In the suburbs of the capital in early April, there was a vibrant scene of late spring. On Luoyan Mountain not far from Puji Temple, the trees were flourishing, and the birds jumped from one branch to another, chirping happily.

Behind a hidden large bluestone in the middle of the mountain, a middle-aged man stood upright, wearing an indigo muslin gown that was almost the same color as the bluestone. A middle-aged attendant stood beside him with his hands folded respectfully. No one could be seen around him, and a gust of wind blew by.

, some of the soft green grass are bending in the wind, and some are motionless. Where they don't move, there is a faint cold light flashing.

At the foot of the mountain, in the direction of Puji Temple, several cars came leisurely with dark blue silk linings. They were inconspicuous at first glance, but extremely luxurious upon closer inspection. There were thirty or forty strong servants on horses scattered around the cars. The whole convoy was full of light.

Feeling relaxed and at ease, we reached the foot of the mountain in a short time.

When all the convoys reached the foot of the mountain, dozens of elite men dressed all in black and with their heads and faces wrapped in black cloth suddenly rushed out from the bushes on both sides of the road. The people in black cooperated with each other tacitly and were very organized.

The sword rose and fell, chopping vegetables and melons, and in the blink of an eye, the entire convoy, including people and horses, was killed until there was no complete corpse.

The middle-aged man halfway up the mountain looked indifferently at the river of blood at the foot of the mountain.

The man in black standing in a pool of blood made a gesture. The grass and trees parted deep in the bushes at the foot of the mountain. A middle-aged man in rich clothes strode out. The middle-aged man halfway up the mountain shrank his eyes slightly and raised his hand to wave.

From the middle of the mountain to more than ten feet away from the foot of the mountain, hundreds of dead soldiers armed with sharp blades rushed down the hillside like a strong wind, and fought with the men in black at the foot of the mountain. Apart from the clash of swords, there was no sound in this fight.

It was extremely thrilling, but within the time of a cup of tea, the dead men who were ambushing on the hillside killed all the men in black and the middle-aged men in brocade, and began to carry the bodies in silence.

The middle-aged man halfway up the mountain breathed a sigh of relief, stamped his feet, turned around and walked up the mountain, and asked calmly: "Whose convoy is it?"

"Li Zhongxian, the crown prince of Yongguo, and his wife Yan. Yan is the eldest daughter of Ningyuan Houfu. I heard that they had just given birth to a daughter, so they came to Puji Temple to offer incense and fulfill their wishes." The middle-aged attendant's voice was soft, like a female voice.

"daughter?"

"Yes, I'm just one month old. My name is Li Tian."

"Oh." The middle-aged man responded dryly and walked up the mountain without looking back.

…

The palace of Duke Yong was submerged in a vast expanse of white. Li Zhongxian, the crown prince of Duke Yong, was famous for his talents since he was a child. He ranked first in the entrance examination at the age of twelve, and his personality was as handsome as the white poplars under the moon.

, his wife Yan, whose dowry was so rich that it made people jealous, both died unexpectedly.

Mrs. Yan's mother, Mrs. Lin of Ningyuan Houfu, supported the girl and got out of the car with difficulty. She shook off the girl's hand and stood still. She took two deep breaths and walked steadily into the backyard.

In the upper room of the main courtyard, Li Zhongxian's mother, Mrs. Ning, was lying on her back on the kang, looking straight at the ceiling.

Mrs. Lin supported the edge of the kang with one hand and sat down sideways with difficulty. She reached out and patted Mrs. Ning hard and said: "Sister, get up! Get up! If you do this to yourself, aren't you giving others an advantage?!"

Mrs. Ning slowly sat up and looked at Mrs. Lin with dry eyes: "...Don't worry, I will avenge Xian'er and Wan'er's revenge! They have to rest in peace. Take Tiantian back,

Sister Wan's dowry was also carried back, as well as the things Xian'er used, and they were all kept by Tiantian. Tiantian will be left to you, and I will no longer have any worries."

…

In the Qingtong Courtyard in a corner of the back garden of Duke Yong's Mansion, Li Zhongchao, the eldest son of the concubine, knelt in front of his father's bed and kowtowed: "Father, father, please, please, save Aunt Shen, please save her, she She is the son’s biological mother, father, please, son, please!”

On the bed, Duke Yong Guo stared at the roof with unfocused eyes, as if he didn't hear his son's plea... The execution of a knife to death, the son he regarded as life, the son whom he loved to the extreme, the son who was amazingly talented and made him extremely proud, tears kept pouring out from the corners of his eyes. He thought he was numb, how could he still do it? It hurts so much...

Duke Yong slowly turned his head and looked at his eldest son, whose face was covered in blood. Li Zhongchao hurriedly took two steps on his knees and shouted eagerly: "Father!"

"You are the heir, and from now on, Duke Yong's mansion will be yours..." Duke Yong said dryly. Li Zhongchao looked at his father in astonishment, and Duke Yong looked up at the roof again, with tears streaming down his face...
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