The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 504 It was you who left your son no way out!
The old woman heard it too. Alarmed, she quickly covered her grandson's mouth, pulled him back into the house, and locked the door tightly.

Occasionally, the cawing of crows would startle the lights in the entire alley, causing them to suddenly illuminate. Some people, driven by excessive curiosity, would run out to see what was happening, only to be innocently caught under the hooves of horses, their intestines trampled out. The terrified screams, mixed with the strong smell of blood, heralded the start of the night.

royal palace.

Emperor Yingqian was awakened again in the middle of the night, his heart pounding wildly against his ribs.

—Knock knock

—Knock knock

Each throbbed wildly in my temples. Cold sweat soaked through my clothes, and my nightgown clung to my body, sticky and icy.

Emperor Yingqian unconsciously gripped the bedding tightly, crumpling it into a ball in his palm.

"Someone is coming."

Only one lamp was lit inside the hall to keep it dark all night, so the light was dim.

It wasn't very clear because of the curtain.

A figure could be vaguely seen not far away.

There were shadowy figures patrolling outside the hall, and people were also stationed inside.

"Pour me a glass of water."

There was no response after he finished speaking.

Emperor Yingqian scratched his arm, not with much force, but it left a bloody mark on the itchy wound. The color wasn't bright, but there was a white liquid inside, which was festering.

Even he found the smell rotten.

Emperor Yingqian's face darkened.

"Get Old Ge over here!"

He said coldly, "I'm taking his pills, why is there no sign of improvement!"

But the figure still did not respond.

Emperor Yingqian frowned, already aware of the impending doom.

He knew that among the shadowy figures who had followed the late emperor's edict generation after generation, there were a few who had opinions about him, feeling that he, his father, his grandfather... were not upright.

But what is the shadow?

It's clearly the dog that belongs to the Ying family!

He was about to get angry.

The dark figure moved, went to the table, poured a glass of water, and came towards him.

For some reason, Emperor Yingqian's eyelids kept twitching.

I wonder how things are at the border.

If even an inch of the Great Jin's territory were lost in his hands, how could he be worthy of the title of a wise ruler?

Regardless of other factors, how can floods be attributed to human actions?
Could it be true, as outsiders say, that he has committed grave sins and incurred the wrath of Heaven?
Or is it that after Ying Fuyan died, the Prince of Yan became a vengeful ghost in the underworld, resenting him for seizing the throne and then killing everyone?
Emperor Qian responded: "Proclaim your integrity and simplicity."

Even after he finished speaking, his brows didn't relax in the slightest.

"No, announce the announcement of the Commandant of the Palace first."

A glass of water was brought in.

Emperor Yingqian, caught off guard, took the drink and drank it down in one gulp.

A sinister laugh could be heard.

Emperor Yingqian suddenly raised his eyes.

The curtains were then completely pulled back.

A bolt of purple lightning cleaved the sky, and a pale light pierced the bedchamber like a sharp blade, instantly illuminating the entire room.

As the thunder roared, Emperor Yingqian finally saw the man's face, which was bathed in a chilling white light by the electric shock.

Should we stand firm?
Wasn't he beaten bloody and then imprisoned?

Ying Zhi continued to laugh.

"Is the water I poured to your liking?"

Did they add something to the water?

Emperor Yingqian was too preoccupied to care about anything else; he was about to vomit. The cup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered in two.

Ying Zhi couldn't help but laugh: "You look so pathetic. I was just kidding."

"Bastard!"

Emperor Yingqian stared at him with cold, deep eyes.

How could Ying Zhi, who was standing here, not guess that there was a traitor among the shadows?
His brows were furrowed, his eyes seemed like icy pools, their surfaces frozen, yet turbulent beneath. His lips were taut into a straight line, and his breathing was slow and deep.

"You're bolder than I thought."

"It's all because Father Emperor forced us to do it."

Emperor Yingqian said, "If you retreat, I will spare your life."

Ying Zhi was overjoyed.

He came today with a do-or-die determination.

His eyes held an undisguised twisted emotion: "Your subject is a discarded pawn. Even if you are angry with Ying Yin, look at Ying Cheng's cowardly behavior. When Father Emperor passes away, there will be no doubt who will inherit the throne."

“If you remain alive, Ying Yin can wait, but can I?” “Thanks to Father Emperor’s grace, I have fought him so fiercely all these years. If he ascends the throne, I will be the second Prince of Yan.”

"Father."

He grabbed Emperor Yingqian by the collar and said coldly, "It is you who did not leave me a way out."

Emperor Yingqian calmly tucked the dagger under his pillow into his sleeve: "Dun'er is still young. If something happens to you, he will be the second Ying Fuyan."

This poses no threat to Ying Zhi.

He even felt that these words coming from Emperor Yingqian's mouth were hypocritical and absurd.

“Dun Ge’er is my own son, and I love him dearly.”

But this pain was only greater than the pain caused by the fact that this was his only legitimate son.

He went to this point for his own sake, not for the sake of his child.

"If I lose, I won't need outsiders to take action; the people left in the Second Prince's residence will deal with him themselves."

He dotes on Dun Ge'er so much, so this child should be buried with him.

It's better than being treated like a ghost by Ying Yin.

He won't be all alone on his way to the underworld.

And Yao Ru.

Isn't she disgusted by him? Ying Zhi insists on taking her to hell with him.

Little did Ying Zhi know that Yao Ru had safely left through the tunnel before any unusual activity occurred in the capital.

Emperor Yingqian rebuked: "If you collude with Liang Yue and the Great Jin suffers heavy losses because of you, you will be a sinner for all time!"

"Father, you should still be worried. You should take care of yourself."

The Black Riders arrived with overwhelming force, breaking through the palace gates and surging through the Vermilion Bird Gate like a tidal wave.

The screams of the night watchmen rose and fell, like startled birds scattering in all directions.

The sound of arrows piercing the air suddenly arose, and they fell densely like rain.

The Imperial Guards and the Black Cavalry clashed, and one corpse after another fell.

The palace has become a living hell.

The patrolling shadows sensed something was wrong and rushed towards the emperor's bedchamber, only to get into a fight with the shadows that emerged from inside.

Kill each other.

They were so engrossed in the fighting that no one noticed that a few others had infiltrated the group.

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Meanwhile, Ying Yin, who was living in seclusion outside the city, also received the news.

"At your command, our men can storm the city at any time."

The speaker was Cao Bogong.

Ying Yin stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a strong aura: "No rush."

"I never expected that my second brother had secretly raised so many private soldiers."

It was indeed beyond his expectations.

"If I were to face him directly, it would be hard to say who would win."

But it's different now.

Ying Zhi is a traitor who plotted to usurp the throne!
After fighting with my father's men, no matter how powerful I am, how can I have the energy to fight him again?
"Any movement from Marquis Zhongyong and Wei Zhao?"

This is what he cares about most.

Cao Bogong respectfully replied, "We have been keeping an eye on things, and there has been nothing unusual."

"The Marquis of Zhongyong did notice something and discovered our people, so he sent word to us."

He repeated his words verbatim.

"I am in poor health, and Huaiyan is useless. Even if the Xiao family has military power, it is just a means to save their own lives."

"I am old and cannot protect him for long. I beg you to take good care of me in the future. If you can give me an official position, I am willing to serve you to the death."

Ying Yin was not surprised.

Marquis Zhongyong was a man of courage but no strategy, and Xiao Huaiyan was a playboy.

The Xiao family will never amount to anything.

He asked, "Where is Wei Zhao?"

"What's the point of trying? Let our people keep an eye on them."

"I was even worried that they might get tired and hungry from keeping watch, so I had someone bring them food this morning. I guess they guessed early on that the situation was about to change and wanted to curry favor with you."

"Rest assured, I have sent people to search both inside and outside the city, and there is no Wei family army stationed there or large numbers of them around."

"It seems they've really disbanded. Even if we wanted to regroup, it would be too late."

Ying Yin sneered.

"It's not about trying to please them."

"Why would he interfere when Father is in trouble? He just wants Father to die even more than I do."