After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Not convinced?"

Shen Jiang squinted his eyes, his pupils as cold as a deep pool.

She rolled up her sleeves domineeringly, leaned back on the imperial concubine's couch, and said calmly: "I come from a well-known family. I can read a thousand words at the age of three. I read military books at the age of six. I founded the Jinwu Guard at the age of twelve. I went on an expedition with my father as a military advisor. In five years, we were defeated. The surrounding powerful countries made Dayong, who had been reduced to a second-class small country, become the leader of all countries in one fell swoop..."

She raised her chin arrogantly: "Xiao Daoyan, as my son, you should be proud. Why are you unconvinced?"

Xiao Yi's eyes were bloodshot.

He said in a deep voice: "It is true that you are powerful in sweeping across the countries, but rather than respecting you, I hate you even more than you are poisonous and cannibal, and I hate you even more for not being able to nourish yourself. If you don't love me, why did you bring me into the world?"

Although he belongs to the Yong royal family, he suffered more hardships when he was young than ordinary children.

No one has loved him since he was sensible.

Several young men in the Nan family were loved by their mothers, but he had nothing but the loquat tree in the yard to accompany him when he grew up alone, and only the endless humiliation and abuse from the servants.

He finally became the overlord of South Vietnam by virtue of his ability, but this woman jumped out impatiently and wanted to take away everything he had earned with blood and life, and to take away his capital to protect Nan Jiaojiao.

He just wanted to ask...

Why?

What's the point of wanting this mother?

Shen Jiang turned away.

The night wind blew out several glazed lamps, causing the light and shadow to dance. Her stunningly beautiful face was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see her expression clearly.

After a long time, she changed the topic coldly: "You grew up in Jinguan City, you have a rebellious temper and a sly and unpredictable temper, so you are not suitable to inherit the position of prince. Your third brother is a famous gentleman in the world. His reputation, political achievements, and connections are beyond your control. I hope he will carry it on his back. Give him the military talisman and Tianshu. If he succeeds to the throne, it will be good for you in the future."

Xiao Yi laughed out loud.

His things all belong to Nan Jiaojiao, why should he give them to his unknown brother?

His bent eyes became even redder, and there was blood between his teeth. He asked jokingly: "What if I don't agree?"

Shen Jiang's hand gently covered the glass lamp.

The lampshade was slightly hot, making her palms feel a little warm.

She raised her eyes, her delicate eyebrows full of indifference: "Then I'll beat you until you are willing to hand it over."

The Blood Guard has no emotions and takes action immediately!

The iron rod hit Xiao Yi's back hard, making a terrifying muffled sound.

Xiao Yi refused to evade or hide.

He looked directly at Shen Jiang and tried to stand up little by little.

The iron rods hit his legs, back and other places one after another. He was covered in blood, but he stood up slowly and powerfully. He stared at Shen Jiang and held the two iron rods that were coming toward his face. .

With a movement of his wrist, the iron rod instantly escaped from the hands of the two blood guards.

Xiao Yi spun forward!

The iron rod swept across the air, knocking down the two Blood Guards. They hit the wall hard and vomited out a large mouthful of blood.

Xiao Yi landed and was about to continue when five blood guards appeared from all directions. Golden hooks connected to iron ropes attacked his limbs and penetrated his flesh firmly.

Tightly tied to his frame.

Blood stained his brocade robe red.

Shen Jiang raised his index finger and put it gently in front of his lips: "Don't move... you will die. Hand over the military talisman and go to Chang'an to become an idle prince, okay?"

Xiao Yi stared at her and just smiled.

The next moment, he grabbed the iron rope, ignoring the pain of the golden hook tearing through the flesh, and suddenly threw the five blood guards into the air. He picked up the iron rod and flew up in the air, severely injuring the five blood guards!

The Nine-foot Mo Dao returned to his hand. He was about to kill someone when the palace door was pushed open.

Shen Yichao's black robe was stained with frost and dew. He stepped onto the threshold of the palace and walked to Shen Jiang. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. He then took out the silk handkerchief covering his nails from his arms and presented it to her respectfully.

Shen Jiang held his chin, glanced at Xiao Yi, and said with interest, "Give it to him."

The candle flame danced.

Xiao Yi got the silk handkerchief and recognized it as Nan Jiaojiao's.

When opened, the nails hidden in the veil show a pale pink color that goes from deep to shallow, and are inlaid with small and delicate pearls and jade.

These are Nan Jiaojiao's nails.

Xiao Yi suddenly clenched the silk handkerchief, his pupils were filled with blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he said hoarsely: "You guys, kill her?!"

Almost without waiting for anyone to answer, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted around him.

He was like a sharp sword unsheathed, killing Shen Jiang without hesitation!

Shen Yijue raised his long sword, stood in front of Shen Jiang, and said sternly: "Is Your Highness going to kill your mother?!"

The Nine-foot Mo Dao is coming towards you!

The two swords met and sparks flew out.

Shen Yi absolutely looked into Xiao Yi's eyes, but was horrified.

What kind of eyes are those?

Blood-red, cruel, dark, and domineering!

Xiao Yi curled his lips, but looked even more terrifying than when he wasn't smiling: "Mother-killing? Shen Jiang, who is she? Get out of here!"

Shen Yijue could only hold on for a few moments before the long knife suddenly broke!

He took a few steps back in embarrassment, his mouth was numb from the shock, and he could hardly hold the knife!

The strong wind is coming.

Shen Jiang always maintained a lazy sitting posture, not even bothering to raise his eyelids.

It seems that in her eyes, Xiao Yi is just a kid who makes small fuss and cannot make waves.

Just when Xiao Yi's blade was about to touch her forehead, a baby's cry came from outside the hall.

"Daoyan."

Someone is calling Xiao Yi.

The sound is clearer and warmer, just like the dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank.

Xiao Yi's Mo Dao stopped in front of Shen Jiang's eyebrows.

No matter how he mobilized the true energy in his body, he couldn't move forward even half an inch, as if someone was controlling him.

"Daoyan."

Qingyue's warm voice sounded again, with an irresistible tone.

Xiao Yi was forced to give up killing Shen Jiang.

He turned around slowly.

The young man standing in front of the palace gate wore a Taoist robe and gauze crown, and a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.

He was holding A Ruian in his arms and teasing him with a smile: "Is this Daoyan's child? Yuxue is so cute, Master really likes it."

Xiao Yi stared at him closely, and some not-so-pleasant memories emerged in his mind.

Back then, the emperor's brother saw that his life was difficult, so he specifically asked Shen Jiang to send a master to teach him his lessons. The person who was sent to Jinguan City was none other than this sanctimonious Taoist priest in front of him.

The thief Taoist priest stayed in Jinguancheng for two years. During those two years, he lived a life worse than death.

Xiao Yi said expressionlessly: "Don't touch him."

The Taoist chuckled lightly, poked Ah Ruo's white and tender face, and said warmly: "We haven't seen each other for many years. Why doesn't Dao Yan know how to salute when he sees his master? Your kung fu was taught by me. Do you want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors? Even your mother and queen You have to assassinate them all, you are really capable."

Shen Jiang changed her sitting position, not minding what Xiao Yi had just done to kill her, and said lightly: "Nan Baoyi is not dead, but was arranged by me to go elsewhere. Ayan, as long as you obey me, in three years , how about I arrange for you to meet?"

Shen Yijue glanced at her.

My aunt smiled as usual, as if Nan Baoyi was really still alive.

He understood that his aunt wanted Xiao Daoyan to work for her.

He looked at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi held the knife, his expression dark and unclear.

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