General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 747

Chapter 747: The Three Brave Little Ones (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Feng Xiaoran did not give up. He walked up to him with the portrait and asked him if he knew the person in the portrait.

Guo Ming was drunk. Everything he saw was double. How could he recognize the portrait?

Feng Xiaoran glared at him, but he was not flustered, because there was someone in the hall who could prove Wei Qing’s identity.

“Consort Ling, you’re Wei Qing’s cousin. You should know Wei Qing, right?”

Su Xiaoxiao slapped the table and stood up. “Feng Xiaoran! Don’t go too far! Who doesn’t know that she fell out with the Wei family? Can she be trusted? What if the two of you colluded to frame the Wei family?”

Feng Xiaoran smiled wantonly and said, “Madam Wei, you can rest assured. I,

Feng Xiaoran, swear to the heavens that I have never interacted with Consort Ling. Before today, if I say anything to her or have any interaction with her, I will be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!”

With such a heavy oath, even those who believed in Zhuge Qing could not help but have a trace of doubt.

Feng Xiaoran was extremely happy. “Zhuge Qing, the higher you climb, the worse you would fall. How ever much everyone loved and respected you in the past would be how much they hate you the day your disguise is torn.”

“Just wait to be torn apart by everyone!”

Guo Lingxi clenched her fists.

Feng Xiaoran looked at her steadily. “Consort Ling, I believe you won’t lie to His

Majesty.”

The crime of deceiving the emperor would be decapitation. Even if it was a concubine princess, her outcome would definitely not be good.

The Old Marquis subconsciously grabbed the sword at his waist. He was preparing to fight, but just as he touched it, he realized that he could not bring weapons into the palace. His sword had long been placed in the carriage outside.

“Wei Qing is my second cousin… I’ve seen him many times. I do know his portrait. ”

Feng Xiaoran smiled in satisfaction.

“The person in the portrait… is not my second cousin.”

Feng Xiaoran was stunned.

Guo Lingxi said, “I don’t know where you got this portrait, but I can tell you with certainty that my second cousin doesn’t look like this. If you don’t believe me, you can ask the female official beside me. She has seen Wei Qing before.”

The female official hurriedly said, “That’s right. I’ve seen Second Young Master

Wei a few times in the capital. The person in the portrait doesn’t look like

Second Young Master Wei.”

Feng Xiaoran gritted his teeth and said, “You’re lying! You must have been bribed by the Wei family!”

Su Xiaoxiao said calmly, “Feng Xiaoran, you were the one who asked Consort

Ling to testify just now. Now you’re the one who’s questioning her testimony! Everything you say has to be right. You’re so domineering!”

Guo Lingxi walked out of her seat and bowed to the Western Jin Emperor. She said sincerely, “Your Maiestv, I can swear to the heavens that the person in the portrait is really not my second cousin.”

Concubine Jing frowned and glanced at Guo Lingxi.

She felt a change in the other party.

Other than Su Xiaoxiao and the others, the only one who knew the truth was probably Yuwen Xi.

She was basically certain that Zhuge Qing was Wei Qing, but she did not say a word.

The Western Jin emperor looked at Feng Xiaoran coldly. “Men! Take Feng Xiaoran away!”

Feng Xiaoran’s expression changed.

Two powerful eunuchs walked towards Feng Xiaoran. Just as they were about to support Feng Xiaoran, something unexpected happened.

The Ghost Face Dancers behind Feng Xiaoran suddenly swarmed forward. The wooden sticks in their hands that were originally used to pray for blessings were pulled by them, turning into sharp rings.

They slashed the eunuch in front of Feng Xiaoran to death. Blood splattered on

Feng Xiaoran’s face, and he was stunned.

“Guards! Protect the Emperor!”

It was too late. A few Ghost Face Dancers had appeared behind the originally empty door at some point. They suddenly closed the door and bolted it tightly.

The door of such a hall was not an ordinary door and could not be easily broken open.

Not only was the door closed, but there was a rumbling in the back hall. Furthermore, the back door was blocked.

The imperial guards could not enter.

The Ghost Face Dancers began to slaughter wantonly in the hall. Screams rose and fell. Chong Ming Hall, which had been singing and dancing a moment ago, had become everyone’s battlefield.