C39 Leave your life behind

It took him a full four hours to register all of the members of the Royal Mansion.

Leng Qiu and Leng Dong did things in such a meticulous manner that they even wrote down the appearances of the servants, saving Murong Ling a bit of effort. She picked out the servants who had behaved differently and divided them into two parts, giving them to the two of them separately. At that time, it would depend on how loyal they were.

"Three days later, I want to know the result."

The two of them knew that this was just a small test and now was the real test, so they left with serious expressions on their faces.

At the same time, the Duke Palaces' servants were anxious and their moods dropped. Murong Ling recalled that there was a tunnel behind the fake mountain and told them to fill it up so that they wouldn't talk if there was nothing else.

Three days later, when they were halfway through the tunnel, Leng Qiu and Leng Dong came back proudly. Each of them brought a big box with them, and all the servants in the residence knew that they had stored their files inside.

Murong Ling gathered the people, but did not immediately announce it. Instead, she said a sentence that contained deep meaning, "I will give everyone one last chance, if you want to change your mind, do not hesitate to find Leng Qiu and Leng Dong before tomorrow, and not wait any longer."

Many people left with preoccupied thoughts. They secretly observed what the wangfei was up to, only to discover that she was loitering around the mansion, especially in the places where the plants were planted. Her attitude of enjoying the spring was really puzzling.

However, her unfathomable appearance still made people feel pressured. Within a day, more and more people came to Leng Qiu and Leng Dong to confess, and after dusk, no one came back.

The curtain of night silently descended, and the flowers and plants stopped their mumbling. The lanterns and candles in the manor were flickering with specks of light. The main house in the very center of the room silently dived into a few shadows and divided them into two. They took their swords and walked towards the bed while holding the fire and walking towards the wooden box.

With a light creaking sound, the black-clothed man threw the fire piston into the pile of paper, and the flames began to spread. At the same time, another group of black-clothed men stabbed their sharp blades into the two bundles of quilts on the bed.

The man in black was startled and quickly lifted the blanket. There was no princess consort inside, but rather a scarecrow with a hideous face. In the darkness, the split mouth seemed to mock and mock him.

"Dammit, I've been tricked!" This is fake! "

The man in black also realized that something was wrong. There was only a pile of white paper in the box.

"Since you've come, then leave your life behind."

In the dark night, a cold female voice suddenly rang out. The two men in black on both sides looked at each other, drew their swords, and looked at the woman who walked out from the corner. Her complexion was cold and gorgeous, her eyes encircled by a small cluster of flames in the dark night, and she was as beautiful as a Witch walking in the dark.

They didn't even know there was someone else in the room.

"Leng Qiu, Leng Dong, do it!"

Under the order of the woman, a man and a woman dressed in black jumped down from the roof. With a murderous look on their faces, they rushed into the group of men in black.

In the middle of the night, Murong Ling looked at the black-clothed man and revealed a cold smile. She spent a lot of effort to alert the snake and finally lured it out of the cave.

This group of people thought that she had taken them by surprise, but they didn't know that the entire palace was under her control. Wandering about in the day was not as simple as just admiring the flowers.

Seeing the fierce battle going on, Murong Ling waved the soft whip she found in the storage room and joined the battle. It had been a long time since she had fought, but her hands were already itching to fight.