"I heard that in order to rescue the beauty, His Highness of the Ghost King broke into the prison of the Ministry of Justice at night, killed people and robbed prisoners, and even kidnapped the Minister of Justice."

Ouyang Yu leaned lazily against the screen not far away, smiling meaningfully, "For a woman, she is so reckless and even willing to expose the power you have hidden for many years, which is not your style."

"It will be exposed, sooner or later, no big deal." Yun Danfeng Qing, who replied to the Ghost King, seemed to have not taken these troubles to heart. "A few clowns, are you still afraid of them?"

Ouyang Yu was angry at his reaction and smiled: "But there is a clear better solution to this matter. You can never come forward without having to come forward and let someone rob the prisoner and save people in the name of the prince. King Rui will naturally transfer all his hatred to Ye Linyuan. They kill each other and you will reap the benefits of the fisherman. This is your style of doing things."

His Highness the Ghost King pursed his lips and said nothing.

Of course he knew that going to the Ministry of Justice to rob the prison was the worst strategy, but when things happened suddenly, he didn't have time to think about it so much.

What's more, he was unwilling to make Xiyan feel that the only one who can save her in this world is Prince Ye Linyuan.

"Since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty, and this sentence has been fulfilled in you again."

Young Master Ouyang looked at him with a slight smile, "Don't forget that your real enemy is not the prince and King Rui, but the father who loves you. He is the person in this world who wants you to die the most."

Ye Mohan tightened his hand holding the quilt: "What's the situation outside?"

"What else can you do? Your third prince attacked and sued the emperor overnight yesterday, and told the emperor about the good things you did. Someone had been sent in the palace to arrest you and ask for the crime."

His Highness the Ghost King didn't say anything, but gently covered the thin quilt in his hand on Xiyan: "I will enter the palace with them later. I may not be able to get out in the past two days. You can take her out to avoid the limelight. Also, don't let her know about this."

"Why?"

"There is no need to worry her."

He replied simply, Ouyang Yu's eyes gradually dimmed. After a while, he suddenly sneered: "Ye Mohan, you're done, this woman is your nemesis."

The people from the palace sect probably won't arrive later. Ouyang Yu tactfully left the space for these two people, turned around and exited the room.

Ye Mohan held Xi Yan's soft horn, and his eyes moved, and he saw behind her seriously injured.

The wounds there had been bandaged, but a little blood still oozed out, dyeing the gauze red. The too bright and dazzling color suddenly stinged his eyes.

At first, he didn't care about her, but he wanted to let her suffer some punishment in prison. Perhaps this girl would return to her side obediently, but when he saw her being tortured by those people, he felt that his heart was about to break.

When he saw her being beaten in the prison torture room, he was really furious. His only thought at that time was to kill all those who bullied her without any consequences.

In this life, he has never been so impulsive, but this time, he even distracted from disrupting the chess game he had carefully arranged for many years just to avenge her.
Chapter completed!