Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

Yuwen Huagu immediately drew his sword, mounted his horse, and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Kill them!"

He spurred his horse forward a couple of steps, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why am I the only one rinsing?

General Yuwen reined in his horse and turned around, only to see the Black Wind Stronghold leader still standing there expressionless.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

Yuwen Huagu's heart skipped a beat, and the heroic spirit in his throat instantly dissipated.

The raised sword was slowly lowered, and the horse quietly took two steps back.

Enraged by this, Chen Yuan turned and roared at Qin Ling Shuang:

"What are you waiting for! Do it!"

A mocking smile slowly crept onto Qin Ling Shuang's lips.

Pointing at Chen Shao:

"I think he's right."

"You are indeed unworthy to be emperor."

"Of course, if it weren't for you, Black Wind Stronghold wouldn't be what it is today."

Chen Yuan felt a tightness in his chest and staggered back a step.

"A young man with no experience is unreliable," and I've learned that lesson the hard way today.

If women are reliable, pigs can fly.

However, now is not the time to dwell on this matter.

"I'll settle the score with you later!"

He suddenly turned his head to grab Yuwen Huagu, his last straw.

"General Yuwen, kill! Kill this rebellious son, and you will become the first non-royal king of the Great Yan!"

Yuwen Huagu's face darkened, and his eyes darted around twice.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck.

This was one of the few times in his life that his mind had a flash of brilliance.

He quickly assessed the situation; things would probably stay that way for today.

Therefore, they immediately chose to sever ties with Chen Yuan.

He said with great distress:

"Your Majesty, His Majesty has been merciful enough to you, so why do you rebel?"

"What?"

Before Chen Yuan could react, Yuwen Huagu had already dismounted.

She ran to Chen Shao with small, quick steps.

Kneel on one knee, clasp your hands in a fist and bow.

His face was filled with unwavering loyalty.

"Your Majesty! This old minister knew long ago that Chen Yuan harbored treacherous intentions, so I feigned obedience while secretly lurking by your side, all to expose his true colors today! I have fulfilled my mission, I have fulfilled my mission!"

Chen Shao is too lazy to bother with him now.

With a gentle nudge of his flank, he spurred the horse forward to Chen Yuan's side.

Chen Yuan slumped to the ground, desperately kicking his legs to pull himself back.

Looking up, I watched the tall horse approach step by step.

Chen Shao reined in his horse in front of him and looked down at him.

Suddenly, with a flick of the reins, the horse reared up on its forelegs.

Chen Yuan was instantly terrified.

If that hoof were to step on someone, they would either die or be maimed.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, Shao'er, I'm your father, Shao'er..."

The horse's hooves landed right beside him.

Chen Shao looked down at the middle-aged man huddled on the ground, trembling.

"Father, now I know how those 500,000 men were defeated."

Chen Shao sat upright on his horse, but a dilemma troubled him.

What should be done with Chen Yuan?

Can I kill him?

It's possible to kill them, but at a great cost.

A wise person focuses on the fundamentals; when the fundamentals are established, the Way will naturally arise.

Filial piety and brotherly love are the foundation of benevolence.

Confucianism has long since transformed filial piety into loyalty, and filial piety is the foundation of virtue.

Take Erfeng as an example; it's a stain on her reputation for life, regardless of whether she was right or wrong, or how much she was wronged.

The fratricide and brother killing haunted him for the rest of his life.

Chen Yuan was even worse; he was a father.

But if we don't kill them... we'll be letting down the common people.

Chen Shao was in a dilemma and pondered for a long time.

He sighed just now:

"Wu Song, send the Emperor Emeritus to Yongshou Palace to live out his days. The Emperor Emeritus is old and from today onwards, no one is allowed to disturb him."

"Let's go back to the palace."

......

After Chen Shao and his men dispersed, Wu Song and his dozen or so brothers were suddenly stunned.

Where is Yongshou Palace?

These dozen or so men were all members of the Dragon Subduing Gang, ruthless bandits who had lived in the mountain stronghold for most of their lives.

They were completely clueless about the Grand Palace.

They looked at each other blankly, unable to distinguish east from west, north from south, let alone Yongshou Palace.

This is the first time for all of us to visit the palace.

"How about we postpone the delivery and go ask His Majesty instead?"

"This is the only way."

Just as Wu Song was about to nod, a thought suddenly struck him.

His Majesty clearly knew that this was his first time entering the palace, and clearly knew that he didn't even know which way the gate of Yongshou Palace faced.

But she insisted on having him deliver it.

The words "cannot be delivered" lingered in Wu Song's mind.

He subconsciously seemed to hear the echo of the tyrant's murder.

Is His Majesty ordering me to kill him?

His Majesty cannot bear the stigma of patricide, so he has ordered me to carry it out myself.

Just like the day he was adorned in the yellow robe.

Those who want to be emperor will never voluntarily ask to be emperor.

so...

What Your Majesty needs is not to send the retired emperor to that damned Yongshou Palace.

What he wants is something that can't be delivered!

What he wanted was to get this matter completely clean.

Chen Yuan patted his bottom and stood up, straightening his disheveled golden armor.

He reverted to his imperious, retired emperor demeanor.

He waved to Wu Song and the others, his tone full of impatience:

"What are you all standing there for? Quickly escort me to Yongshou Palace!"

"That damned son of a bitch, he's really ruthless, he even dares to lock up his own father."

Chen Yuan suddenly felt that the scene in front of him seemed somewhat familiar.

Just now, when he shouted "Kill!", it seemed to be the same: silence!

He turned around abruptly, only to find that Wu Song was motionless.

He was looking at himself with a sinister gaze.

Chen Yuan involuntarily took a step back.

The voice suddenly became weak.

He forced a smile:

"This...this brave warrior, do you wish to become a king of a different surname?"

"Send me to Yongshou Palace. Gold, silver, jewels, and beautiful women—you can have whatever you want."

His response was Wu Song's cold remark:

"The world has long held you in low regard!"

"If it weren't for you, Chen Yuan, I wouldn't have become an outlaw."

"If it weren't for you, I would have had a very bright future ahead of me!"

"Chen Yuan, you brought all of this upon yourself!"

"His Majesty may tolerate you, but my Wu Song dynasty will not!"

After saying that, Wu Song drew his sword.

He grabbed Chen Yuan's head with one hand and twisted it to one side.

With a knife held horizontally in one hand, he ignored Chen Yuan's pleas and brought it across his neck.

Click!

Wu Song lifted Chen Yuan's head.

"Chief Wu!"

The people behind him were dumbfounded. What... what's going on?

"How...can you..."

Holding Chen Yuan's head, Wu Song shouted to his brothers behind him:

"This matter was done by me, Wu Song, alone, and has nothing to do with you."

"I, Wu Song, will bear the blame for the regicide myself and will never implicate my brothers."

He dipped his hand in blood and wrote five large characters on Chen Yuan's headless corpse:

"The murderer is Wu Song!"