When Zhao Ji heard Yang Mo's words, her hands couldn't help trembling - her hands had never stopped tonight.

She didn't know what Yang Mo asked her to do.

Did he misunderstand that he and the people who assassinated him were accomplices?

Zhao Ji saw clearly what happened in the inn hall.

This is liquidation.

This time it was their turn.

"Mother..."

Just when Zhao Ji was at a loss, Ying Zheng stood behind her and placed his hand on Zhao Ji's shoulder.

Zhao Ji did not look back, but just gently pressed the back of Ying Zheng's hand with his back hand.

"We can't escape after all, we can kill you if you want."

The young Ying Zheng had a firm face, and his hands had never been as calm as they are now.

Perhaps because he felt his son's determination to die calmly, Zhao Ji wiped his tears and smiled.

She took out her official uniform from the bag she carried with her - this was made quietly by her after she knew that Zichu became the prince.

The purpose is to one day after returning to the Qin Dynasty, he would wear this court suit and enter Xianyang City.

Unfortunately, the highlight moment I have been looking forward to for many years has not arrived.

Ying Zheng helped his mother put it on, and put on the young master's uniform sewn by Zhao Ji for himself.

Just when Yang Mo thought the two of them had not heard it, or had escaped, and someone was about to go in and take a look, the door of the room opened.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Zhao Ji and Ying Zheng, dressed in the Crown Princess's uniform and the Prince's uniform, appeared in everyone's sight.

Gai Nie was even more confused, while Jing Ke was stunned, his eyes widened, and a thought came out of his mind.

He recognized this outfit, which was the court ward of the nobles of Qin, and to be precise, the crown princess and princess of Qin.

Who is this mother and son?

Although he was in the same group as Yao Wan'er and others, he did not share information with each other.

I only knew that Yao Wan'er and others picked up a mother and son on the road to cover up their eyes and ears, but they also knew the identity of the mother and son.

In Jing Ke's opinion, what other identities can this mother and son besides being refugees?

Wang Ying's eyes were straightened. Zhao Ji, wearing the Crown Princess's uniform, had an indescribable charm all over her body.

This charm is irresistible.

Who doesn't like the noble lady who is elegant and luxurious, with charming eyebrows, but her face is as cold as a frost.

Yang Mo frowned slightly, too high-profile.

I just asked them to come out, why did I change my clothes?

Who are you going to show this?

Are you afraid that these people will not doubt their identities?

And looking at the place where Zhao Ji's wide sleeves covered her hands, Yang Mo always felt that there was a unique mystery inside, as if there was a dagger hidden inside.

Zhao Ji walked to Yang Mo and saluted him with a solemn expression.

Ying Zheng followed closely behind and also bowed.

Since Zhao Ji and Ying Zheng appeared and walked down the stairs to their eyes, Jing Ke's eyes never left them.

The expression on his face seemed to have frozen.

Yang Mo looked at him and smiled, "Mr. Jing Ke, you must have guessed who they are."

Jing Ke didn't speak, let alone any expression.

He just had a guess in his mind, but this guess made him so panic that he didn't dare to make sure.

But Yang Mo just confirmed this conjecture for him.

"He is Ying Zheng you wanted to assassinate in your previous life."

Yang Mo leaned into his ear and whispered.

There seemed to be a voltage of 100,000 volts hidden in the voice. Words came out of his mouth and into his ears, and Jing Ke felt like he was struck by lightning.

"Now there are no guards around him, no ministers, and no imperial doctor holding a medicine box."

Yang Mo whispered in Jing Ke's ear like a devil's temptation.

Then he took out a dagger and stuffed it into Jing Jie's hands, whose blood was somewhat solidified.

His trembling hands tried hard to hold the handle of the dagger, and the wound was bleeding again due to his relatively violent movement.

Although Zhao Ji and Ying Zheng were calm on the surface, they were very nervous.

The two of them looked at Yang Mo and Jing Ke, not knowing what they were saying, nor did they know what Yang Mo would do to put the dagger in the hands of the man in black.

But it seems that their lives seem to be nothing serious.

Jing Ke's hand was getting bigger and bigger because of Yang Mo's voice.

He suddenly burst into laughter.

Extremely desolate in the laughter.

The past lives kept flashing in my mind.

He knew very well what Yang Mo was going to do.

He also understood that this young man changed his attitude towards him, not being arrogant at first and respectful at the end.

Assassinate Qin, assassinate Qin...

He originally thought that after coming to this world, these two things would have nothing to do with him anymore.

He thought that he was appreciated by Yan Song, and as long as he helped Li Ru kill Yang Mo, the so-called rebellious royal family, he could achieve glory that had not been achieved in his previous life.

But now, Jing Ke understood.

All of this is a mirror, a dream.

In his previous life, he was involved in the dispute between Qin and Yan.

The so-called assassination of Qin was just derived from Prince Dan of Yan's personal hatred for Ying Zheng.

And in this life, he still has not escaped this fate.

Once again, he became a pawn in the hands of others, and became a victim between Yang Fang and Yang Mo, the only remaining royal family in the Northern Sui Dynasty.

With a bang, with Jing Ke's laughter, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

"Did you give up like this?"

Yang Mo picked up the dagger and wiped the blood on it, his face full of nonchalance.

Standing up, straighten your waist, looking at the young man Ying Zheng who was several short of him, Yang Mo pinched the tip of the dagger and handed it to him.

Ying Zheng was stunned and didn't know what to do.

Instinctively looked at his mother, Zhao Ji was about to nod her head and signaled him to obey Yang Mo's arrangements.

Yang Mo walked between the two of them and blocked Ying Zheng's view.

Just when Zhao Ji wanted to hint at Ying Zheng, the voice of the young man standing in front of her came: "As sooner or later, he will face it himself, especially in this world."

Zhao Ji raised her head and saw Yang Mo's smiling face.

From his eyes, she could clearly feel that the young man named Yang Mo in front of her had no hostility or murderous intent.

This slowly let Zhao Ji's heart down.

Suddenly, he realized that he was very close to him and could even feel the heat he was breathing. This made Zhao Jifang, who had not been in contact with a man for many years, tremble, and her face turned slightly red, and she couldn't help but lower her head.

Yang Mo turned around and handed the dagger to Ying Zheng again.

His eyes were staring at his face that had not yet completely escaped from his childishness, and he was looking forward to the choice of the young Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng hesitated for a moment. This was the first time in his life that he made a choice based on his own ideas.

Without his mother's advice, he was a little panicked.

But just a little pause, Ying Zheng held the dagger and his hand was very calm.

Yang Mo lowered his head and said something in Ying Zheng's ear.

Then, regardless of the stunned Ying Zheng, stood by and stood side by side with Gai Nie.

"What did you say to him?"

Gai Nie asked quietly, only Zhao Ji beside him could hear it.

"I gave him a reason to kill Jing Ke."

Yang Mo did not hide it, and then picked up his hand and looked at Ying Zheng who was making ideological decisions.

"What do you think he will do?"

Gai Nie shook his head slightly, and Zhao Ji didn't know what to do.

In her opinion, only if the son kills Jing Ke with his own hands can they survive.

But as a mother, Zhao Ji didn't want him to do such things at this age.

Under the gaze of everyone, Ying Zheng walked to Jing Ke with a dagger.

He looked at Jing Ke, who had lost too much blood, and then looked at the dagger in his hand.

The young Ying Zheng hesitated.

Kill or not?
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