After Qiuqiu left, Mo Si immediately went from a basement of the military headquarters, detoured all the way to the conference room on the nth floor of the basement.
When he arrived, several people were already sitting in their seats.
He entered the door, and after making eye contact with everyone, he also sat in his own seat.
Everyone was very quiet and there were no pleasantries. After about six minutes, all the people in the meeting arrived.
At this time, the organizer stood up.
He is a spy placed by the military in the palace.
"Before we begin, we mourn the passing of His Majesty Zhao Yiran."
After three minutes of silence, the organization's informant took out a piece of paper, "I now have first-hand evidence, which will be of great help to our future affairs."
"What's the matter?"
"It's about the evidence that the current king, Zhao Xun, poisoned and murdered the previous king, His Majesty."
The audience was amazed.
"But look at the will?" Zhao Yiran didn't look like he was coerced or drugged.
There are people here who have 'worked' with the former His Majesty for almost decades and know him well.
"He looked sober."
"And didn't we ask the spiritual healer of the main treatment before, isn't he a natural physical decline?"
Everyone is asking their own questions.
The informant knows that, after all, everyone has discussed this information before, but, "Others are other things, and evidence is evidence."
"We don't have to worry about that much."
They clearly knew that Zhao Yiran died of natural causes, did the public know
People don't know.
If the friction reaches a fever pitch in the future, and this news is released, who would love a king who killed his father? Which people dare to love
Those nobles who vassalized him would also be beating their hearts.
"That's true... But where did you find these things?"
"I found it when I was packing up His Majesty Zhao Yiran's belongings."
"oh oh."
Everyone speculated that this might be something that was planted by the prince, and it was quite true.
Or it was His Majesty's previous preparations to release the third son of the emperor.
Only Mo Si looked at this well-organized evidence, and suddenly thought of that humorous person in his mind.
Could it be His Majesty... who left it on purpose
According to his personality, it is very likely that he can do such a thing.
"The royal family's heaviest weight has disappeared."
"The balance of victory is tilting towards us." The informant looked firmly, "I believe that with our efforts, it won't take too long, and the free federation we have been looking forward to will eventually come."
"!"
"Yes, we both believe it!"
"Fight for freedom!"
Fight for what you believe in!
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On the other side, the aristocrat's heart was also beating drums.
Now the only ones who are not affected are the minor nobles, whose vision is relatively narrow and far away from the Federation, and the current chemical reaction is not there yet.
The ones who were more affected were the middle-level nobles of the Federation star. Everyone actually didn’t know what happened. Isn’t it just the change of imperial power as common as the change of family? Everything went so smoothly, but everyone still felt like beating drums.
Now only smart, high-status nobles can figure out what's going on.
Just like the home of a first-class grand duke like Grand Duke Daisy.
Several Grand Dukes of Federation Star are communicating together.
Everyone is many times older than usual.
Zhao Yiran died and the amulet was broken.
"Everyone... the recent enthronement ceremony has all gone to the palace."
For sure, this position is already here, who can not participate in this.
"Well, how do you feel about the new His Majesty... how is he?"
A person asked cautiously.
The Grand Duke unified the pain mask.