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"Royal Father, calm down first. What happened to Fourth Brother?"
He didn't know what he was going to ask. Who exactly was he going to ask? He really came here wrongly, it was not that he didn't know about his visit to the palace these days, but it had nothing to do with him.
After Yan Yihan gave the order to kill them all, the dark guards suddenly became more powerful. Wherever they went, no one could stop them. More than a dozen of the remaining guards died.
On the other side, the fourth prince's hand had been cut off, but he still stood there steadily, not saying a word or crying out in pain. On the other side, the fourth prince's hand had been cut off, but he still stood there steadily, not saying a word or crying out in pain.
After everyone had stopped, his eyes suddenly flashed, and used all his strength to hit Yan Yihan who was standing not too far away from him. He was unwilling, and was just defeated like this, originally everything was fine, but who knew that his third brother, that useless Yan Wuhen, would actually carry him behind his back and dig a tunnel in Zheng Yang Palace, and sell him out before he was even ready!
He was determined to win this palm strike!
Unfortunately, the Crown Prince, who was kneeling on the floor, had already seen his movements. He immediately pulled the Emperor behind him and received Yan Wuhui's palm strike that contained all the power in his body.
Yan Wuhui's palm hit Yan Wuyou's chest.
Yan Wuyou spat out a mouthful of blood. Since it happened so fast, the three guards didn't realize that the crown prince wanted to kill the emperor too. They immediately sent three palm strikes toward Yan Wuyou at the same time.
Yan Wuyou, who had just been hit by Yan Wuhui's palm, suffered the simultaneous attack of three masters and was immediately sent flying towards Yan Wuhui. Yan Wuyou, who had just been hit by Yan Wuhui's palm, was sent flying in the direction of Yan Wuhui.
Fresh blood flowed from his mouth, spraying onto his face and making it completely red. He looked extremely terrifying as his entire body was continuously twitching. It was clear that he was in pain right now, but soon after he closed his eyes, no one knew if he was dead or alive …
This scene was clearly seen by Yan Yihan. He was so scared that his face turned pale, and he shouted soullessly:
"No, don't ~ No worries, my son ~ ~"
Just when the three hidden guards were about to slap him, Yan Yihan finally reacted. He immediately cried out loudly in grief. Then, he quickly ran towards Yan Wuyou and hugged him in his arms while crying:
"Wuyou, Wuyou, wake up. Wuyou, someone come. Hurry and announce the presence of Imperial Physician Xuan. Wu …" "No worries …"
At this moment, he knew what pain was, what pain was like a heart that was twisted by a knife, a heart that was beyond sorrow. In order to protect him, this child had risked everything to block the palm force of that unfilial son.
He didn't want such an outcome, he didn't want to ~
"Wuu …" "Three Holy Envoys, I beg you, please save him. You must save him. He just helped me block that unfilial palm. Wuu …." "No worries …
The whole hall echoed with Yan Yihan's cries. He cried so miserably, so heartlessly.
The three guards were still silent, but they went up to Yan Wuyou and carried him away. Since he was injured like this, they had to work together to treat him and see if they can save his life.
Experts never talked too much. Yan Yihan cried bitterly after losing his mind. What did he do to make his sons kill each other?
What had he been doing all these years?
Was this retribution? Why did his heart hurt so much?
And so, his cries continued to resound from the Zheng Yang Palace. However, no one noticed everything that happened here; Yan Wuhui definitely would not make any mistakes in his work, and the people here had already been wiped clean by him. Who could hear Yan Yihan's heartache at this moment.
It was only when Shunzi returned from the imperial harem that he discovered the tragic situation. There were corpses strewn all over the ground, and the fourth prince and several guards couldn't move at all after having their acupoints pierced.
Shunzi was so scared that he almost lost his courage. He immediately kneeled on the ground and crawled towards Yan Yihan while crying:
"Your majesty, your majesty, what happened to you? Wu …" "Shunzi is useless. He came late, wuu …" Your Majesty, what's going on … "
"Wuyou is dead, wuu …" "No worries, my No worries …"
However, who would pity him now? Shunzi could only cry on the side and didn't dare to say a word. He waited until Yan Yihan's crying weakened again before he climbed up to help him up.
"Your majesty, this servant will first get someone to clean up this place. You need to take care of the dragon's body. This servant will go look for Master Song right now?"
Shunzi was very clear that the only people who could do something in this court were Zuo Qing and Song Qiuhan. He could not trust anyone else, and he had his own thoughts, but he could not make any decisions.
"Pass on my orders: Song Qiuhan will temporarily take care of all the imperial guards. Please allow Princess Anning to enter the palace to take care of all the chores …" "Go get Old Prince. No, go get Zuo Qing. Wu … Also, let the empress handle the aftermath …"
He didn't want to do anything, didn't want to care about anything. He was old, useless!
After the eunuch left, he stood up and killed the four remaining guards as well. Then, he carried Yan Wuhui into the secret room and hid him there. He couldn't let anyone know what happened here.
After searching for Yan Wuhen's corpse for a long time, he finally came back to his senses. Where was Wu Hen, where did Wu Hen go when he killed him?
Before he could think too much, he heard voices coming from outside. Yan Yihan looked around and saw that other than his third son, Yan Wuhen, he couldn't find the body. He was done with everything else, so he laid on the ground and closed his eyes.
The first to arrive was the empress, because the other officials followed the funeral procession to the Royal Tomb.
He simply did not dare to speak carelessly about what had happened. He only said that there was an assassin in the Zheng Yang Palace, that the emperor was frightened, that everyone had died, and that he did not know about anything else.
The body on the ground was still bleeding. It was obvious that he had just died, and what exactly had happened? When he saw that the emperor was also lying on the side, he couldn't help but cry as he ordered some people to tidy up the place and call for the imperial physician … For a while.
After an hour, the corpses were moved away one by one. The eunuchs cleaned up the floor, and the emperor was already crying until he fainted. He was surrounded by the imperial physicians for treatment, and his entire Zheng Yang Palace was filled with worry.
"Shunzi, what exactly happened here? If you don't call for help, I'll pull your tongue! I told you never to speak of it again! "
Huangfu Feixue's face was cold as she glared fiercely at Shunzi, as if she wanted to eat him up. Given the Emperor's current state, how many people in the Imperial Guard that she knew were from Huangfu Family, could it be?