After a while, the soldiers collapsed on the ground and screamed. When the Eighth Prince saw this scene, he couldn't help but be surprised and said, "You... you dare to attack the guards in the palace. Do you know that this is a death sentence!"

"Sorry, I don't know, but should we calculate our accounts now?"

Murong Ningyue said as she slowly walked towards the Eighth Prince. Seeing this, the Eighth Prince stepped back and said, "What do you want to do? This is outside the palace, and there are a large number of masters in the palace. If this prince has any shortcomings, you can't escape!"

Murong Ningyue smiled even brighter at this time and said, "It doesn't matter whether she can escape or not, but now we don't see you, and it's the most important thing to beat you up. What are you still standing, son? Come here quickly!"

When Ye Xiaobao heard this, he hurriedly ran to Murong Ningyue, and then he and Murong Ningyue beat the Eighth Prince to the pain. The Eighth Prince was so regretful at this time. If he had known that there would be one hundred courages today, he would never have troubled Murong Ningyue and Ye Xiaobao.

But it's too late to say anything now. With the joint efforts of Murong Ningyue and Ye Xiaobao, the Eighth Prince was quickly beaten into a pig's head, but Murong Ningyue and Ye Xiaobao also paid great attention to their ability to take action.

Although the eighth prince looked very miserable, he did not suffer any fatal injuries. These skin trauma could be restored to normal after a period of rest. This was Murong Ningyue for Murong Nanyan's sake. After all, the eighth prince was Murong Nanyan's nephew.

At this time, Murong Nanyan finally saw Murong Qiufeng in the palace. Murong Nanyan looked anxious to Murong Qiufeng: "Emperor Brother! I have something to report to the emperor!"

"Tell me!"

Murong Qiufeng had a faint smile on his face, but for some reason it gave people a cold feeling. Murong Nanyan hurriedly said: "Brother, the eight emperors had ordered you to capture Murong Ningyue and Ye Xiaobao, but as far as I know, these two are not assassins. Is there any misunderstanding between the emperor?"

Murong Qiufeng seemed to have expected Murong Nanyan to come for this matter, but Murong Qiufeng said calmly: "Hmph! Murong Ningyue and Ye Xiaobao collided with Lao Ba in the street, and that Murong Ningyue even attacked Lao Ba. All of our royal family were bullied like this. Isn't this an assassin?"

"Brother, there is really a misunderstanding in this. It's just some small conflicts and frictions between young people. It seems that this exaggeration seems to be a bit over?"

Murong Qiufeng couldn't help but look dark when he heard this, "Hmm? Then, according to what you meant, is I wrong?"

"I don't mean that, but this matter is not that serious. Please be kind to your heart and spare Murong Ningyue and Ye Xiaobao and his son!"

"Hmph! How can I change the things I have decided easily? If this is spread, how can I govern the country? There is no room for negotiation on this matter, so you don't have to say more. If there is nothing else, you can leave!"

Seeing Murong Qiufeng not entering, Murong Nanyan could only say: "Brother, Murong Ningyue is a personal disciple of the Fallen Head of Wudao Sect. You just treat it as a matter of Wudao Sect's sake and let them go!"
Chapter completed!