An Xuancheng's face showed worry.
No matter how much Ning Xiaofan ssed around, he was ultimately the good friend who had grown up with him, played with him, and practiced martial arts together.
An Xuancheng couldn't just stand by and watch his good friend get beaten without doing anything.
At this ti, he was still young and hadn't been exposed to much of society's dangers. Under the deliberate guidance of Ning Xiaofan's street-smart cunning, honed from struggling in the urban underbelly.
The concept of "friendship above all, taking a blade for a brother" had taken root in An Xuancheng's heart.
"Lu Ding!!! Whatever you have, co at !!!"
Lu Ding hadn't even turned to look at him before the flesh-and-skin whip in his hand lashed out: "Damn it, co at you it is then!!!"
Just one strike.
It sent An Xuancheng spinning three and a half circles in the air before he crashed heavily to the ground, blood staining the floor. When he gritted his teeth against the pain and lifted his head without crying out.
His face was already torn to shreds.
The wounds on his face were hideous and bloody.
"You dare hit !!?"
The brave words he just spoke, now that he was actually hit, he wasn't happy about it.
Anger and pain combined into humiliated fury. An Xuancheng roared: "I am a prince!!!!"
A whistling sound ca from the side, a faint breeze arrived. In the corner of An Xuancheng's eye, a bronze mace gradually grew larger.
Thud!!!
One mace strike.
The mace's ridges sank into his facial bones, scraping off skin and flesh, revealing ghastly white bone, accompanied by a loud shout: "I am the Crown Prince!!!!"
An Xuancheng's head was wrenched sideways by An Wuyang's mace strike. A cracking sound was heard as his neck bone fractured directly from the force applied, spinal fluid spurting out through his nostrils mixed with blood.
Since he had decided to agree with Lu Ding to beco Crown Prince, and he himself had the ambition to change Great Jing.
Then this Crown Prince position, it had to be him!
An Wuyang no longer bothered to hide his emotions. Having Lu Ding by his side was the greatest source of confidence!
Although the Crown Prince title wasn't officially settled yet.
Call him a fox borrowing the tiger's might, or a dog relying on its master's power, whatever. In any case, this Crown Prince position, even the imperial throne, could only belong to him, An Wuyang!!!!!!
So, when facing a Crown Prince.
What makes you, a re prince, so special?
Does being a prince an you can speak loudly?
Do you think you're Prince Zhao?
Just now when Ning Xiaofan was beaten, An Xuancheng stepped forward. Now that An Xuancheng was beaten, Ning Xiaofan didn't even dare to take another look.
Fu Xinghe stepped forward, throwing out the confession of Yellow Heaven Sect Holy Maiden Shi Tangxue, saying: "Do you admit it?"
Ning Xiaofan picked it up and looked at it for a long ti, his eyes flickering slightly, slowly raising his head: "I... don't recognize all of it...."
Fu Xinghe: .......
An Wuyang: .......
Lu Ding laughed: "Hahaha illiterate, he's actually illiterate, having an illiterate do Pestle Departnt work."
"Great Jing, oh Great Jing hahahahaha........"
He really had no recourse left.
Ning Xiaofan offered an apologetic smile, but because of the pain, it ca out as a grimacing, teeth-baring grin.
"Yes, yes, I'm illiterate, I'm illiterate. Grand Guardian, please be rciful, don't stoop to arguing with an illiterate like , just let go... okay?"
Too lazy to waste words on him.
Lu Ding swung the whip in his hand, *crack* creating an air burst, the flesh-and-skin end whipping out, squarely hitting Ning Xiaofan's head, exploding it mid-air.
"Living just wastes rice."
Slash Attacks erupted. Under thousands of cuts, Ning Xiaofan's corpse was spread flat across the ground.
"Lit... Little Fanzi......"
An Xuancheng was still reaching toward the spot where Ning Xiaofan died.
Sowhat bloodlust-crazed, An Wuyang raised high the bronze mace in his hand: "Then go keep him company!!!"
Smash!!!
This blow landed heavily on An Xuancheng's crown of the skull.
His head exploded!!!
The headless figure slowly collapsed to the ground.
This scene stunned the Sixteenth Imperial Princess and Eleventh Prince present.
Originally, both their thoughts were the sa as An Xuancheng's, thinking that as an imperial princess (prince), no matter what happened today, they couldn't possibly die, after all, this was the Royal Capital, this was the imperial palace.
But the result...
An Xuancheng's death completely dragged both of them back to reality from their unrealistic assumptions.
The Sixteenth Imperial Princess knelt on the ground, shuffling forward on her knees to before An Wuyang: "Wuyang, Wuyang, I'm your elder sister, we're half-siblings by the sa father. Friction between siblings is a small issue, right?"
"I've never bullied you either. At most, at most, I just used my cultivation to pressure you a bit. I haven't done anything else deserving of death."
As she spoke, she suddenly changed expression, pulling out a hairpin, but not to attack An Wuyang. Instead, she used her other hand to tightly choke a nearby maidservant's neck, pushing the hairpin inch by inch into the maidservant's temple, twisting!!!!
The maidservant's screams rang out.
The Sixteenth Imperial Princess's pleas for rcy intertwined with the maidservant's screams.
"Wuyang... I... I killed her, elder sister apologizes to you, okay... elder sister apologizes... sorry... elder sister supports you becoming Crown Prince. As long as you don't kill , elder sister will do anything you want."
Then she looked toward Lu Ding: "Wuyang... you could give elder sister to Grand Duke Lu for a political marriage... I'd even be willing as just a maidservant, this could promote...."
Originally, An Wuyang hadn't planned to kill her.
To put it bluntly.
It was just minor friction. Debts have creditors, grievances have targets.
But now the Sixteenth Imperial Princess was saying this?
An Wuyang imdiately felt killing intent: "If you don't have a mirror, you must have piss, right? Look at your own damn appearance. If you had just shown a bit more backbone, I could have respected you sowhat. Bowing and begging for rcy before , you think you're worthy of being Lu Ding's maidservant!? Apologizing while trying to gain advantage, you think so beautifully!!"
He thrust the bronze mace forward like a spear, directly piercing through the Sixteenth Imperial Princess's chest and out her back.
It wasn't that An Wuyang didn't want to give Lu Ding gifts, or send maidservants, or won.
Although he previously lacked influence, he was still a prince, right?
Such small matters were within his capability.
But in all of Great Jing, there wasn't a single person worthy of being Lu Ding's maidservant, let alone Lu Ding's woman.
An Wuyang understood clearly in his heart how formidable Lu Ding was.
Such a person was destined for solitude. As the saying goes, the more exceptional soone is, the more they should insist on quality over quantity, not just accepting anyone.
Offering such defective goods would not only insult Lu Ding, but also insult An Wuyang, insulting the friendship between them.
Another imperial princess died.
The Eleventh Prince beside her, though frightened, was no coward: "My turn!!! An Wuyang!! Give a clean death. The victor becos king, the loser a bandit, no need for more words. But rember, I don't accept you!!!!"
He couldn't stand this atmosphere of waiting for death anymore, so he eagerly wanted to cut in line, to simply end it all.
Although the Eleventh Prince had poisoned An Wuyang's dog.
Between the two of them, if examined closely, there actually wasn't much of a deep grudge.
The root cause was simply that the Eleventh Prince disliked An Wuyang.
Because the Eleventh Prince was very filial to his own mother. Logically speaking, a title like Filial Prince should have been his.
But just when An Wuyang was writing letters, he was discovered by the Jing Emperor. After the old and young talked through the night, and the Jing Emperor understood the story behind those letters, that's when he enfeoffed An Wuyang as Filial Prince, though he didn't publicly announce the reason.
That very day, the Eleventh Prince completely exploded.
Also because both had pure feelings toward their mothers, An Wuyang hadn't embellished the Eleventh Prince's cris much in his accusation letter.
Even their nas were similar. One was "safe and sound, An Wuyang," the other "peace and health, An Kang."
So, An Wuyang decided to give An Kang a chance: "As long as you kill Eunuch Wu, I'll let you live."
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