Chapter 1257 (1/2)

In the narrow cage, the prince's clothes on the little boy were dirty and messy, but he looked at the people in the distance without saying a word. His face was expressionless and indifferent, not like a child.

On the hall over there, a woman was being pressed to the ground. She kept begging the man on the first seat, as if she were low into the dust.

But the man didn't get any loose.

The eunuch standing next came forward with a wine glass.

The woman shook her head in horror. She broke away from the people and ran in the direction of the cage.

However, before he arrived, he was crushed to the ground. The eunuch pinched the woman's chin and filled the liquid in the wine glass.

In the woman's struggling room, the wine soaked her skirt and was in a mess. She held out her hand to the little boy, her eyes full of despair.

The eunuchs who pressed him released her, and the woman struggled to climb to the edge of the cage.

Her face was pale and she grabbed the cage. The corners of her mouth kept spilling blood and squeezed out a few broken words, ”live... Live.”

Qi Yuanmeng opened his eyes fiercely, and his chest fluctuated rapidly. His sight swept through the dark hall and touched his side. His warm body gradually relaxed his nervous nerves.

He leaned over and hugged the man in his arms, some eager to find her taste, her breath and everything about her.

Shi Sheng was vaguely kissed and asked vaguely, ”what's the matter?”

In response to her, he kissed more fiercely. His actions were a little rude. Shi Sheng was sleepless and was forced to toss with him in bed until dawn.

Afterwards, Qi Yuan took her to sleep. Maybe he was tired and slept heavily.

He returned to the dream, but now he had no previous feeling, and he felt a sense of peace of mind.

In the dream, the woman fell in front of him and stared at the boss. It was death.

He saw that the woman was dragged away and placed in the middle in a strange posture. On the periphery stood several people dressed as Jianghu warlocks. They talked about something around the woman.

Then the eunuchs and maids left, and the man also left. He looked here with a cold look.

Then there was the fire, the endless fire.

He curled up in an iron cage. The iron chain on his body became hot with the temperature rising. He heard the sound of skin cracking.

He didn't remember how he left. He only remembered that when he woke up, he was outside the palace. The person who rescued him claimed to be his shadow guard.

He was covered with bandages and could hardly walk.

During that time, he could only spend in bed. The people who took care of him didn't say much. Every day, he changed his dressing and delivered rice mechanically.

Never tell him what's going on outside.

Until he got better, no one taught him martial arts, study, or even national affairs.

He stayed there for five years. After five years, someone from the palace took him back to the palace.

He was familiar with the palace, but when he entered the palace, he found that these people no longer called him the sixth prince, but the third prince.

The third prince, who was praised as a genius since he was a child, was most loved by the emperor and intended to be a prince.

Maybe he knew he wouldn't say much. Even in that case, his shadow guard didn't tell him in advance.

Until he settled down in the palace, he didn't know that a year ago, the third prince was seriously ill and was sent away for treatment, but the third prince had died. Only then did he have the opportunity to replace the third prince into the palace.

But he knew that they had arranged all this. His face was destroyed in the fire, and the third prince's face was also destroyed because of illness.

There are not so many coincidences. They arranged them.

”Why did you do that?” For the first time, he took the initiative to ask his caregivers.

The man was stunned and knelt down slowly. ”Your Highness, you have a deep blood feud. Your task is revenge.”

”Where's the third prince?”