His eyes swept over Yun Ruohan and defended their son, and finally fell on Luoyu.

Then he sighed slowly, with a complex look on his face: "Are you blaming me?"

Yun Ruohan's hand once again tightened the hilt of the Bingpo Sword.

On the contrary, Luo Yu had already lost his memory and had no feelings for the man in front of him.

When I heard his words, I felt no trouble, but I was disgusted by his hypocritical appearance.

The defending lips moved, and after a while, he said hoarsely: "Just, what they said was true? You were your Majesty back then. You wanted the lives of the Xiao family, the Wei family, the Shi family, and my 30,000 personal soldiers?"

Lan Yaozong pondered for a while, suddenly raised the corner of his lips and showed a smile of a conversation: "Yes, it was my order. But Wei Qing, you can't blame me for this matter. If you want to blame, you can only blame the foreign relatives for being bigger and trying to interfere with my regime. You and the queen, if you had known to avoid suspicion, keep your low profile, and restrain your sharpness, you would not have ended up as much as you are now."

The defending body couldn't help but tremble.

His eyes were red, and his voice was sometimes sharp and sometimes broken so that it was almost impossible to make a sound: "So, we have all this caused by our own fault?! So our Xiao family, Wei family, Shi family, and the thousands of lives that died in vain should be grateful and thanked Longyou?"

Lan Yaozong frowned and sneered, "Defending the crown, do you know why your three families were in trouble back then? It is because of your arrogant and domineering attitude now! You can ask at will which emperor in this world can allow his imperial power to be on the sidelines, and which emperor can sit idly by and watch foreign relatives interfere in politics and climb onto my head! Now, you don't know how to reflect on it, but you blame me on my head!"

The defending brother clenched his hands into fists, and blood fell from his fingers.

Tears slid down my eyes at some point.

The butcher, Rui Niang and others behind him were also filled with righteous indignation, wishing to rush forward and tear Lan Yaozong out of his body.

But before the few people could move, they were stopped by Mu Yan.

"Are you stupid?" Mu Yan curled his subordinates with his lips and said lightly, but his smile was not invisible. "The tradition of the people in the Lan Empire is shameless and ungrateful. You actually tried to reason with them. Aren't you asking for trouble?"

Luoyu said depressedly: "Why do I think my senior brother and I were shot while lying down?"

Mu Yan patted his shoulder, "Be good, it has nothing to do with you and the eldest brother. Even if the tiger poison doesn't eat any children, you will not even let your own flesh and blood go, and you are not qualified to be called a father. Twenty years ago, Xiaoqi, you and the eldest brother have nothing to do with the Lan Empire. You are just Xiaoqi of our Xiaoyao Sect, and the eldest brother is just Yun Ruohan of our Xiaoyao Sect."

Yun Ruohan was slightly shocked when he heard this, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword slowly relaxed.

He looked at the two of them and smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Xiaoqi, don't sing a double act with the junior sister to comfort me. I am not as fragile as you imagine."

Twenty years ago, he was an abandoned existence, just a chess piece in Lan Yaozong's hand that was summoned and waving - Gui Yan.

For him back then, Xiaoqi was the only relative he cared about.

Lan Yaozong was nothing but giving him blood.

Now, even that little blood has been cut off.
Chapter completed!