Outside the hall, the sounds of shouting and killing were endless.
However, the hall was brightly lit with flickering candlelight, and it seemed like two completely different worlds from outside.
The two groups of people confronted each other in the Changming Palace. The court and the country depended on this one fight.
Mo Yu was sitting upright below Yi Jinyi at this time. He had tried his best to conceal his weakness, but his slightly trembling hands and ghostly pale face revealed his weakness.
Goro stood by the side, his dark clothes stained with large patches of dark red, and the dagger held in his right hand was still dripping with blood.
Yi Jinyi was not in a much better condition either. A bead on his crown fell off, and his dragon robe was torn in several places, with blood stains all over it.
Compared to Yi Qingyu, the three people in the hall were really in a miserable state.
Yi Qingyu seemed to be leisurely playing with the green jade ring on his left thumb, and said jokingly: "How is it? Have you thought it through, my little emperor?"
The palms hidden in the wide sleeves were clenched tightly, and the nails dug into the flesh, causing severe pain.
But Yi Jinyi seemed to feel no pain. His face was grim, but he remained silent.
"My patience is limited. If you write an edict to pass the throne to me now, I will let you go and let you envy the mandarin ducks instead of the immortals. Otherwise..." He paused, "Your little queen doesn't know the relationship between you two, right?"
After a long silence, Yi Jinyi finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "What do you want?"
"I don't want to do anything. I just want to make your relationship public to the world, so that the people who have been deceived by you can see what kind of person the wise and mighty emperor in their hearts really is!" Yi Qingyu sneered, "I want to see if you can still win the support of the people and sit on the throne safely by then!"
"Oh! What a great Ninth Uncle! But you used such a despicable means to seize the throne. Do people in the world really believe you?"
“Don’t bother, and don’t even think about stalling for time. Hurry up and write the decree of succession. I can still spare your lives. Otherwise…” Yi Qingyu’s eyes were filled with viciousness. In order to avoid complications, he refused to delay any further.
However, Yi Jinyi suddenly smiled and said, "Do you really think that I have no way to deal with you?"
"At this point, what else can you do? Are you still dreaming of a ridiculous army coming to the king?" Yi Qingyu laughed, "Don't be silly! Don't say that distant water cannot quench a nearby fire. Even if they really come, I will have already been crowned with the dragon robe. Do you think they are coming to serve you, the king, or me?"
"Ninth Uncle, do you really think... that I am so useless that I have no other means except sending an army to support the king?" Yi Jinyi's anger changed, and his expression was full of relief. He leaned sideways, and his shallow dimples now made him look more cunning and decisive.
When it comes to the mentality of an emperor, he ascended the throne at a young age, so how could he easily lose to others!
"You..." Yi Qingyu suddenly drew out his sword and was about to step forward to take the life of the little emperor when something unexpected happened!
Suddenly, the shouting and screaming that had gradually faded away outside the palace started up again, and could be heard everywhere in the palace.
However, this voice made Yi Qingyu's face change drastically!
"Impossible! The palace has clearly already..."
"It's already under your control, right?" Yi Jinyi continued coldly, "You have been commanding your own troops since the time of the previous emperor. Do you really think I won't be on guard against you?"
"You are nothing! You are nothing but a young boy! You..."
"I am the current emperor!" Yi Jinyi shouted angrily. He stood up suddenly, picked up a wine glass at hand and smashed it hard at Yi Qingyu's feet!
The fragments flew everywhere, and the remaining wine splashed all over the corners of Yi Qingyu's clothes.
"And you! You are not even as good as a young boy!"
Toss the cup for a signal!
As soon as the sound of wine glasses fell to the ground, a large number of soldiers filed in, their bright armor stained with blood. They divided into two rows and knelt down respectfully to Yi Jinyi: "Long live our emperor!"
The leading general almost made Yi Qingyu's eyes bloodshot!
"Chen Tianhe, how dare you betray me!"
However, this roar only earned Chen Tianhe a contemptuous glance.
"Your Majesty, you are joking. I have never betrayed you. I am just following the will of heaven." Chen Tianhe stood up slowly. He turned around, put one hand on his sword, and said in a cold tone, "After all, you are just a king of a different surname. Your Majesty is the true royal orthodoxy!"
"You! How dare you!!!"
"What is there to be afraid of?" Chen Tianhe said disdainfully, "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, isn't that the case? The Ninth Prince has been in a high position for so long, how can he still not see through it?"
"I thought I treated you well, but I didn't expect that in the end, you would betray me!" Yi Qingyu gnashed his teeth, wishing he could rush over and eat his flesh and bones, "What a Chen Tianhe, what a Commander Chen! How have I ever let you down!"
Before Chen Tianhe could answer, Yi Jinyi, who was sitting high on the throne, spoke lazily: "Uncle Nine, you are joking. He is not a commander. This is my Left Cavalry General. Don't you think so, Lord Chen?"
Chen Tianhe was overjoyed, clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "I thank your majesty for your grace. Long live the emperor!"
With a snort, Yi Qingyu gritted his teeth and said, "I really don't know people well. I didn't expect that a mere General Zuo Xiaoqi could bribe you!"
"A wise bird chooses a tree to roost in. Besides, rebellion is a serious crime that will lead to the extermination of the family. I have parents and children to take care of, and I don't want to sacrifice the lives of my family for your illusory merit of following the dragon." Chen Tianhe glanced at him and said coldly, "The situation is over. Your Majesty, you should just wish yourself good luck."
Yi Qingyu stood in the hall. The bright candlelight was so dazzling that it made him dizzy. Everything he saw seemed to be separated by a curtain and he could not see clearly.
He slowly moved his body and looked around, but everyone in the hall looked at him with such cold and disgusted eyes. The subordinates who he once regarded as his confidants were now staring at him viciously like a wolf, as if they would pounce on him and bite off his throat in the next second.
After being a hero for half his life, he was finally defeated by a young boy whom he had always looked down upon!
He is unwilling to accept it!
He is not willing!!!
He is not willing to accept it!!!
The hand holding the sword clenched tighter and tighter.
No... he didn't lose!
He hasn't lost yet!
Those bloodshot eyes silently locked onto the little emperor sitting high on the dragon throne.
Yi Jinyi was sitting there alone, with no one guarding him. It was the best time!
Just kill him... Just kill the emperor!
"Ah—die!" Yi Qingyu suddenly chopped down with his sword, unexpectedly cutting off half of Chen Tianhe's arm diagonally!
The gushing blood splashed all over the heads and faces of the people around.
The people around were frightened and dared not move. Taking this opportunity, Yi Qingyu leaned forward and pointed the tip of his sword directly at the bright yellow figure on the dragon throne!