You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

"Why did Prince Consort Qu come back from work early today?"

Outside the princess's residence, the commander of the imperial guards slowly took off his helmet, then casually placed it in the hands of the welcoming maid, nodded and said, "Your Majesty has long been a Nascent Soul expert. And I am just a decoration."

His tone was calm, but his eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and self-mockery.

"Today, Lord Liu surrounded and killed people from Qingyun Sect. I was worried that something unexpected might happen to the princess. So I returned to the princess's mansion in advance to ensure her safety."

He walked steadily into the house and did not stop until he reached the archway into the garden.

He looked at the maids on duty on both sides of the archway and said in a low voice, "Go and inform the princess that I am here to greet you."

However, the two maids lowered their heads and did not dare to look him in the eye, as if they were afraid that he would see through their thoughts.

After they looked at each other, they lowered their heads again and remained motionless.

Seeing their reactions, Prince Consort Qu couldn't help but frown, feeling a surge of dissatisfaction in his heart.

He raised his voice and questioned with some dignity: "What do you mean? Is it possible that what I said is no longer effective?!"

Faced with his questioning, the two maids still did not respond, but lowered their heads even lower, almost to the ground.

Prince Consort Qu frowned slightly and pondered secretly in his heart.

Suddenly, he remembered that when he was at the door, the maid had asked him why he had to leave his shift early, but he didn't pay attention to this detail at the time.

Looking back now, he suddenly understood everything.

He took a deep breath, and his tone became low and cold: "Is that monk here again?"

His eyes flashed with anger and his fists were clenched, as if he wanted to vent his inner anger.

Thinking of this, the prince consort's face gradually turned pale. He wanted to force his way in, but reason made him retreat again.

Thinking back to his wife's many secret meetings with the monk, he felt powerless and desperate, and sighed helplessly, "Forget it, in bed they are husband and wife, outside of bed they are monarch and subject, this is the fate of a prince consort..."

Then he waved his hand, turned around and left, muttering: "Forget it, I'm going back to the palace to take up my duties."

However, just as Prince Consort Qu was about to leave, one of the maids suddenly knelt down and called out in a trembling voice, "Prince Consort!"

Prince Consort Qu stopped, turned his head slowly, frowned at the two maids, and asked in confusion, "What else?"

The kneeling maid raised her head, her eyes full of fear and worry, and choked up as she said, "Master Yuan Sheng didn't come... Her Highness the Princess..."

Prince Consort Qu was slightly startled, and a bad premonition surged in his heart. He quickly stepped forward, helped the maid up, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with your Highness the Princess? Tell me quickly!"

The maid cried and replied, "Her Royal Highness... went to ask Mr. Liu for someone... Her Royal Highness told us not to tell you... But we really don't know what to do!"

Upon hearing the news, Prince Consort Qu was struck by lightning. His face turned pale in an instant, his eyes were dazed, his throat was very dry, and he swallowed hard, and asked in a hoarse voice, "But what about the girl from the Hu family?"

Seeing that the maid did not refute, Prince Consort Qu's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. A wave of panic surged into his heart. He staggered and stumbled back two steps, muttering to himself: "Something bad is going to happen!!!"

"Prince Consort... Wuuwuwu, are we all going to die? Will Lord Liu kill us all? Wuuwuwu..."

He stood there in a daze, with these words constantly echoing in his mind. After a while, he suddenly came to his senses and rushed out of the mansion, shouting as he ran: "Prepare the horses, prepare the horses quickly!"

......

Caishikou in Beijing.

A trembling woman knelt on a wide execution platform, her eyes covered with a white cloth, her scapula pierced by two curved hooks, and her body tied with heavy iron chains.

Opposite the execution platform stood a newly built temporary pavilion, covered with gauze on all sides. Inside, one could vaguely see a figure squatting on a cushion with a fruit plate in hand, constantly putting grapes into his mouth.

"Mr. Liu, it's already noon. Shall we start the execution?"

A Jinyiwei came quickly to the pavilion and asked with a bow, and the figure inside the pavilion shook the fruit plate in his hand. The Jinyiwei immediately understood and moved aside.

Liu Yuntian looked at the crowd around him, spit out a grape seed and said, "Wait a moment, there are too few people watching the fun. How can I kill the chicken if those monkeys don't come?"

He put down the fruit plate, clapped his hands and continued, "Go to their homes and knock on the doors one by one, and tell them that I want them to watch a show. If they don't come, they will have to think about the consequences."

"promise!"

The Jinyiwei bowed and retreated. Liu Yuntian picked up a lychee from the small table, peeled it and put it into his mouth, "Mm! Sweet~"

Half an incense stick later, another group of people gathered at the vegetable market. They were all middle-aged men wearing butlers' uniforms. A Jinyiwei came to the pavilion to report, "Mr. Liu, they all claimed that they had official business to attend to, so they all sent their butlers..."

Killing the chicken to scare the monkey is only one aspect. Liu Yuntian's original intention was to anger the Qingyun Sect. There are three immortal sects in Daliang. The three sects have been advancing and retreating together for many years. If Liu Yuntian starts a war against one of them, the other two sects will definitely not sit idly by.

But if the Qingyun Sect took the initiative to declare war on Daliang, it would be different. The other two sects would certainly not help the evil because of these things.

At this moment, humiliating and beheading Qingyun Sect disciple Hu Qinglian in public can, firstly, deter those officials who are ungrateful and disloyal, and secondly, it would be even better if it could make Qingyun Sect go to war.

Liu Yuntian sneered and nodded, "Okay, it's ok for the butler to come. They will ask about it after they go back anyway."

After that, he stood up and stretched, and said lazily, "Let's get started."

"promise!"

The Jinyiwei turned around and shouted towards the execution platform, "Execute!!!"

"No!!! Mr. Liu, please let me go. I really don't know anything about my father's collusion with Qingyun Sect!!!"

After hearing the order to execute her, Hu Qinglian finally couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears, "Mr. Liu! Please, I'll do whatever you ask me to do!!!"

However, no one at the scene paid any attention to her. Two executioners pulled the curved hook out of her scapula. The curved hook was a tool used to prevent prisoners from escaping. After passing through the scapula, there would be a barb in the opposite direction at the bend that would firmly hang on the flesh.

The executioner pulled and tore off a large piece of flesh from her body. Hu Qinglian screamed in pain, but she did not forget to beg for mercy.

"Master Liu! I report that besides my father, there are others who are colluding with the Immortal Sect. If you only spare my life, I will give the list to Master Liu!"

After these words were spoken, everyone in the field couldn't help but take a breath and cast their eyes towards the figure in the pavilion. However, Liu Yuntian remained unmoved and continued to eat the fruit.

Liu Yuntian smiled secretly in his heart. List? I have one too. If I want to clean it up, many people will die. At this special moment, the death of too many officials will be detrimental to the country.

Seeing that Liu Yuntian had no reaction, some people were happy and some were sad. Those who were happy were naturally the group of people who were guilty, while the only one who was sad was Hu Qinglian on the stage.

The executioner raised his long knife at this moment, "Miss, don't move. My magic weapon is very sharp. It is specially prepared for monks. I guarantee that there will be no pain after one cut."

"No! No! No! Someone please save me, I'll do anything!!!"

The executioner swung the machete violently, and the sound of breaking through the air echoed above Hu Qinglian's head.

"when--"

A long spear shot out from somewhere and hit the executioner's sword violently, making a deafening metal collision sound.

"Leave people under the knife!"