After experiencing so many ups and downs, Yun Feiyue and Ye Jin are not people who will be immersed in sadness for too long.

After telling them some arrangements, Ye Jin stopped disturbing him and ordered two reliable maids to come to Jingzhe Tower to clean up a room, not far from the room where Si Yuchen lived, so that the two of them could talk at any time, and then they left.

The matter of cleaning up the court has begun, and many things need him to come forward in person.

Si Yuchen and Yun Feiyue looked at his left back in silence, slender and tall as pine, as if they contained the unyielding tenacity. The boy back then had now grown into a man who stood tall.

He can block the storm for the people he loves, have the love, hate and hatred of ordinary people, lose control of emotions for some emotional setbacks, and be infinitely tolerant of those he cares about.

"He is really pure." Si Yuchen smiled faintly, "If it were my son, I think I would be proud of him."

When Yun Feiyue heard this, a bitter smile appeared on her lips, "It's a pity that he didn't have such a good life and was reincarnated as the devil's son."

...

It seemed that overnight, the atmosphere in the palace became more and more treacherous.

The Imperial Army surrounded Qinzheng Hall, unsheathed the sword and brought the Jun family and his son who were still discussing countermeasures in Qinzheng Hall. Except for Jun Qian, everyone else killed them on the spot. The warm feeling of blood from his biological son splattering on his face made Jun Qian almost break his heart.

"What are you going to do?" He roared angrily, almost furious, but his tone could not hide his fear and horror, "Do you want to rebel? Be arrogant! A traitor who is so ruthless! Get out of me!"

The Imperial Guard seemed to have never heard of it. After hearing a faint order of "No one left a living except Jun Qian", the massacre began. The sword rose and fell, and in the blink of an eye, the Jun family's princes who were still struggling to plot the throne to hell.

"What are you doing? You're so bold!"

"Rareless...ah!"

"Father, save my son! My son doesn't want to die yet-" Before he finished speaking, his breath was gone.

Seeing the bloody scene in front of him, Jun Qian almost lost his soul and kept wailing and roaring, but to no avail. A sharp sword pressed steadily on his neck, making him dare not even struggle.

I could only open my eyes wide and look at the scene in shock and horror.

These soldiers dressed in imperial guards were once ministers and slaves of his Jun family. They bowed their heads in front of him and dared not disobey them for a word. In his eyes, Jun Qian was even worse than an ant, and they would kill him if they wanted to.

But now, these servants who were regarded as lowly in the past easily took away all his sons' lives and ruined the century-old foundation of his family!

Jun Qian's face was pale, and the blood splashed on his face looked hideous and terrifying.

The king who had already killed people probably never thought that he would face slaughter one day. His son, the palace servants beside him, fell one by one before his eyes, bloody and cruel.

"Be careful with swords and swords, don't hurt you noble masters." A indifferent and sarcastic voice sounded, and a handsome man in white robe walked in from outside the hall.

Jun Qian raised his eyes instantly, looked at the noble and handsome face that appeared in front of him, and shouted: "Shura! Save me! I will marry my daughter to you, so that I can give you glory and wealth, and give you half of the country--"
Chapter completed!