"Mu Wanqing is clearly a member of the Mu Family, my cousin!" Brother Ning glared at Qin Xi fiercely. He could not understand why Qin Xi would give up what was close at hand and seek what was far away.
Qin Xi answered lightly, "I believe everyone knows whether Wanqing is Mu Yuqi's daughter or not. We can only say that she is a daughter of the Qin Family and has nothing to do with the Mu Family. Naturally, she also has nothing to do with the Crown Prince."
Brother Ning finally lost all hope. With a sudden roar, he pulled out his knife and slashed at Li Liangzuo. He wanted to catch Li Liangzuo off guard and kill the leader first. After Li Liangzuo's death, everything was set.
There was still a string of blood on his knife. This was the blood from when he cut off Li Yuanhao's nose. He had just killed his father, and now he unhesitatingly swung the same knife at his brother. It was clear how tragic the internal strife of the Imperial Family was.
Looking at the curved knife coming at him, Li Liangzuo had a mocking expression. He slowly raised his fist and lightly pushed forward.
Brother Ning saw that he did not take out a weapon to block and was delighted. He thought, I'll cut off your hand. Just as he was about to meet the knife, he suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a galloping horse. His entire body felt like it was falling apart, and he could not take another step forward.
Lowering his head to look at his chest in disbelief, Brother Ning realized that there was a fist-sized hole in his chest that had sunk in. He wanted to speak, but all his limbs and bones were in excruciating pain. He could not even move his tongue.
"The Kongtong Sect's Seven Wounding Fists are renowned in the world. One practice causes seven injuries, and all seven are injured." Li Liangzuo pulled back his fist and lightly blew on it as if it was covered in dust. "Imperial Brother, you don't think that I've only been cultivating in the Kongtong Sect for the past ten years?"
"Keke …" Brother Ning's chest heaved up and down rapidly. Obviously, he was very agitated at the moment. Unfortunately, the wound on his chest hastened his death. He let out some meaningless notes from his throat and finally fell to the ground, dead. When he died, his eyes were wide open. He was filled with unwillingness. He had clearly been one step away from the throne, just one step …
Looking at Brother Ning's expression on the ground, Li Liangzuo's face revealed a mocking expression. "Yo, you still haven't died in peace. Lord Qin, cut off the head of this regicide traitor. Let's enter the palace!"
In the Imperial Palace, Li Qiushui summoned a group of ministers to the palace and announced everything that had happened tonight, as well as the death of Li Yuanhao. She then passed down an order to arrest the Crown Prince throughout the world.
The ministers of the imperial court looked at each other in dismay. What happened tonight was really shocking. They didn't expect that the Emperor, who had been walking with a majestic gait just a moment ago, would disappear just like that. Furthermore, the murderer was actually the Crown Prince.
Of course, they did not doubt this. After all, in this period of time, Li Yuanhao had killed the Mu brothers and banished the Empress to the Cold Palace. All of this was a signal that he was cutting off the Crown Prince's wings. Everyone was guessing if the Crown Prince would be forced to do something desperate.
Today, Li Yuanhao had left the Crown Princess in the palace. Although he had done some face work and had exchanged a palace maid, this kind of thing could only deceive the middle and lower officials and the common people. How could it be hidden from the old foxes of the court?
To reach this position, whose power was not deeply rooted, and who didn't have spies in the Imperial Palace?
Everyone was discussing that Li Yuanhao had gone too far in this matter. Many people even started to sympathize with the Crown Prince. So no one was surprised to learn that the Crown Prince had charged into the palace in anger to do such a thing.
After arranging other matters, Li Qiushui finally announced Li Yuanhao's last will: pass the throne to his younger brother, Li Qianshun.
At this time, many ministers were not calm. Although many of them supported Li Qianshun, there were also many people who were not on the same side as him. Hearing this, someone immediately said, "I wonder if the Old Princess has an edict of succession?"
Li Qiushui's brow furrowed. She recognized this person as the Sixth Mansion Messenger, Gao Huaichang. She couldn't help but snort. "At that time, the Emperor was on the brink of death and did not have the time to make a decree. Naturally, it was a verbal decree. The guards by the Emperor's side can all testify."
In reality, if she had to do it herself, she would definitely have made a series of things like the decree of succession and the imperial seal so that no one could find any flaws. But since Li Yuanhao had personally passed the throne to Li Qianshun, there was naturally no need for her to make those things so that others could find flaws and attack her.
But she had never thought that there would still be people who would argue about the fact that there was no decree!
At this time, another minister also spoke. "What happened tonight is too strange. Moreover, it still needs to be investigated whether the one who assassinated the Emperor was the Crown Prince. With the Emperor's death, the Crown Prince should have succeeded the throne. Even without the Crown Prince, the Emperor has other children, such as Prince Yi, Prince Liang, and so on. But now, he has hastily let his younger brother succeed the throne. It is really easy for people to think too much and it will be difficult to stop the people's mouths."
Li Qiushui said angrily, "What? Do you think that this Palace has faked an imperial decree?" She recognized this minister as Mao Weixin, also a trusted aide of Li Langzuo's faction.
Mao Weixin laughed and said, "I didn't say that. Is the Old Princess feeling guilty?"
His words were like a drop of water splashing into a pot of oil. The ministers immediately exploded. The ministers of Li Qianshun's faction all started to criticize, while those of Li Langzuo's faction refuted in all kinds of ways. Those who were neutral were doubtful and tried to mediate.
Song Qingshu, who was hiding in a corner not far away, shook his head. Although Li Qiushui's martial arts were high, her political skills were still lacking. Under such circumstances, she should not have summoned the ministers of Li Langzuo's faction into the palace, even if they were important ministers of the imperial court. She should have gathered her own trusted aides and at most a few neutral ones. She would first let Li Qianshun's ascension to the throne establish the established facts before summoning the people of Li Langzuo's faction.
At this time, there was a sudden noise outside the hall. Soon, someone ran in to report, "Prince Yi … Prince Yi has come in."
Li Qianshun, who was standing at the side, had originally thought that ascending to the throne was a matter of course. In the end, he had suffered a few soft rebuffs and had long been suppressing his anger. Seeing his subordinate's flustered appearance, he couldn't help but say angrily, "If he's here, then he's here. Why are you panicking like this?"
The little eunuch gulped and then added, "Prince Yi is holding a human head in his hand … The Crown Prince's head!"
As soon as these words came out, the originally noisy hall instantly quieted down. Just now, the order to arrest the Crown Prince had been issued. Many people were still wondering where the Crown Prince had hidden himself. They didn't expect him to appear so quickly and in such a tragic manner.
Not long after, a fully armored Li Langzuo swaggered into the hall. Qin Xi and the others followed behind him. After entering the hall, Li Langzuo's sharp eyes swept across the hall. Only then did he raise the head in his hand high up in the air, saying, "I found out that Brother Ning, this rebellious minister, actually entered the palace to commit regicide and murder his father. This is simply infuriating, so I have specially taken his head to comfort Imperial Father's soul in heaven!"
In the distance, Yelu Nanxian saw the bloody head in Li Langzuo's hand and couldn't help but let out a low cry. She hurriedly turned around and hid in Song Qingshu's arms, not daring to look again. Although Brother Ning was very annoying, he was still her nominal fiancé. She couldn't bear to see him fall to such a tragic end.
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