The Barbarian envoy's smile was constantly twisting and morphing in Chang Geng's eyes, with an unspeakable demonic aura. It was the same expression as Hu Ge Er's when she was cursing him before dying. It deposited the bitterness of Eighteen Tribes who fought against heaven and earth, against people and for life.

      Chang Geng stared closely at the silver cup in the hands of the Third Prince. His whole body seemed to be shackled by a thousand weights. However, in the eyes of outsiders, he was silent for only a moment.

      Not long after, Chang Geng raised his hand in front of the eyes of the crowd. His thin lips were almost bloodless, he gracefully and calmly took a glass from a nearby servant.

      Anyone with eyes could see that Yan Wang had just come out of illness. His hand and cheeks lacked blood. The finger holding the cup trembled slightly. He lowered his eyes and touched the silver cup of the prince lightly, saying coldly, "Third Prince, help yourself. I have taken medicine recently and cannot drink alcohol. When the Eighteen Tribes will bring this year's tribute, you and I will have the opportunity to drink together."

      The Third Prince stared at him through the double pupils. Chang Geng touched his lips with the wine in his glass then put the silver cup aside, walking past the Barbarian envoy without looking sideways.

       In other people's eyes, maybe His Highness Yan Wang was only indifferent towards the enemy envoy, but Gu Yun saw from his ghostly pale face the violent and repressive impatience.

      There truly was something abnormal about that Third Prince after all. Gu Yun's heart sank and turned to Shen Yi to make a signal. The latter immediately understood and quietly went out of the hall. Gu Yun got up and pushed aside the people blocking the way. As he walked towards Chang Geng, he said in a loud voice, "Your Highness, please come and have a rest."

      Before he could get close, his sharp nose that was different from ordinary people's detected a very subtle odor of blood, and his heart was in a state of confusion when he recalled Miss Chen's vague line about blood.

      At that moment, the Barbarian envoy was seemingly unable to read the situation and took a step forward to say, "I still remember that year when our goddess strayed to a foreign land, I didn't expect that one day I would get to see her bloodline, it must be a blessing by god."

      Xu Ling coldly answered, "Yan Wang is the true royalty of our Great Liang. It would be inappropriate for you to say so."

      The Barbarian envoy stared into Chang Geng's eyes intensely, as if wanting to see a little bit of clue from his pupils. But the more he looked, the more shocked he felt.

      The reason why it was so difficult to refine the Bone of Impurity was that besides being cruel, it also required every element to be aligned. The host must have a strong temperament, so as to leave a long fermentation time for the blood of the evil god. He must not lose control too early. Otherwise, the mental development of the host would remain at the level of a moronic child for the rest of his life.

      The Third Prince was one such example of a failure. This innocent child had a twin brother, both died together due to his father's hatred. Failing to survive the first attack of the Bone of Impurity, he had been destroyed and could only serve as a 'sacrifice' to evil gods. In contrast, Yan Wang in front of them was the perfect product. Even now, he still maintained his sanity, and even in front of the sacrifice, he had not revealed an opening, how strong could his will be?

The evil spirit of the Bone of Impurity originated from devouring. When it was near another weak and incomplete Bone of Impurity, it aroused its instinct and would lose its mind. Therefore, the latter was also called a 'sacrifice'. At this time, if someone nearby guided him properly, controlled his mind when the Bone of Impurity was distracted, then supplemented him with medicines, the evil god would be able to follow one's orders until he collapsed completely. +

      Perhaps, even Xiu Niang herself didn't realize that the evil god she abandoned halfway through could be this powerful. Unfortunately, these years, the evil god was taken away by the people in the Central Plains, not only did they fail to exert the true power of the evil god, but it also became a sharp weapon against the Eighteen Tribes. +

      "At Yanhui Town, my king had seen Your Highness once, but at that time, he thought that Your Highness was a dirty child birthed by Hu Ge Er, he was rude to Your Highness. During this peace talks, he had ordered me to bring his apologies." The Barbarian envoy's lips curved up slightly and silently hid the secret keywords that evoked the Bone of Impurity in his questioning, "I wonder if Hu Ge Er has ever spoken to His Highness about the Eighteen Tribes?" +

      "Hu Ge Er... spoken," These four words of a nonsensical question set off a storm in Chang Geng's ear that nobody knew of. Before his eyes, the tall and rough Barbarian envoy merged with the gorgeous and demonic Hu Ge Er. The curse that the woman exhausted on her deathbed exploded like thunder in his ear, with an unspeakable peculiar scent coming from the Third Prince and plunged into his lungs — a little fishy, a little bitter. It spared no effort to pull Chang Geng's nerves and aroused his bloodthirsty impulse. +

      The door of memory which he had deliberately closed was suddenly knocked open, and the fragmented memories fiercely drowned him down. +

      Hu Ge Er's nightmare-like beautiful face, the hill filled with bandit corpses, the first fire in memory, the stench of blood on his face, the endless abuse and beating... the old scars under his gorgeous court attire came alive, the blood-sucking leeches drilled into his skin and flesh, but his mortal body seemed to be unable to withstand the enormous power of the evil god. Chang Geng's chest and limbs were cut like knives. The sharp pain was the symptom of the Bone of Impurity's attack. +

      What's worse was that the Barbarian envoy's words aroused thousands of waves, which was totally seemingly speaking unintentionally for an intended listener. +

       Wang Guo immediately added oil into the fire and said, "Is it inappropriate for you to mention Hu Ge Er here? Although Xiu Jun Zhu had a great achievement in raising His Royal Highness Yan Wang, it was also true that she provoked the relationship between the two sides at that time, which almost led to war nine years ago." +

      As soon as the words came out, the cowards following Imperial Uncle Wang did not know what the situation was, and the civil officers who simply hated the barbarians immediately jumped out to dance along. +

      Wang Guo smile and said shamelessly, "Besides, I also heard there is nothing good about that Xiu Jun Zhu, she conspired to harm the Black Iron Camp. After it failed, she persuaded the Royal Consort who was pregnant to escape. Not knowing who she had gotten intimate with, if this old man remembered correctly, that year, there was even a rumor spread by a doctor that Xiu Jun Zhu was pregnant before marriage. Someone like this is not worthy of being our court's Jun Zhu and your tribes' goddess." +

      Even if someone were any dumber, they could also hear the hidden meaning in his words. Seeing that Wang Guo was courageous enough to point the sword at Yan Wang, the people who danced along just now all silenced, waiting for the follow-up. +