Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

In the Prince Xian's residence, his advisors stayed up half the night in the study.

"If Xiao Fang really dares to ascend the throne, it would be treason."

Those who plot rebellion shall be punished by the whole world.

"But he has soldiers."

The 200,000 troops outside the capital are not just for show.

"So we can't wait until he puts on the dragon robe; we have to create momentum before he takes any action."

"We must let all the people in the city know that Xiao Fang's position is illegitimate."

The imperial edict in his hand was forced out of him while the late emperor was on his deathbed.

"Tomorrow is the funeral of the late Emperor and Empress. We will make a scene in front of their coffins."

If Xiao Fang dares to make a move, it will confirm his ferocity.

If he doesn't act, we'll announce his ambitions to the world.

"Okay. Let's do it this way."

The wise king sat at the head of the table and remained silent.

He stared at the flickering candlelight on the table, clenching his fists.

"Xiao Fang, this Great Liang cannot be surnamed Xiao."

So, overnight, the winds in the capital changed again.

The news that "Xiao Fang is going to usurp the throne" was deliberately spread to every street and alley.

Some people say that the edict of succession was fake.

Some say that Xiao Fang drove the late emperor and empress to their deaths.

Some people say that the young prince has died, and the child Xiao Fang is raising in the mansion is of unknown parentage.

These rumors spread like wildfire.

Some people started pointing and whispering in the direction of the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion.

"I used to think he was a loyal minister."

"I heard that he also killed the Wing King, and now he wants to be emperor."

"The 200,000 troops outside are here to back him up! They're going to slaughter the entire royal family!"

"The so-called Loyal and Brave King, the King of Zhenbei, are all fake! They've been plotting a rebellion from beginning to end!"

"How could our Great Liang have produced such a treacherous and rebellious subject!"

"And I even went to welcome him back to Beijing just a few days ago!"

"Bah! What a waste of the old prince's illustrious reputation!"

These words also reached Xiao Fang's ears.

He didn't even frown, continuing to prepare Long Yuanqi for burial in the palace.

Long Yuanqi has been changed into a clean dragon robe.

Her face was also carefully adorned by palace maids.

But his lips were still bluish-gray, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken.

Xiao Fang stood beside the coffin and gazed at it for a long time.

He reached out and straightened Long Yuanqi's collar.

"Brother, I'm still too late."

His voice was very low.

"The Northern Hu have been pacified, and the Southern Yue and Western Rong have also surrendered."

I wanted to hear you praise me in person, but you didn't wait for me.

He paused, then spoke in a low voice.

"The person you asked me to protect, I will protect for you."

I'll watch over this main beam for you.

"You can go in peace."

The palace servants outside were all weeping.

Xiao Fang did not cry.

He simply stood by the coffin, as if to remember Long Yuanqi's final appearance.

However, none of the princes who shared the same father as Long Yuanqi in this imperial city shed a single tear for this coffin.

They sent people to spread rumors in the city.

Incite the people.

The words "traitorous minister" were firmly attached to Xiao Fang's head.

They thought they had finally won.

Two more days passed.

The imperial palanquin carrying the emperor and empress left the palace.

The whole city was draped in white mourning clothes.

The snow-white funeral banners stretched from the palace gate all the way to the inner city gate.

Paper money flew everywhere, like a belated white rain.

Xiao Fang, still dressed in plain clothes, walked at the head of the hearse.

The people knelt on the street, weeping all around.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Why did you leave like this!"

"Heaven is blind!"

"His Majesty is a wise ruler! Why do good people not live long?"

Xiao Fang didn't say anything.

He walked steadily, step by step.

The hearse rumbled and rolled over the paper money scattered on the ground.

Just as the procession reached the inner city gate, it suddenly stopped.

The wise king and his men blocked the road.

He was dressed in mourning clothes, his face full of grief and indignation, followed by more than a dozen court officials.

"Xiao Fang! Stop right there!"

The wise king knelt down in the street, his voice hoarse.

"The late emperor and empress haven't even been laid to rest yet, and you've already sent an army of 200,000 to besiege the city. What exactly are you trying to do?!"

"You held the edict of succession in your hand, and then carried the crown prince back to your own residence."

"Until you explain yourself clearly today, we will not let you leave the city!"

His shout silenced the entire street.

The paper money is still floating in the air.

But everyone's eyes were on Xiao Fang.

Xiao Fang stopped and slowly raised his head to look at the Prince Xian.

The wise king, dressed in mourning attire, knelt upright in front of the hearse.

Behind him, a dozen or so court officials also knelt down in a rush.

They didn't speak.

Just kneeling.

The wise king lowered his body, blocking the wheels of the carriage.

His shoulders were shaking, as if he were crying.

Judging from his appearance, he really seemed to be extremely heartbroken.

But he knelt there before the coffin, preventing the emperor and empress's coffins from moving forward even an inch.

The people on the street were all stunned.

Some people covered their mouths, afraid to make a sound.

An old man turned pale on the spot and pointed at the wise king with trembling hands.

"This...this won't do!"

"Once the hearse has started moving, how can it stop!"

"To stop the coffin from being laid to rest is to cut off the late emperor and empress's path to reincarnation!"

"Your Majesty! You cannot stop the funeral procession!"

"This is extremely disrespectful! It's a very bad omen!"

The image of the wise king did not hear.

He remained kneeling.

His shoulders were still twitching slightly.

The crying was extremely low, so low it sounded fake.

Xiao Fang stood beside the hearse, raising only his hand to support the coffin beside him.

On the back of his hand, the veins bulged one by one, and his knuckles turned white from the force he exerted.

His chest heaved violently, and beneath his plain white robe, his entire body resembled a taut bow.

He squinted, staring at the man in front of him, dressed in mourning clothes, who had forced the emperor and empress's funeral procession to stop.

Xiao Fang stood beside the hearse, dressed entirely in white.

The wind blew the paper money around, and it landed on his shoulder.

The wise king knelt on the ground, his face streaked with tears.

He raised his head, his voice sharp and shrill, as if he wanted to nail Xiao Fang to the ground in front of the entire city.

"Xiao Fang! Did the late emperor make a mistake?"

Long Yuanqi had only been on the throne for a few months when he dared to pass it on to someone outside the imperial family!

"This is a grave disrespect to our ancestors! This is an attempt to destroy the centuries-old foundation of my Long family!"

"The emperor is muddle-headed! We, as his brothers and relatives, cannot be muddle-headed like him!"

"This edict of succession is not in accordance with ancestral rules!"

It's illegal! It's just a piece of waste paper!

The wise king became more and more excited as he spoke.

He crawled two steps on his knees, his fingers almost poking Xiao Fang in front of him.

"Who do you think you are, Xiao Fang! A mere prince of a different surname! How dare you claim the throne of the Great Liang!"

"Do you think that having soldiers makes you an emperor?"

I'm telling you, the people of Daliang won't accept this! The whole world won't accept this either!

Several clan elders behind him also straightened up.

"That's right! The royal family has its own rules."

Just because Long Yuanqi has become emperor doesn't mean he can act recklessly!

"Abolish ancestral customs and abandon bloodlines! This is utterly rebellious!"

"As descendants of the Long family, we cannot stand idly by!"

They knelt there, their cries and curses mingling together.

Some people are genuinely crying, while others are just putting on an act.

But their faces all wore the same air of self-righteous indignation.

They are the pillars of the Great Liang, and they are the ones who decide who lives and who dies.

Xiao Fang listened for a long time.

He didn't say a word.

He stood before the spirit tablet, his back ramrod straight.

The paper money floated past his eyes, as if it still carried Long Yuanqi's last breath.

The veins on his forehead slowly bulged out.

Those eyes slowly swept from the face of the wise king to the faces of the clan elders.

"Are you done talking?"

In his extreme anger, he calmed down and spoke in a low, even somewhat calm, voice.

But it was this calm that made the wise prince and his companions shudder.

"In extraordinary times, we can't be bothered with such things!"

The wise king forced himself to shout.

"Even if you want to kill us today, we'll accept it!"

For the sake of the ancestral temple of Liang, I, the Wise King, am not afraid to die!

Xiao Fang suddenly smiled.

"An extraordinary time?"

That smile was extremely cold.

"Whether you're afraid of death or not, we'll talk about that when you get to jail."

He turned his head and looked at Lu Zhao.

"Imperial City Army, take them all down."