Heavy snow and cold winter, the Western Chu Palace, in the imperial garden.

"The Nine Emperor Princes have fallen overboard!"

The palace maids and eunuchs were panicked, and the concubines, princes, and princesses standing by the pond were even more stunned, as if they were not lightly frightened.

After a while, the Imperial Forest Army in the palace came one after another, but neither the commander-in-chief who was in a high position nor the subordinates who were loyal to the Western Chu royal family seemed unwilling to jump into the cold and unfathomable lake to save people.

Just kidding, a prince born to a concubine who fell out of favor and was confined in a cold palace, who is worth risking the risk of depletion and cultivation to save him?

At this time, a concubine with a rather extraordinary status came back to her senses and shouted with a cold face: "Why don't you save people quickly?"

The commander-in-chief of the Imperial Forest Army gestured slightly to a crony beside him who had a good cultivation, and the cronie nodded, frowned, and then jumped into the lake without hesitation, and the water splashed everywhere.

Although this person's cultivation is good, the winter cold is the qi of "heavenly killing", and if this "cold qi" enters the body, the cultivation does not reach a certain level, and a certain amount of cultivation will still be consumed more or less.

Because he was afraid of offending a nobleman, the disgraced ornament prince could not be rescued in time, but the corpse could not be fished out, this is about the face of the Western Chu royal family, and when the time comes, the Son of Heaven will blame it, but it is not something that they can afford.

After a while, the guard salvaged the dead Nine Emperor Princes at the bottom of the lake.

Although it was already a cold corpse, the pale cheeks of this nine-year-old child, which had lost their blood, were still perfect and impeccable.

Many of the people present lost their minds.

An imperceptible cold glint flashed in the eyes of the concubine who spoke out just now, and she said regretfully: "It's a pity, inform Your Majesty, and see which imperial mausoleum Your Majesty intends to buried." ”

"Yes!" the commander-in-chief bowed to the leader's order, and was just about to retreat.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and everyone lost their vision for a moment, including the commander-in-chief who was known for his unfathomable cultivation.

When they regained their vision, the Nine Emperor Princes were wrapped in a layer of white mist.

The white mist is thick, like a butterfly's cocoon.

Everyone present was taken aback, and even the commander-in-chief made this kind of cultivator who did not believe in ghosts and gods and demons suspected that there were gods and spirits.

The concubine with an extraordinary status said with a calm face: "Go and call Your Majesty!"

The commander-in-chief wanted to protect the safety of these concubines, especially the nobleman, so he naturally couldn't leave, so he went to inform the Western Chu Heavenly Son that this matter fell on the deputy commander of the Imperial Forest Army.

The cocoon of the white mist finally condensed to a point and tended to be saturated.

At this moment, a cold light pierced the sky and pierced through the wind and snow.

The concubines, princes, and princesses were so frightened that they lost their faces, and thousands of royal forest troops were like facing a great enemy.

The commander-in-chief stroked the knife with his right hand, his whole body tense, ready to strike at any time.

However, the cold light didn't seem to be ready to hurt, but only cut through the cocoon of the white mist.

The cocoon broke, and the figure of the Nine Emperor Princes appeared again, and everyone present was stunned, including the commander-in-chief and thousands of Imperial Forest Army.

What's going on?

How did the Nine Emperor Princes, who had just died of anger, come back to life?

In this world, people often pray for miracles, and when miracles come, people often feel unbelievable and even think it is a dream.

Some concubines pinched themselves to determine if it was a dream, and some concubines pinched the prince or princess next to them to determine if it was a dream.

As for the Imperial Guards, they were dumbfounded, looking at a loss.

The commander-in-chief stared at the Nine Emperor Princes who miraculously came back to life, his whole body tensed, and the spirit yuan in the spirit sea rotated rapidly.

The Nine Emperor Princes, on the other hand, sat cross-legged on the ground, their black hair scattered, and their impeccable little face was also restored to its bloody color.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Who the hell are these people looking at me?

At this time, the Nine Emperor Princes only had the three major philosophical questions of life in mind.

Suddenly, the Nine Emperor Prince's facial features were slightly distorted, as if he was in extreme pain.

A memory that didn't belong to him poured into his mind, and the pain caused was too much for him to speak.

The scene was silent, everyone's eyes were on the Nine Emperor Princes, as long as the Nine Emperor Princes made a small move, the three thousand Imperial Forest Army and the commander-in-chief were like facing a great enemy.

Severe pain comes and goes quickly.

In just two or three seconds, the pain disappeared without a trace, and the three philosophical questions of life were answered.

Now his name is Ji Yu, he is the ninth prince of the Western Chu Palace, he has a mother who has gone crazy in the cold palace, and there is an imperial sister who is not very smart in the ceremonial office.

And he is a prince who is similar to an ornament and has fallen out of favor.

Ji Yu's facial features suddenly relaxed, and he looked depressed.

"Really...... Bother. After a while, he said two words with a depressed face.

His voice was clean, but a little jerky, and his speech was very slow, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

The light fell through the curtain of snow in his starry eyes.

His eyes are like a sea, seemingly calm and clear, but in fact they are incomparably deep and wide, hiding countless storms and waves.

There are regrets, anger, doubts, some exhaustion, and some vicissitudes that do not match their age.

After a moment, all the emotion in his eyes vanished, and only a calm remained.

And whether it is those concubines, princes, princesses, or the incomparably brave Imperial Forest Army and the unfathomable commander-in-chief, they are all full of question marks.

Why are you still annoying when you come back to life?

Ji Yu glanced up at the cold light hovering beside him, and suddenly the cold light dissipated, revealing his true face.

It was a flying sword, about two feet and four inches long, two fingers thick, crystal blue, smooth as a mirror, the fluorescence attached to it was as clear as autumn water, the sword body and the hilt of the sword, there was no sword grid, there was a faint cold breath throughout, giving people a very unusual feeling.

Ji Yu raised his right hand, and the flying sword fell on its own, with a soft snap, rolled around his wrist, and gradually darkened, like an ordinary bracelet.

The witnesses around ??? were stunned as if struck by lightning.

Especially those concubines, if they didn't care about their identity and image, I'm afraid they would have screamed directly.

It was those princes and princesses who looked at Ji Yu with wide eyes, their little faces full of interest and curiosity, as if they had discovered a new continent.

The wet clothes were tightly attached to his body, and the cold in the snow continued to invade Ji Yu's body like a wild beast, stimulating every nerve in him, and he couldn't help but shiver at this time, who was only a nine-year-old child and had no cultivation.

Looking at the stunned and indifferent looks of the people around him, Ji Yu raised his eyebrows, a little displeased.

Anyway, I'm also a prince, okay, do you have to wait until I freeze to death before you find a brocade mink or find a small stove to keep me warm?

Thinking of this, after brewing for a long time, Ji Yu finally spit out a word: "Cold!"

Everyone looked at each other with puzzled expressions: ????

Ji Yu's brows furrowed even deeper, and he repeated: "Cold!"

Only then did everyone react, and they were in a hurry again.

Ji Yu was full of black lines, looking at this group of people in the Western Chu Palace, like looking at a group of idiots.

Fortunately, the concubine with a rather extraordinary status reacted quickly, hurriedly trotted over, took off her thick brocade mink and draped it on Ji Yu's body.

Feeling the thick warmth on his body, Ji Yu felt quite satisfied, his brows stretched, and he smiled shallowly, revealing two deep dimples on his impeccable face, like flowers.

It's beautiful!

Suddenly, many people were amazed and stunned.

At this moment, a shrill shout pulled everyone's thoughts back.

"The emperor has arrived!"