The Emperor of Tang has passed away.
This news spread like a hurricane throughout Chang 'an City and to the surrounding countries at an extremely fast speed.
"His Majesty passed away?"
"Sigh, if it weren't for His Majesty reestablishing the Law of the Tang Empire, my family would have been banished to the border …"
"His Majesty was wise all his life, how could he pass away?"
...
Countless people in Chang 'an City were mourning in their hearts.
The Emperor of Tang has done a lot of 'practical things' in his decades on the throne. Now that he has passed away, the people are naturally grateful for his kindness.
At the same time.
Somewhere in a valley outside Chang 'an City.
"That old guy is finally dead."
Prince Son muttered to himself in shock.
The Emperor of Tang had sent several princes to their fiefdoms, but Prince Son returned halfway and deliberately waited outside Chang 'an City.
It was for this news.
When The Emperor of Tang was alive, he didn't dare to do anything, but now that he is dead, Prince Son is no longer bound.
Prince Son's thoughts turned quickly, and he finally got up and went to the depths of the valley.
"The Emperor of Tang is dead."
Prince Son looked at the two figures in the depths of the valley and said respectfully.
The aura of these two figures is unfathomable, and they are vaguely integrated with the surrounding void. They are Peak Grade 1 Great Grandmasters.
The one on the left is dressed in brocade clothes and has an elegant demeanor. He is King Wuyang of Nanming.
King Wuyang is the Granduncle of the current Ming Emperor. He stepped into the Martial Dao since he was a child, and with the countless resources of Nanming, he finally stepped into Peak Grade 1 and became the foundation of Nanming.
In order to sit on the throne, Prince Son did not hesitate to join forces with Ming Emperor.
After Ming Emperor agreed, in order to be foolproof, he directly sent King Wuyang over.
In addition, Ming Emperor also sent eight Grade 1 Great Grandmasters of Nanming to follow him.
As for the one on the right, he is an old man in a black robe with a strange and gloomy aura.
The old man's name is Yin Jiu Bat, and he is also a Peak Grade 1 Great Grandmaster. However, there are hidden dangers in his Cultivation Technique, and he needs to drink human blood every once in a while.
This time, Prince Son contacted Yin Jiu Bat and asked him to help him by providing 20 years of human blood.
Although there are some Peak Grade 1 Great Grandmasters in the world, each of them is scattered all over the world, and they are too lazy to pay attention to Prince.
Yin Jiu Bat is the only Peak Grade 1 Great Grandmaster that Emperor Chen.
In order for Yin Jiu Bat to make a move, Prince Son had to bear the cost of the other party's blood for the next 20 years.
"Your Highness Chen, don't forget that the human blood that this old man needs is the blood of martial artists."
Yin Jiu Bat gloomily glanced at His Highness Chen.
"Martial Martial's blood?"
Prince's Son's Wuyang
When he promised, he's Martial's Martial Martial Martial Emperor, Wuwuyang's Wuhe's Wuyang's.
However, when he thought of the great cause at hand, as long as Yin Jiu Bat made a move and helped him sit on the throne, he could endure anything.
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"But the Eunuch Zhao in the Imperial Palace …"
At this point, Prince Son stopped and looked at Yin Jiu Bat and King Wuyang.
"Don't worry, leave that old thing to me." Yin Jiu Bat said indifferently.
Prince Son was slightly relieved when he heard this.
In the entire Imperial Palace, the one he fears the most is Eunuch Zhao.
Because of this, even after getting the support of Nanming King Wuyang, a Peak Grade 1, Prince Son was still worried and did not hesitate to ask Yin Jiu Bat for help.
"Your Highness Prince Son, after killing the Crown Prince, how will you ascend to the throne?" At this time, King Wuyang, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
Although Prince Son is also a member of the Imperial Family, now that the Crown Prince has ascended to the throne, even if Prince Son kills the Crown Prince, how can he convince the public?
"Don't worry."
"I have contacted the Ministers that Imperial Father has demoted. As long as the Crown Prince dies, they will be brought back to Chang 'an and enter the Imperial Court."
Prince Son has obviously thought of a way.
Since there are Ministers who are disobedient, then he can just replace them with a group of obedient ones.
Although this will definitely be full of hidden dangers in the long run, at least it can help Prince Son solve his urgent needs.
"In that case, let's set off."
King Wuyang nodded slightly and looked in the direction of Chang 'an City.
...
Outside the Long Life Temple.
The civil and military officials knelt on the ground, wearing ribbons on their heads, looking sad.
Crown Prince Li Sheng is the same. Since the death of The Emperor of Tang last night, he has been standing here, staring blankly at The Emperor of Tang in the Long Life Temple.
"Your Highness, take care of yourself …"
A eunuch walked to Li Sheng's side and whispered.
"I know."
Crown Prince Li Sheng calmed down. He knew that the most important thing now is to take over everything that The Emperor of Tang left for him.
Li Sheng turned slightly and looked at the civil and military officials who were also kneeling on the ground. He was about to speak.
Suddenly.
At this moment.
A roar suddenly came from the Imperial City in the distance.
"What happened?"
Crown Prince Li Sheng was shocked and looked in the direction of the Imperial City.
Soon after.
The Commander of the Forbidden Army of the Imperial City hurried over and bowed slightly to Crown Prince Li Sheng: "Your Highness, Prince Son is outside … he is coming in …"
"What?!"
Crown Prince Li Sheng's pupils shrank.
After a while, Crown Prince Li Sheng made a decision.
"You all come with me."
Crown Prince Li Sheng immediately rushed out of the Imperial City.
The rest of the officials looked at each other and quickly followed behind Crown Prince Li Sheng.
...
At this moment.
Outside the Imperial City.
Prince Son stood there quietly.
Yin Jiu Bat stood under the Imperial City. Around him, more than a dozen Grade 1 Great Grandmasters of the Empire of Tang were facing a great enemy.
"What about Eunuch Zhao? That old thing won't make a move. Do you think you can stop this old man? "
Yin Jiu Bat smiled contemptuously with his hands behind his back.
Although there are hidden dangers in his Cultivation Technique and he needs to drink human blood every once in a while, but in any case, he is still a Peak Grade 1 Great Grandmaster. How can he be stopped by more than a dozen Grade 1 Great Grandmasters?
The reason why he is not killing now is nothing more than being wary of Eunuch Zhao.
Although in front of Prince Son, Yin Jiu Bat pretended not to care about Eunuch Zhao, but in fact, he was extremely cautious.
A Martial Artist who can become a Peak Grade 1 Great Grandmaster is not a fool. How can he underestimate an existence of the same level?
Just when the two sides were confronting each other.
Crown Prince Li Sheng finally arrived at the Imperial City.
"Li Chen, Father Emperor just passed away, what do you mean now?"
Crown Prince Li Sheng glared at Prince Son and said word by word.
"Oh?"
"Then I want to know."
Prince Son slowly walked out and looked at Crown Prince Li Sheng with a cold gaze: "You bastard, how can you sit on the throne?"
"Today, I will let Father Emperor know that his choice was wrong!!"
When Prince Son said this.
Behind him, the eight Grade 1 Great Grandmasters of Nanming took a step forward.
King Wuyang looked up at Crown Prince Li Sheng and said indifferently: "Your Highness Chen, do you need me to kill him?"
"You are?"
The moment Crown Prince Li Sheng saw King Wuyang, he immediately reacted.
"Nanming's King Wuyang?"
"Li Chen, are you colluding with a foreign country?"
Crown Prince Li Sheng did not expect that Li Chen, a prince of the Tang Empire, would actually collude with the Southern Ming Empire.
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