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Chapter 5099: 5.0851 Qiaoqiao Surrounded

His brotherly affection for Mo Liuqie had already been extinguished eighteen years ago.

During those tumultuous years, if it weren't for the support of Prince Kang and Prince Zhenyuan, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on.

The word "brother"—Mo Liuqie simply didn't deserve it.

The Emperor withdrew his gaze from Grand Elder Kongyin, thinking coldly: He will never forgive this person.

He and Wuxia had missed so many years together, and he had lived in solitude for so many years. These things couldn't simply be forgiven and forgotten.

The father and son descended the long steps in silence.

Walking one after the other under the quiet moonlight, their figures cast long shadows by the faint moonlight.

"Bang!"

In the darkness, a cluster of burning fireworks suddenly lit up the entire moonlit night.

Mo Liusheng instinctively looked up.

Under the faint moonlight, a colorful display of fireworks abruptly illuminated the entire night sky.

The Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly. "Something's happening."

"I'll go check it out." Mo Lian's heart sank. The direction seemed to be towards the Eastern Palace. Could it be...

A bad premonition immediately seized him. He dropped a sentence and then summoned Little Seven, rushing towards where the fireworks were burning.

Mo Liusheng watched his son's grand display, summoning the golden dragon to fly away, and couldn't help but shake his head, muttering to himself, "So impatient."

His son was good in every way, outstanding in all aspects, but when it came to matters concerning his wife, he became as agitated as if he were a different person.

Things like "remaining calm even when mountains collapse" or "reducing everything to ashes with a laugh"—that's when it didn't concern his wife!

Once it concerned her, forget it; he couldn't remain calm at all.

All his supposed calmness, composure, wisdom, and intelligence were thrown to the wind the moment his wife was in trouble.

Mo Liusheng glanced at his son's retreating back with a hint of disdain, muttering inwardly: What a disappointing fellow.

Pearl was genuinely anxious now.

She had been ordered by the Empress to deliver the Crown Princess safely and soundly back to the Eastern Palace.

Who knew they would encounter reckless individuals mid-journey, desperately attempting to assassinate the Crown Princess!

The most critical part was that the Crown Princess, who was originally sitting in the carriage watching the spectacle, for some unknown reason, actually moved.

She leaped out and plunged into the group of black-clad assassins, wielding a long sword that crackled with lightning, and without a word, slashed towards the shoulder and neck of one of the black-clad assassins.

[You dared to stab Qiaoqiao's Lotus! You bastards. All of you are tired of living, rushing to Qiaoqiao's doorstep to find trouble. Die!]

The little poker face struck fiercely. She hadn't acted before, but once she did, everyone was startled.

With a flick of her wrist, lightning flashed and crackled, forming electric flowers that showered down upon the group of black-clad figures.

If the little Crown Princess had remained in the carriage, Pearl and her guards would have protected her.

But now, she had jumped into the group of assassins by herself, and with this single move, over a dozen sharp blades simultaneously swung towards her.

Pearl was sweating profusely, screaming, "You little rascals, how dare you!"

These people were truly desperate, suicidal fanatics!

How did they suddenly appear from within the palace? For so many people to evade over a dozen rounds of palace patrols, there could only be one method.

They must have been hidden inside some spatial container and secretly brought into the palace.