Ji Yaoguang and her members smoothly got into Bo Ku’s camp. When they met the General of Qingche City, Ji Yaoguang immediately showed him the mystical vessel, which was said to never overflow even when poured into a thousand glasses.

The vessel was put in a gold box with ornamental engraving. In appearance, it was a round vessel made of white jade with two ear-shaped handles, and there was nothing special. But when people hid it in the dark, the vessel glowed blue.

Strange to say, the vessel was produced in a kind of unknown design indeed. As Ji Yaoguang completely poured a full pot of wine into it, the scarlet and translucent liquor was lopsided over the rim as high as the grave. But the wine still never overflowed.

Those people of Bo Ku Army were stunned completely. The General was more amazed, getting close to carefully look over the vessel for quite some minutes.

Looking through the translucent liquor, he could see in beaming waves, shadows and lights overlapping to picture a couple of fluttering butterflies. The scene was aesthetic and wonderful.

The General was ecstatic and immediately held up five fingers, showing that he was willing to pay 50,000 Bei Coins for the vessel. Besides, he paid another 50,000 Bei Coins for the 20 Persian dancers.

It was absolutely a bad bargain for Ji Yaoguang.

But she didn’t care, as she aimed not at those Bo Ku people's fortunes, but their lives.

She casually bargained with him. Eventually, those Bo Ku's People raised the price to 120,000 Bei Coins.

The General was so grateful for Ji Yaoguang, as she was so generous. Then he kept her and her members stay overnight at the camp and carnival with them to dawn.

It was the best thing. Ji Yaoguang immediately dedicated 100 jars of wine.

The darkness gradually fell. In Qingche City, people were indulging in gold and luxurious party.

In open ground, the bonfire was blazing merrily. At the soft windy night, a dozen of Persian dancers were twisting their slim waists as delicately as a snake. With long fair and soft legs, they danced seductively.

Those dancers were surrounded by soldiers of Bo Ku Army. Behind the strip table, the big and brawny General sat up, embracing two dancers in his arms. But he seemed not satisfied. In greedy eyes, he looked at those dancing girls smoothly, ceaselessly shifting eyes to the beauty.

In his arm, there was a beautiful dancer with a slender neck. She slightly raised her hand, with one slender finger twinkling a pinch of his beard, smiling to him smartly.

The General didn't mean to blame her. Instead, he forcibly raised the girl's delicate chin, intending to kiss her. Seeing the scene, another dancer held one vessel of wine and slightly said something in a soft and clear voice.

He smiled and turned to look at her. It made no sense that he didn't understand Persian words. As long as he saw the dancer holding the bronze vessel high, he knew that she was toasting him. So he laughed and reached for it.

Unexpectedly, when the dancer raised her red and plump lips and saw him seductively, she overturned her wrist, pouring the whole wine down.

The sweet and thick liquor flew from her two buxom breasts into the deep bully. Instantly, through the drenched garments, two tits were shown more clearly.

Being fiercely stirred, the General swallowed and gulped violently several times. Then he held the breasts in his hands, lowering his head to suckle the sweet wine in the breasts at ease.

The dancer just casually struggled for a while. But then she severely raised her head, with eyes closed, slightly frowning and fawning.

The dwarf retinue quietly went close to Ji Yaoguang and whispered,

"Master, time is up. Let's take actions. Don't let those beauties needlessly be played by those Bo Ku people."

Ji Yaoguang vigilantly looked around, and then she hid mouth behind the bronze vessel, turning to whisper him,

"Send the two jars of doped wine to the people in the tower. As soon as they are unconscious, we take action."

...

At night, when the bonfire became thinner and thinner, soldiers of Bo Ku Army were drunk lying in disorder. All kinds of snores rose and fell.

Ji Yaoguang and her members walked fast to the tower of Qingche City.

As its Gate was opened, the 10,000 soldiers of Lang Army who lurked long outside Qingche City collaborated with the members of Ji Yaoguang's team within. They conquered the whole city so easily and smoothly.

In this white war, over 56,000 people of Bo Ku Army were almost struck one fatal blow when they were asleep. There was no survival.

At the same time, in the Imperial Palace of Da Yi.

A man in red directly walked to Wutong Garden.

In the morning, when Yu Xuanji saw Prince Chen walking out of Qinming Hall with the Warrior Token held in his arms, an extremely astonishing idea occurred to him.

"The dim-witted man could take away so many kinds of things, but why he chose the Warrior Token?"

"Is it possible that he is never dim-witted? Even when I deliberately measured to spill the boy's urine to him, he also pretended to be dim-witted?"

"Anyhow, now that the Fourth Princess forgot to send the Warrior Token back, I should best go to Wutong Garden in person, trying another measure to Huanan Xin."

Yu Xuanji thought and walked faster.

A person stood in the middle of palace road. When he suddenly occurred, the figure was like a ghost from the earth. Instantly the handsome priest, Yu Xuanji, stopped, unconsciously leaning his upper body back.

"Ha-ha, beautiful uncle! Where are you going in the dark?"

Prince Chen tilted his head lopsidedly. As he acquired in a weird voice, he stepped to Yu Xuanji.

Perhaps for the reason of moonlight, his long and beautiful eyes which were always full of blank now became so clear, often burning cold lights as sharp as a hawk.

Being stared at by such sharp eyes, Yu Xuanji felt a sense of unexplainable nervousness. In the sleeves, his fingers were seriously clenched.

Making a forced smile, he softly asked,

"It is dark now. Your Highness, won't you go back to Wutong Garden?"

"Ha-ha, I, as a Prince, am waiting for you here. Aren’t you going to find me in Wutong Garden?"

Prince Chen also smiled. He still looked slow and dim-witted. But he had just said a clear sentence, which was completely expressed by a normal guy.

Instantly, Yu Xuanji popped his eyes, a kind of scare flooding his scalp in waves.

In his memory, Prince Chen never behaved in accordance with the imperial ceremonial. While speaking, he just said "I..." and "I...".

But now, he called himself a "Prince"!

Huanan Xin, was he really dim-witted?

Yu Xuanji's heart beat faster, as pound as a drum. He took a deep breath, directly asking,

"Your Highness, could you give back the palm-leaf fan of His Majesty?"

Quietly, they looked at each other for a while. Suddenly Prince Chen showed never stupid, with hands held behind his back, he squinted and ruthlessly ridiculed,

"The fan was already sent to the Capital Army's camp. Now the 100,000 soldiers of Capital Army are on the way to the Palace."

"..."

Yu Xuanji stood stock-still when he was stiff as a rock. He was absolutely astonished to smother.

In the dark, Yu Xuanji sighed that even he and Leng Qingtang had contrived and calculated thousands of times, both of them ignored Prince Chen, the worst enemy!

"You... pretended to be dim-witted all the time..."

Instantly in a roar, he slapped his hard hands down to the skull of Prince Chen.

Prince Chen was calm as usual, and made a side step to avoid this attack. With arms waved, the wide sleeves were rustling and blowing.

Instantly, a sharp sense was condensed in substance. Just like an invisible sharp weapon, it attacked Yu Xuanji's face.

Yu Xuanji jumped high into the air, fading this fatal attack. At the close quarters, they soon fight and touched each other several times.

Suddenly Yu Xuanji felt someone was on his back. Like a ghost, the person was closely following his steps, flexibly and quietly.

He cast a fist and beat Prince Chen's attack. But when he intended to turn around and attack the person on the back, he was slow a little. Immediately he felt hot in the back.

Then he got a sense of pain that occurred on the condition that skins were ripped by sharp objects. Unfortunately, he suffered ae sneak attack on a key part.

Yu Xuanji fainted, landing on his one-side body. He tried to suppress the sharp pain and violently gasped, glaring that one strange dressed in nighttime garment worship on bended knees and respectfully say,

"I come back late. Let master be frightened, it is my guilt."

Prince Chen was calm. With hands held behind his back, he came around this kneed retinue, walking slowly to feeble Yu Xuanji.

He was like a devil from the hell. Hostility, mingled with inhumanity and blood, this kind of terror fulfilled him, frightening and thrilling.

On the moonlight, he slightly lowered his frightening cold eyes, looking at uncollected Yu Xuanji. A sense of hostility flashed on his cold and handsome face.

Fiddling with his ten fingers, Prince Chen slowly said,

"You once spilled the boy's urine to me. Now I didn't kill you but only disenable your ability of Kungfu, It's a good bargain for you."

Yu Xuanji raised and stared up at Prince Chen. In his scarlet eyes, both hostility and homicidal intent were shown. However, he suffered a sneak attack and couldn't move. Even he tried to struggle long, it was still useless. At that time, plenty of hatred was shown on his handsome face,

"You had been pretended to be dim-witted in the Palace for many years. Now you should quietly take the Warrior Token and order soldiers of Capital Army to the Palace. Do you want to take an imperial coup?"

As "imperial coup' was blurted out, a sense of freeze flooded from his back to his rear head. Yu Xuanji was astonished, and he felt violent drumming in his temples.

Prince Chen ruthlessly looked at Yu Xuanji, making him tremble. Then smiled and said as slightly as wind,

"What? You and Leng Qingtang have been contriving for that thing. Now I take it over. Should you be astonishing and frightening?"

"..."

Yu Xuanji's lips trembled, having nothing to say in reply.

Prince Chen plucked sleeves and ordered his retinue in black,

"Hide him in Cold Palace. Remember, don't make him dead. I need to bound Leng Qingtang with him."

The instant the man in black touched his shoulder with hands, Yu Xuanji struggled to push him away, shouting to Prince Chen,

"Huanan Xin, don't fantasy! At worst, I will suicide. Twenty years later, I am still a great man!"

Prince Chen evilly squinted and sneered, slowly plucking his skirt and squatting. With his eyes looking at Yu Xuanji at the same level, he slyly raised eyebrows,

"You won't... Your little sister Zheng Wanruo will come back soon. Don't you want to meet and acquaint her?"

Yu Xuanji was instantly astonished. After a silence, he spoke in trembling and exciting voice, trying to grab Prince Chen's garment,

"What are you saying... You... Do you know, who my litter sister is?"

Prince Chen neither flurried nor dodged. With a smile as cold as ice, he showed malicious and insidious sights in his clear eyes. On purpose, he slowly said words, which were like sharp knives stabbing Yu Xuanji's heart,

"You once pushed her to the Mansion of Ming Lan in person, later she escaped a narrow life on the carriage. Gu Yunxi, the pathetic girl who suffered two pains of changing face, is your little sister, Zheng Wanruo."

Hearing that, Yu Xuanji was stunned. After a while, his heart violently beat, with hot tears flooding from his eyes.

Mental and physical pains mingled, torturing him violently trembling. In grief, he closed eyes and covered his face with fingers, sadly muttering,

"She... She should be Wanruo... My half-sister Wanruo... I'm sorry, Wanruo... It's my fault. I'm sorry for you!"

The instant he finished roaring bitterly, Yu Xuanji puffed a gush of blood to the face of Prince Chen. Then he flopped back, unconscious.