Pengji and said in a low voice, "We can't afford to lose this opportunity."
If they did not kill the princes while everyone was distracted, it would be troublesome later.
"Okay, I understand. Keep Yan Lin busy. Don't let him know. "
Feng Zhen chuckled. "Yan Lin is not a simple man. Even if he knows, he will probably pretend not to know."
As long as Yang Jian and Jiang Pengji's interests did not conflict, Yan Lin had no reason to stop them.
Feng Zhen and Yan Lin commanded and stabilized the situation in the city. They put out the fires, rescued the people, and cleaned up the rebels.
Yang Si was in charge of dealing with the old officials. He led his men to catch up with the main army and buy time.
Their lord was an extremely daring person, and the counselor who followed her to fool around was naturally not as timid as a mouse.
It was just killing two princes. So be it.
Yang Si rode on the horse with a smile on his face. He did not have the slightest sense of urgency from the war.
In the imperial city of Chenzhou …
The Third Prince was convicted of seducing his stepmother and causing chaos in the palace. He was expelled from the royal family by the emperor.
However, his mother was from a side branch of the Feng family. Even though she was now a commoner, his life was not affected.
When the imperial city was breached, he was still playing with the birds in the garden.
It was not until the housekeeper came to report that he realized the situation outside had changed.
He wanted to escape, but the city gate was occupied by the enemy. He could only change into commoner clothes and hide in the haystack of the stable.
He barely managed to escape the calamity, but all the concubines, maids, and manservants in his mansion were all killed.
It was not that he did not hate them, but he was afraid of death. Even if his beloved concubine was being bullied not far away, he could not muster up the courage to fight to the death.
It was not until the enemy had retreated and his mansion was in shambles that he carefully crawled out.
The situation in the imperial city of Chenzhou changed quickly. In the blink of an eye, news came in.
The alliance had sent reinforcements. The Evil Empress was dead. The rebels had been defeated. The emperor had passed away …
The Third Prince's heart beat like a drum when he heard the last piece of news.
His two older brothers were dead. His fourth brother, Wuma Jun, had no chance. He was the only one left.
As for the matter of him and his stepmother causing chaos in the palace, he only needed to push the blame to the Evil Empress and he would be able to clear his name.
The Third Prince's limbs were filled with strength when he thought about this.
Only when a group of armored elites entered the Third Prince's residence did he feel completely at ease.
"I am the Third Prince you are looking for."
The soldier looked him up and down and asked in a low voice, "Are you really?"
The Third Prince was infuriated and scolded the man.
Although the Third Prince was not very capable, he had been raised in the royal family for many years. Ordinary people could not imitate his nobility.
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