The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 505 Surrender and I'll Leave You a Corpse

The vermilion paint was peeling off, the golden tiles were covered in dust, and the entire palace lay prostrate in the blood-red setting sun like a dying behemoth.

Ying Zhi lacked patience and couldn't bear to see Emperor Ying Qian in such a precarious situation. His hands were trembling, but he maintained a calm demeanor. How could his dark and twisted heart be satisfied?

He was willing to kill his own son, let alone this old man.
The Ying family is cold and aloof, and they have nothing of value. But rather than saying he resembles Emperor Ying Qian, it would be more accurate to say he resembles the late emperor.

He can be more ruthless to himself than to outsiders.

Outside the hall, the sounds of battle were deafening, and the clash of swords was incessant.

Ying Zhi's long sword was pressed against Emperor Ying Qian's throat.

Just as Emperor Yingqian said, if he were to lose, then that old man, Emperor Yingqian, should also pass away before him.

Ying Zhi's men exerted force.

Emperor Yingqian had a bloody mark on his neck.

He had intended to stall for time, but Ying Zhi clearly intended to kill him. Without hesitation, Emperor Ying Qian drew his dagger, its cold light flashing.

"puff."

The dagger was plunged into Ying Zhi's abdomen.

However, Emperor Yingqian was physically weak and old, so although his movements were nimble, they were also slow.

Ying Zhi sensed something was wrong and dodged quickly. The wound wasn't deep, but his eyes flashed with a fierce light. He snatched the dagger back and stabbed Emperor Ying Qian three times in the heart.

Blood splattered, winding like a red snake.

"you--"

Emperor Yingqian's pupils suddenly contracted.

He finally panicked.

With a creak, someone pushed the door open and entered.

During the day, Zhu Wei, who was still loyal to Emperor Qian, entered the palace.

"wish……"

Emperor Qian was in a hurry and had just asked for help.

Zhu Wei didn't even glance at Emperor Ying Qian, but respectfully bowed to Ying Zhi.

"Second prince."

"Anyone found?"

"I did not see him in the palace where Baopu was imprisoned. I suppose he fled after the chaos in the palace."

Escape?

They're probably not going to make it.

Ying Zhi looked down at the blood trickling down Emperor Ying Qian's chest and said, "What a pity."

The reputation of usurping the throne is unsavory. He had planned to have the Taoist priest, who was knowledgeable in celestial secrets, help him spread the word that frequent natural disasters and wars were all due to Emperor Qian's moral failings, and that he was the true manifestation of the Purple Star and the True Dragon. He believed that only by following the will of Heaven could he save the people from suffering and restore order to the land.

Emperor Yingqian stared intently at Zhu Wei.

Speaking is difficult.

But it was tinged with anger.

"I trust you so much!"

Zhu Wei found it laughable: "Yang Changzheng served the Emperor faithfully and without any disloyalty. Yet now that he is dead, not a single member of the Yang family has survived, thanks to your decree."

He said coldly, "This is what happens when someone is trusted by the Emperor."

He knew Yang Changzheng's character well.

Betrayal is impossible.

As for that so-called witchcraft, Zhu Wei believed it was Ying Yin's scheme!
More than thirty dark figures were engaged in a fierce battle outside the hall.

It was dark, and it was difficult to see. Flashes of lightning streaked across the sky.

Sword energy crisscrossed, palm winds howled, and the two factions clashed fiercely, each aiming for the other's vital points.

Yes, Wei Zhao and Xiao Huaiyan were mixed in there. Their figures were like ghosts, moving through the gaps in the chaotic battle.

They don't hit just anyone.

Taking advantage of the darkness, when it's often difficult to recognize people, they would pretend to be the shadowy figures of the Yingzhi faction, sending the shadowy figures, who were clearly outmatched and struggling to cope, on their final journey.

Wei Zhao would often help up the dark figure sent by Emperor Yingqian whose feet were off the ground after being beaten, to prevent him from falling.

The shadowy figure said, "Thank you."

What are you thanking me for?

I'm helping you so I can kill you.

Wei Zhao, who had just gotten the bargain, smiled, flicked his wrist, and said politely, "Go to hell."

I don’t know how much time passed, but the thunder in the sky grew more and more intense, and the wind rose up like a demon.

"Second prince!"

Finally, the commotion subsided.

His trusted confidant, covered in blood, stormed into the hall, a severed finger still hanging from his armor. He knelt heavily, the iron armor clattering against the ground. His eyes gleamed with fanaticism.

"It's done!"

Zhu Wei was overjoyed and knelt down on the ground: "Please, new emperor, ascend the throne immediately."

Ying Zhi wiped the bloodstains from his hands, and a smile was about to appear on his lips.

"boom!"

The palace doors were kicked open, and Ying Yin entered, holding a blood-stained longsword. Behind him, a dark mass of private soldiers carrying torches surged in like a tide.

"kill!"

"By the mandate of Heaven, we will punish the traitors, eliminate the corrupt officials, and rectify the court!"

Deafening.

aggressive.

Ying Yin looked at Emperor Ying Qian lying in a pool of blood, then turned to look at Ying Zhi, whose expression had suddenly changed.

He smirked, delivering the verdict with the air of a victor: "Your men won't last long."

he said coldly.

"Surrender now! Or we might spare your life!"

That imposing presence. Indeed.

The outcome of the battle outside was already decided. Yingzhi's soldiers were exhausted and were being cut down one by one.

Ying Zhi gritted his teeth, glaring at this person who shouldn't be in the palace: "Ying Yin!"

Upon seeing this, several of his trusted confidants felt their hands and legs go weak.

When the fighting outside ended, Ying Fuyan was helped inside. The two sides were locked in a stalemate. Ying Zhi's confidants protected him and retreated repeatedly, pointing their knives at Ying Yin and the others, attempting a final struggle.

The figures in black were all dressed identically and stood separately.

Not many people.

After all, most of them died.

Ying Fuyan looked over.

One, two, three... five.

The fifth one looked tired, its head drooping, huddled in the corner, inconspicuous, its eyes lowered listlessly.

Ying Fuyan: ...

He's extremely smug.

"Second prince."

Thinking of the large sum of money he had recently obtained from Ying Yin, he decided to stand firm until the very end and smiled, "With our Fifth Prince here, can you sit firmly on this dragon throne?"

Although Ying Yin couldn't sit still either.

Ying Yin issued an order: "Killing the emperor and usurping the throne is an unforgivable crime! All soldiers, listen to my command and kill without mercy."

"Yes!"

The words fell.

His soldiers swarmed towards Ying Zhi and his men. Many more entered the palace from outside, attempting to strangle these treacherous officials.

"Old fifth."

Blood gushed from between his fingers. Emperor Yingqian curled up on the couch, making hoarse sounds in his throat. Ying Yin's figure was reflected in his unfocused pupils.

He trembled as he raised his blood-stained hand.

"save……"

Ying Yin was in a great mood and walked to the emperor's bedside.

"Father lost a lot of blood."

He looked down from his vantage point.

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

"If you don't die, how can your son rightfully ascend the throne?"

As he spoke, he was about to deliver a few more blows to Emperor Yingqian.

But someone grabbed his hand.

Wei Zhao grabbed him with one hand, seemingly without using any force, yet the sound of bones breaking could be heard.

The free hand then peeled off the corpse, put on the shadow suit, and removed it, revealing the armor underneath.

Ying Yin broke out in a cold sweat, but she could see the terror in the eyes of the person who had come.

"you--"

Wei Zhao politely replied, "I'll handle this."

At the same time, half of the private soldiers fighting side by side inside and outside the palace suddenly raised their arms.

Arrows, throwing knives, and poisoned needles rained down from his sleeves.

The distance was too close; the unsuspecting soldiers beside them didn't even have time to be shocked before they fell to the ground, bleeding from their throats and dying.

Those were hidden weapons unique to the Wei family army.

Among these people were members of the Wei family army, members of the Xiao family army, and forces cultivated by Ying Fuyan.

The situation suddenly reversed.

Ying Yin was drenched in cold sweat.

When did these people sneak in so quietly?
He suddenly looked at Cao Bogong and Ying Fuyan.

Ying Fuyan was very weak, but he laughed heartily: "Fool, you've been tricked!"

Cao Bogong: ...

It's not his fault; it was Ying Fuyan who made him cooperate step by step without him even realizing it.

Wei Zhao calmly tossed Ying Yin to Xiao Huaiyan to kill.

Xiao Huaiyan: ...After killing Ying Zhi, he also wants to kill Ying Yin.

They can't kill them all, they simply can't kill them all.

Wei Zhao took the Cloud-Piercing Spear, and the sharp muzzle slid across the terrified Emperor Ying Qian, leaving streaks of blood.

Ying Fuyan coldly looked at the dying Emperor Ying Qian.

Emperor Yingqian's vision was blurred; he was on the verge of death. He stared intently at Ying Fuyan.

"you."

For some reason, I never thought of him before, but now I feel like I know him.

Ying Fuyan was willing to let him die knowing the truth.

“The Prince of Yan is a gentleman of integrity. What treason? These baseless accusations are just a ploy to wipe out the Prince of Yan’s family. The Princess of Yan died from postpartum hemorrhage, and her newborn child, fed with her blood, did not survive even half a month.”

"Has the Prince of Yan forgotten the hundreds of lives he lost?"

Emperor Yingqian's emaciated body began to tremble: "You...who exactly are you?"

Ying Fuyan spoke each word with resentment and utter sarcasm: "Uncle, you are truly a man of high status with a short memory."

Emperor Yingqian's pupils trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

As Ying Fuyan uttered his last word, the Cloud-Piercing Spear, which had pierced the throats of countless foreign enemies and followed Wei Zhao for many years, was a gift from his uncle.

It pierced deeply into the emperor's brow. He twisted the spear shaft, the tip grinding and cracking within his skull.

Thick brain matter dripped down, mixing with the bright red blood on the bed.

Emperor Yingqian's eyes bulged out, his body went limp, and he died completely.