When the other officials in the hall heard this, they couldn't help but look at Zheng Yuan in shock.
The so-called Prince Son being a bastard, this kind of thing didn't come out earlier or later, but at this time, what is his intention?
Moreover, whether it's true or false is still uncertain.
To say such a thing in such an important court meeting is tantamount to slapping the emperor's face in public, trampling on the emperor's dignity to the ground.
How dare he!
Hearing this, Maid Yin's face changed drastically. Shaking her head repeatedly, she argued: "No, it's not like this, Chen 'er is his majesty's child … …"
When the emperor decided to appoint Prince Son as the crown prince, she vaguely realized that this was a dangerous signal. The darkness of the palace is not something a little maid like her can resist.
But she didn't expect the slander and danger to come so quickly and directly.
The emperor's face flashed with anger as he stared at Zheng Yuan.
Zheng Yuan, however, was not afraid.
A tiger that was about to die of illness could no longer intimidate hyenas.
The Empress coldly snorted: "There's such a thing? Official Zheng, this kind of thing is not something you can casually say. Do you have any evidence? "
"Of course I have evidence. Someone, bring that guard." Zheng Yuan shouted.
The palace guard who has been waiting outside the hall for a long time came in with a young and handsome black-haired guard.
"This person's name is Zhang Yang, a former guard of the palace. If your majesty doesn't believe me, you can take a closer look. This Zhang Yang's black hair and black eyes are almost identical to Prince Son's. Isn't this enough to explain the problem?"
Zheng Yuan said in a loud voice.
"This subject … … is ashamed to face your majesty, this subject is guilty." The guard named Zhang Yang knelt on the ground, trembling: "It was Maid Yin who seduced this subject. This subject lost control for a moment … … This subject deserves to die."
With that, he looked up and glanced at Prince Son. With a bleak smile, he said: "Child, father has let you down. Father actually missed you very much, but I was afraid of dragging you down, so … … child, I'm sorry."
As his voice faded.
Zhang Yang's mouth overflowed with blood.
He directly committed suicide.
The guard next to him tried to stop him, but he didn't.
By the time everyone reacted, Zhang Yang was already dead.
Zheng Yuan smiled coldly and said, "Humph, she actually committed suicide to escape punishment … Your Majesty, you should have heard what she said earlier. This Servant Girl Yin actually dared to deceive her superiors, pretending to be a dragon's seed. This is truly a heinous crime. Your subject requests that Your Majesty put this lowly servant and her bastard to death by a thousand cuts as a warning to others."
"No … you're talking nonsense. You're framing me …" Servant Yin was already pale with fear. She held her son tightly in her arms and argued weakly.
On the dragon throne.
The Emperor's breathing was extremely intense.
His eyes shot out sharp killing intent as he stared at Zheng Yuan.
Whether or not Prince Son is part of the royal bloodline, the Emperor's heart is as clear as a mirror. Zheng Yuan's trick is simply laughable in his mind.
What made the Emperor exceptionally angry was that Zheng Yuan had used such a low-level, obvious, and flawed method to forcefully deny his will. No, this was simply smearing his image.
His immense anger caused the Emperor's vision to darken.
"So it's a bastard child. I thought he was my younger brother." Prince Zhen laughed contemptuously.
Without waiting for the Emperor to speak, the Empress stood up and shouted harshly, "Guards, drag this shameless servant girl Yin and her bastard child out and beat them to death."
Imperial guards immediately rushed in from outside and were about to drag Handmaiden Yin and her son away.
"No, no, Chen 'er is your Majesty's child. I don't even know this Guard Zhang … I'm wronged, I'm wronged!" Servant Yin cried as she knelt down in front of the Emperor, "Your Majesty, Chen' er may be stupid and crude, but he really is your son. Your Majesty, Chen 'er doesn't want to be the Crown Prince. Chen' er just wants to live. Your Majesty, please save him. He really is your son … "
"Mother."
Prince Son hugged Servant Yin tightly.
At this time, the little boy vaguely understood something.
He raised his head to look at the man sitting high on the dragon throne, watching him gasp violently. He suddenly felt that this person, this person who was supposed to be his father, was so pitiful.
"Impudent!"
The Emperor finally let out a roar.
"Zheng Yuan, you … What are you planning?" The Emperor stood up shakily and stared at Zheng Yuan, "You … Do you think … Do you think I'm dead?"
Zheng Yuan lightly replied, "I don't dare. I'm only helping your Majesty with family matters. I don't want your Majesty to be deceived by some scoundrels. "
At this time, the head of the Gao Clan, Gao Chengwei, also stood up and said, "Your Majesty, Master Zheng has always been wise and prudent. Since he found out that Servant Yin's son is not your Majesty's son, then there should be no mistake. Your Majesty, please investigate this carefully."
Hearing this, Yang Jia was slightly startled.
Hmm?
The Gao Clan and the Zheng Clan are working together?
He looked at the man sitting on the silver throne.
After the court officially began, this most powerful man only said one sentence and no longer meddled with the matter of the Crown Prince. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. It was obvious that he didn't care about anything that was happening in the court.
The Emperor stared at Gao Chengwei angrily. Just as he was about to speak, he felt the poison in his body suddenly acting up. The terrifying pain hit him like a tidal wave, making it hard for him to say a single word.
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness hit him like an avalanche.
The situation was out of control.
He couldn't carry out his will.
Not only could he not give his son the throne, he even pushed him into the abyss of death.
His body was swaying.
But no one came to help him.
The Empress sneered.
Prince Zhen suddenly took a step forward and shouted, "Guards, what are you waiting for? Drag that bitch Servant Yin and her bastard son out and beat them to death immediately. Hang their corpses on the city wall and let them be exposed to the sun for ten days … "
Like a pack of wolves and tigers, the guards rushed in to stall Maid Yin and Prince Son.
A faint smile appeared on Zheng Yuan's face.
Prince Zhen's face was filled with pride.
The other officials also didn't care about the fate of the pitiful mother and son. Their faces were cold as if they were used to this kind of thing.
Servant Yin struggled and looked at the Emperor and the other officials.
She begged each and every one of them.
But no one paid any attention to her.
The mother and son were about to be dragged out of the hall.
Just then, a voice sounded — —
"Wait a minute."
The clear voice was not loud, but it rang in the ears of everyone in the Emperor's Hall.
This voice had an inexplicable magical power.
The people in the Emperor's Hall suddenly changed their expressions, but no one dared to say anything.
The guards dragging Servant Yin and her son also stopped immediately, not daring to move an inch.
In the entire hall, there was only one person who had this kind of weight.
That person was Li Mu.
Countless gazes instantly turned to look at the man sitting on the silver throne.
The Emperor's violently trembling body suddenly calmed down.
The Empress, Zheng Yuan, and the others suddenly looked uneasy.
Li Mu sat on the silver throne.
He finally softened his heart.
"Little guy, come here."
Li Mu waved at Prince Zhen.
"Mother?" Prince Zhen looked at the person he trusted the most with an inquiring look.
Maid Yin recalled that she had knelt and kowtowed to the Xiaoyao House for a whole night last night. Even when her head was bleeding, she didn't get any response. Hence, she didn't dare to plead with Li Mu before, for fear that she might arouse the disgust of this big shot, which might backfire.
Unexpectedly, Prince Mu took the initiative to speak.
No matter what position the God of the Empire held, this seemed to be the last attempt. Otherwise, once she and her son were dragged out of the hall, there would be no chance of survival.
"Hurry up."
Servant Yin said in a trembling voice.
Prince Son timidly came to Li Mu's side.
Li Mu looked at him and smiled. "Are you willing to take me as your teacher?"
As soon as the words came out, the Emperor's Hall was suddenly filled with gasps.
The Emperor was stunned.
The Empress, Zheng Yuan, Gao Shengwei, Yang Jia, and many other officials were stunned.
Amongst them, the person who was the most overjoyed was naturally Attendant Yin.
Li Mu's words were short, but they were the most beautiful voice she had ever heard in her life.
Prince Mu actually wanted to take her son as a disciple?
Is this real?
I'm not dreaming, right?
Servant Yin couldn't believe her eyes.
All eyes were suddenly focused on Prince Zhen.
Prince Zhen carefully pondered for a few seconds before looking up at Li Mu with his big black eyes. "Can you save my mother?"
Li Mu nodded with a smile.
"This disciple pays respect to Master."
He knelt down on the spot and earnestly kowtowed.
"Good boy, get up."
Li Mu rubbed his head.
A surge of warmth flowed into Prince Son's body, sweeping away all his fatigue, pain, hunger, and fear in an instant.
The Empress' body began to tremble.
Immense anger, unwillingness, and fear, at this moment, almost crushed this woman who thought herself to be noble.
She trembled as she tried to control her emotions.
She was afraid that if she blurted out a question or something else that carried her current emotions, she would anger someone she absolutely could not afford to offend.
Zheng Yuan's chest was also violently heaving up and down.
His fists were clenched so tightly that they almost pierced through his palms.
"Why? Why are you taking this bastard as a disciple? "Prince Zhen roared angrily as he pointed at Li Mu.
Although he was young, he knew what it meant if Prince Mu took Prince Zhen as a disciple.
Li Mu looked at Empress Zheng emotionlessly.
The latter finally snapped out of her daze and subconsciously tried to pull Prince Zhen back.
"Don't touch me." Prince Zhen pushed away the Empress's hand angrily.
Then, he stood beside the dragon chair and pointed at Li Mu condescendingly. He roared, "Mu, you are merely a dog raised by the Emperor's Cliff. How dare you humiliate me like this? You want to take this bastard as a disciple? Did you get permission from the Emperor's Cliff? Who do you think you are, huh? "
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