"What an energetic voice." Xunmi sighed reflexively.
They were two palaces away, but they were still shocked by Duanmu Yurong's shout. It was obvious how loud he was.
The guards who had been quietly approaching to test the waters all swarmed forward after hearing the shout. Xunmi and Duanmu Yulin looked at each other and followed.
Under the night sky, the two of them, both dressed in black, successfully landed on the roof of Qinzheng Hall.
When a piece of glazed tile was uncovered, the scene inside was immediately seen clearly by the two of them.
Duanmu Yurong was holding a brush and pointing it at the imperial consort and the eighth prince who had barged in. He was so angry that the flesh on his body trembled.
Xunmi couldn't help but worry. He wouldn't be shaken to death by the flesh, would he? Looking at it was a test of the eyes.
"Your Majesty, I've been with you for so many years. I've given birth to your son, managed the harem, and advised you. I even persuaded my father to help you seize the throne.
"But how did you treat me? You said you would give me the position of Empress and make my son the Crown Prince, but you schemed against us.
"I begged you not to involve my son in Marquis Qi's matter, but you wouldn't listen.
"Now it's fine. Everyone is spurning my son. That's nothing. But how did you treat my son? You let him deal with that person's matter. You've really calculated it well.
"When the matter was exposed, it was my son who acted on his own initiative. You won't be implicated. I really shouldn't have expected anything from Your Majesty."
The imperial consort's beautiful face was full of disappointment and heartache. Her beautiful eyes were also full of resentment.
But who could say for sure what exactly she hated?
Duanmu Yurong threw the brush and fell into the chair, panting. He was obviously greatly provoked.
"Your Majesty, for the sake of us being husband and wife, I'll let you go as long as you write the edict to abdicate my son."
The imperial consort arrogantly raised her chin. Her delicately painted fingernails emitted a cold light under the bright light. It was as if they were dipped in poison and could kill you if you weren't careful.
However, Duanmu Yurong was not frightened. Instead, she laughed mockingly.
"Imperial Concubine, Imperial Concubine, you're still so naive. Do you think that by coming in like this, we can compromise and make that trash the Crown Prince?"
He was still in the prime of his life, so how could he give up this position?
The Imperial Consort did not take it seriously and laughed even more mockingly than Duanmu Yurong. "Does Your Majesty think I'm so stupid that I came alone?"
"Heh … Who is the naive one? Your Majesty, I advise you to write it down, or else Your Majesty will die."
With a wave of his hand, Qiu Lan, who was following behind him, immediately stepped forward and spread out the blank imperial edict that she had prepared long ago in front of Duanmu Yurong.
"Your Majesty, stop stalling for time. It's useless. The palace is under the control of my father's men. I'm afraid that the reinforcements you're waiting for are gone."
The imperial consort smiled innocently, but it made Duanmu Yurong want to rush up and strangle her.
Damn it, he didn't expect her to make a move tonight. His secret guards had been sent out, and his bodyguards were being controlled. What should he do?
Did he really have to compromise? No, definitely not.
The sudden silence stunned Xunmi. She said in disbelief, "Why is he so weak?"
He was the Emperor after all, and he didn't have any trump cards. Damn it, it didn't make sense at all. What happened to being paranoid and afraid of death?
Since he was afraid of death, he would pay more attention to his own safety. He would have more bodyguards, not fewer. It was really hard to understand.
Duanmu Yulin also frowned. In his impression, Duanmu Yurong would not make such a fatal mistake. He should have left some bodyguards by his side.
"Imperial Consort, you should know that once you do this, your son will be finished. The ministers in the imperial court will not easily believe the reason you made up."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Duanmu Yurong's forehead. He forced himself to calm down.
Fu Anzhi should be back soon. He had to stall for time. He couldn't let them succeed.
"Hahaha, His Majesty is your lover. Do you think you can fool me? My son, go put the imperial jade seal on it. We'll fill in the content ourselves."
The imperial consort did not hesitate at all because of Duanmu Yurong's words. What did she rely on to survive in the harem until now and monopolize his favor for so many years?
Her intelligence and her understanding of Duanmu Yurong.
He did not fly into a rage directly. It must be because the secret guards were not around.
Duanmu Lun had been waiting for his mother to give the order. He immediately went forward excitedly, not caring about his father's expression.
Soon, he would be able to become the Emperor and sit on that throne.
He opened the box with the imperial jade seal. Looking at the imperial jade seal with a golden dragon circling inside, he reached in with his trembling hand and carefully took it out.
"Duanmu Lun, are you going to rebel against your superiors? As long as you take your mother away now, you will still be my good son. I can also make you the Crown Prince immediately."
Duanmu Yurong's face turned cold. He was pressed into the chair by Qiu Lan and could not move, but he did not forget to struggle.
"Father, you can't blame me. You have been in this position for so many years. It's time for me to take it. Don't worry, I will serve you well."
Looking at the blank imperial edict in front of him, Duanmu Lun stamped it without hesitation. The throne was his.
"You two bitches, I advise you to leave now. It's not too late. Otherwise …"
"Otherwise, what else do you want? You should worry about yourself now. Qiu Lan killed him. The Sui Kingdom does not need a retired emperor."
The imperial consort touched her fingernails and said with a smile. Her words made Duanmu Yurong tremble in fear.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Duanmu Yurong immediately begged for mercy. "Imperial consort, I have taken good care of you. You can't be so cruel and spare my life."
As long as there was still hope, there was hope.
"Your Majesty, are you stupid? Do you think I will leave a disaster for myself at this time? Qiu Yue, do it."
The imperial consort's eyes were full of murderous intent. There was no room for negotiation.
"I am the Emperor. You can't, no …"
Puff. Puff. The sound of the arrow hitting the body and blood spurting out could be heard. Duanmu Yurong, whose face was covered in blood, was scared out of his wits.
Qiu Yue, who had reached out and was about to strangle someone, fell back in a daze. A long arrow was stuck in his chest.
The imperial consort and the Eighth Prince were shocked by this turn of events. They quickly looked at the door and could not hide the panic on their faces.
Duanmu Yulin was wearing a black brocade robe with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on it. His gentle face was cold.
Behind him was Luo Kai, who was wearing silver armor and holding a bow and arrow.
The imperial consort, who thought there were only the two of them, calmed down. However, she was frightened by the ministers and guards who came in one after another.
The complacency on her face disappeared completely. Only a pale face was left. There was fear in her eyes.
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