The next morning.
Snow Land, Imperial City, Dragon Path.
"Kill!"
The First Prince indifferently waved down his left hand.
Thousands of guards from the Legislative Office clashed with the Imperial Guards protecting the Son of Heaven.
Amidst this chaos where blood and metal intertwined, the First Prince merely pulled Nangong Yan 'er with an indifferent expression and headed toward the depths of the palace.
Following behind the First Prince and Nangong Yaner, Chu Mosheng also had an indifferent expression, but his eyes were fixed on Nangong Yaner's back.
He couldn't bear to see this innocent girl face her fate, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Even if Chu Mosheng had a way to change the First Prince's intentions, he would not do so. Once the First Prince ascended to the throne, he would obtain far more than a woman!
The old Emperor's body was extremely weak. Perhaps he only needed a little stimulation to ride the dragon to the heavens?
With each step the Great Prince took, countless vassals and Imperial Soldiers fell. No matter how hard the Imperial Soldiers tried, they were unable to break through the defensive line the eunuchs had built and threaten the Great Prince's steady advance.
"Look at these loyal guards."
The First Prince looked around at the Imperial Guards doing their best to kill and said in a low voice, "I want to control them, control the Snow Land, and become the true King! How do I describe this emotion? Oh! I can't wait! "
"Withdraw!"
A soft and feminine voice rang out.
The soldiers of the Imperial Army and the Bureau of Investigation paused for a moment, but after a moment, almost everyone turned their gazes over.
Feng Bao, wearing a white fish-dragon robe, stood at the end of the Dragon Path with his hands behind his back. He indifferently watched the Imperial Guards and guards who had stopped fighting.
The indifference in Feng Bao's eyes was not a forced calmness that some people would put on when they were nervous. It was a kind of indifference that did not place any importance in his eyes. It was as if these elite Imperial Guards and guards of the Legislative Office were just a group of chickens and pottery dogs in his eyes.
Only after all the noise quieted down did Feng Bao turn his gaze to the First Prince.
That kind of indifferent gaze seemed to carry the weight of a mountain. It inexplicably reminded the First Prince of the time when his Imperial Father was in good health!
This once inconspicuous little eunuch had mysteriously replaced Tong Xin's position. Standing here today, his indifferent gaze was completely different from the fawning gaze of the past. It was even somewhat dignified.
It was so majestic that the First Prince couldn't help but want to kneel down!
Feng Bao placed his hands behind his back, his indifferent gaze still landing on the First Prince. In a deep voice, he said, "Is there anything the First Prince does not understand about His Majesty's words? Instead of preparing for this trip to the secret realm, you're bringing soldiers into the palace. What … do you want to do?! "
The words "What are you doing?" were like a bolt of lightning in spring. It shocked the First Prince so much that he took a few steps back.
After a long while, the First Prince finally stabilized his state of mind and said in a low voice, "Feng Bao, how dare you! Do you know who I am? How dare you speak to me in such a manner? Do you know what seniority is? "
"Hoho!"
Feng Bao let out a strange laugh and said sinisterly, "Seniority? First Prince, you brought soldiers into the palace without receiving an imperial edict. As long as the Censorate waved their pens, you would be a traitor! You still dare to talk about seniority with me? "
The First Prince's mouth twitched. For a moment, he didn't know how to refute Feng Bao.
If he wanted to kill his father to ascend the throne, then so be it. After all, history had always been written by the victors.
However, Feng Bao had labeled him as a traitor in front of so many people. As a result, even if he succeeded, he wouldn't be able to become the Emperor!
"Cough, cough!"
Chu Mosheng cleared his throat and cupped his hands towards Feng Bao, "Eunuch Feng, the First Prince has matters to discuss with the Emperor. I ask Eunuch Feng to make things convenient and go in to report, otherwise …"
"Otherwise, with a wave of your hand, thousands of soldiers will enter the palace and take Our life?"
The old Emperor's weak voice slowly sounded from behind Feng Bao. However, there was no lack of steadiness.
"Greetings, Imperial Father (His Majesty)!"
The First Prince and Chu Mosheng glanced at each other, then knelt towards the dragon carriage being carried out by palace servants.
The Imperial Army that had been blocking the Great Prince from entering the Palace also abandoned their opponents and stood in formation in front of the old Emperor under the leadership of their own troops.
A group of Imperial Army soldiers in blood-stained armor stood straight in front of the old Emperor. It was as if as long as they were present, no one would be able to take half a step forward!
The vassals of the Censorate also brought their subordinates and stood against the palace walls on both sides of the Dragon Path, facing the Imperial Army from a distance.
However, before the old Emperor could say 'rise', the First Prince impatiently stood up and dragged Nangong Yaner in front of him.
Nangong Yan 'er's fair and beautiful face was slightly yellow, and her usually bright eyes were turbid and dull. It was clear that during this period of time, Nangong Yan' er had not been living well under the First Prince.
"Imperial Father, this girl is that slut's posthumous child from back then!"
The First Prince reached out and pushed Nangong Yaner, while his right hand drew a long sword that flashed with cold light from his waist. He said in a low voice, "Today, this son entered the palace for no other reason than to kill this vile spawn for Imperial Father!"
The old Emperor's eyes widened. He wanted to shout angrily, but his body was too weak to do so. In the end, he couldn't shout 'stop'.
The First Prince's eyes turned cold as he thought to himself, 'This is exactly what I wanted!'
With this thought, the First Prince was about to swing his sword towards Nangong Yaner's neck.
After seeing the old Emperor's reaction, the First Prince was at least eighty percent sure that Nangong Yaner would die under his sword. The old Emperor might even die on the spot from anger!
And those annoying censors couldn't say anything. After all, he hadn't done anything to the old Emperor. Instead, he had personally cut off the old Emperor's sore spot!
"Brat, you dare!"
An angry shout like a thunderclap exploded. A terrifying torrent of spiritual energy rolled over, forcing the vassals closer to the palace walls to kneel down.
Chu Mosheng's heart tightened and he subconsciously turned his head, just in time to meet Ye Fanchen's eyes as he flew over the palace walls on his sword.
The originally clean white clothes and black shoes were now tattered white cloth. Even one of his soapy shoes was missing. His hair was also draped over his shoulders like an evil spirit.
This was the first time Ye Fanchen had appeared in such a sorry state, and it was accompanied by thunderous anger!
Wasn't this fate?
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