C311
C311
"Someone, prepare the palanquin!"
"Your servant greets Battle King, the palace …"
When the little girl heard that he was going to sit in a palanquin, she was still very anxious. What if he went too late and the emperor died? By then, even the throne would have been replaced.
However, before she finished speaking, Yan Wuzhan glared at her with a cold expression. His meaning was very simple, "I will do whatever I want, you don't need to say too much."
"Go back first. This King will arrive shortly."
"Yes!"
She was unable to resist Yan Wuzhan's momentum. She obediently retreated to the side and waited for Yan Wuzhan to get on the carriage before she turned around and left.
Battle King in a sedan?
It was as if Battle King had been sitting on the palanquin ever since he returned from the Shanyang City. There seemed to be nothing wrong with it, she kept feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't pinpoint where the problem was.
She hurried to the other side of the street, where her palanquin was, for the convenience of passing on her message, the empress had personally prepared it for people like them. She was going to pass on her message to the mysterious person, Yan Wuzhan had changed, he did not even ride a horse, he did not look like Battle King, there must be a problem with that.
The imperial palace was in a complete mess. All the imperial physicians went in and out, discussing the emperor's problems with each other. They all said that he was angered by Third Prince to the point of spitting out blood, and that his body was not as healthy as before. In short, the emperor was unconscious and helpless, not knowing what to do.
Yan Wuhui looked at him coldly and calculated in his heart. Today was an opportunity …
"Now, I'm in charge of the security of the palace. If you have nothing to do, please go back first. No regrets, you are too young and you are afraid of disturbing Royal Father's rest. Third Brother and I can look after this place."
In the palace, after more than two hours of work, Yan Wuhui slowly walked out from a corner and ordered for everyone to leave. It was time for them to go out and spread the news that the Huangfu Family was over.
Seeing that no one left after hearing his words, Yan Wuhui did not get angry. The good show had just started.
"Someone, please wait outside for the rest of the people. Eunuch Shunzi will stay behind to take care of the emperor!"
Immediately, he rushed into the Zheng Yang Palace to expel the hundred officials. Everyone had no choice but to silently walk out, under the current situation, they did not dare to think, and did not know what the Fourth Prince was thinking. They hoped that everything was just an accident.
Hopefully, the fourth prince wasn't ambitious. They comforted themselves in their hearts and slowly walked out. They would first leave this place and then stand guard outside. Presumably, nothing would happen to the emperor.
After everyone had left, Yan Wuhui took Yan Wuhen aside and said in a voice that only he could hear:
"Royal brother, you have to grasp such a great opportunity. No matter the consequences, I will support you!"
After he finished speaking, he gave Yan Wuhen a meaningful look and also left the Zheng Yang Palace.
Yan Wuhen was initially scared witless by the emperor's vomiting of blood and fainting. But when he heard Yan Wuhui's words, he suddenly understood.
Royal Father and himself were the only two people here. There was also a eunuch who could be treated as non-existent. The person outside the door was his fourth brother. Here, he could do whatever he wanted …
The Huangfu Family was gone, the imperial harem had its own mother, and the person imprisoned was Marshal Cen. If he forced the palace into a corner now and had the emperor write an imperial edict, no one would doubt him …
He walked into the bed and looked at the unconscious Yan Yihan. His face was pale and his lips were black. He had two dark circles under his eyes and he looked very weak.
Yan Wuhen just silently stood in front of the bed. His mood was agitated. He stretched out his hand to wake Yan Yihan up, but he was afraid that Yan Yihan would wake up. What should he do?
The Imperial Jade Seal, right, look for the Imperial Jade Seal …
"Eunuch Shunzi, go and bring a basin of water. I'm going to wipe Royal Father's sweat."
After the eunuch left, he began to frantically search everywhere. Under the pillow, on the bed, he searched for anything that could be placed, but he could not find what he was looking for.
In the end, he sat on the ground. What should he do? Did he really strangle the Emperor to death and then say that the Emperor passed the throne down to him before his death?
He thought of thousands of ways, but none was suitable for him. Was he really useless?
At this time, Shunzi had already returned with a basin of water. He saw Yan Wuhen sitting on the ground and thought that he was worried about the emperor, so he advised him:
"Third Prince, quickly get up. You'll catch a cold if you sit on the ground. The emperor is only temporarily unconscious and will wake up soon. Don't worry, your body won't be well if you hurt it too much!"
Shunzi thought that he was sad to sit on the floor because he was worried about the emperor. He quickly comforted Yan Wuhen with his high-pitched voice and stood to the side with water in his hand, waiting for Yan Wuhen to help the emperor clean himself.
"Put it down, I'll do it myself. Yan Wuhen thought that the Emperor will punish him after he wakes up, and he steeled his heart. Now, it's either you die or I live …"
He began to practice his hand movements in his mind, first pointing at the eunuch's sleeping points, then using the cloth towel in the basin to cover the emperor's face, slowly covering it until he could no longer breathe …
Then, he pointed to Shunzi and woke him up. Then, he shouted for help and had everyone rush in to witness the death of the emperor …
Yan Wuhen did not know that while he was staring at Song Zi, his heart was practicing the process of regicide. His eyes had become sinister and red, and when Song Zi saw his expression, he was so scared that he wanted to run away. What happened to Third Prince?
Yan Wuhen took a deep breath and stood up slowly. He reached his hand into the basin and started the first step. After the cloth was half dry, he tapped on the eunuch's acupoints. It only took a short while.
He slowly twisted the cloth. Finally, he stood up and opened the cloth with both hands. His right hand pushed against the hole on Song Zi's body, causing him to immediately fall limply to the ground.
Immediately after, Yan Wuhen acted like he was possessed, his eyes stared straight at the emperor on the bed. He raised the wet cloth towel that he had twisted countless times before and walked towards the emperor step by step …
His mind was blank now, and there were only a series of movements: first he tapped the eunuch's sleeping points, then the wet cloth covered the emperor until he did not breathe, then he slapped the eunuch until he vomited blood, and then he cried out for help.
Now that the eunuch had ordered it, the next step was to use the wet cloth in his hands to cover Royal Father up.
He walked one step at a time to the side of the bed. Only a few steps had passed, but he seemed to have exhausted himself by a thousand miles. He mechanically covered the unconscious emperor's face with the cloth in his hand.
"Battle King, here ~"
Yan Wuhen was jolted awake by the sound coming from outside the door. His senses were all back in the cage. He quickly took off the cloth that was covering Yan Yihan's face and threw it back into the washbasin.
"Battle King, you're here! Welcome!"
"Third Prince, what happened to this servant just now?"
"Who knows what's wrong with you. Hurry up and welcome Battle King, you dog slave!"