After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Yin Mo remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic. Instead, he propped his head up and leisurely observed the assembled court officials.

"It seems it is time for you, my esteemed ministers, to make your choice."

Lin San, who had been transferred back to the capital from Song County six months ago, stepped forward to stand in front of the throne, blocking Xiao Anzi's way, and silently took his place.

Xiao Anzi was deeply moved, and his lips moved as he said, "Lord Lin..."

Lin San held the tablet, his face showing a calm indifference as if he had no regard for life or death.

One has two.

Some officials stood in front of Yin Mo, while others quietly moved to the side of Prince Yi Yang.

But many more people are hesitant and unsure of what to do.

The Golden Guards and the Ghost-Faced Army faced off, and the entire Golden Palace fell into an eerie silence.

Feeling slighted, Tian Hai immediately shouted, "Da Hu, kill them all! Kill all those who don't obey me!"

Yin Cheng stood still.

"Let's get started." From his high position, Yin Mo's casual remark left everyone bewildered.

"Ah—" Tian Hai looked down in disbelief, watching a strange, jet-black blade pierce through his stomach.

Blood dripped down the tip of the knife.

Tian Hai's eyes were wide open, and he remained incredulous until his death.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene and remained speechless for a long time.

Yin Mo curled his lips, still maintaining a composed and strategic demeanor.

Yin Cheng stepped onto the high platform step by step.

The Rakshasa mask was removed and casually tossed to the ground with a crisp sound.

The demonic sword in Yin Cheng's hand exuded an eerie aura. As he slowly turned around, court officials immediately recognized him, "It's His Highness Prince Cheng!"

"His Royal Highness the King!"

Yin Cheng smiled slightly, twirled the demon blade in his hand, and then the barb sank several inches into the white jade ground.

"Trying to mess with my brother?" Yin Cheng sneered, coldly surveying the room. "Come on up if you dare!"

His voice, imbued with inner strength, resounded steadily and powerfully throughout the entire palace.

Seeing that things were not going well, Pang Hong was about to duck and run away when he was grabbed by the masked soldiers behind him.

Zhao Lang removed his mask and knelt down in front of Yin Mo.

"Zhao Lang, Commander-in-Chief of the Southwest Army, pays his respects to Your Majesty. Long live the Emperor!"

Upon seeing this, Pang Hong immediately understood everything, his vision went black, and he fainted.

Upon seeing this, the officials with ulterior motives were terrified and prostrated themselves on the ground, especially the officials who had just sided with Prince Yiyang. They were now sweating profusely and their backs were chilled.

Who would have thought that Prince Cheng, who had been missing for three years, would not only return but also infiltrate the rebel army.

The moment King Yiyang saw Yin Cheng, he knew that his years of planning had come to naught.

Even if Yin Mo were to be removed from power now, Yin Cheng, a legitimate member of the royal family, would be the rightful successor. Moreover, the Golden Guard and the Southwest Army are both here now, and his few thousand soldiers are no match for them... This is definitely not a good time to seize the throne.

He forced an awkward smile. "It's wonderful that my nephew has returned safely."

Yin Cheng looked at him expressionlessly. "Ah, it's the Imperial Uncle."

The Prince of Yiyang felt a chill run down his spine under Yin Cheng's gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that, my dear nephew?"

Yin Cheng curled his lips into a forced smile and said, "I've always felt that the voice of that General of Huzhou sounded familiar, and now I finally remember. When I visited your residence, the servant boy beside you must have been one of your retainers, right?"

Yin Cheng continued, "Uncle, I may not be good at much else, but my memory is pretty good."

"Nephew, what are you talking about? I don't understand," said Prince Yiyang. "But Your Majesty, a mere boy, has concealed this for decades. Shouldn't you give the world an explanation?"

At this moment, Yin Mo spoke calmly: "I've been wondering why, among all the provinces, my uncle chose Huzhou. Now I remember, isn't my uncle's second wife, Lady Liu, the eldest daughter of the Liu family, the most prestigious family in Huzhou?"

According to intelligence, the Liu family has been secretly controlling the economic lifeline of Huzhou for years.

Pang Hong and Tian Hai were merely a smokescreen, designed to allow the Liu family to remain completely hidden in this rebellion.

Once Prince Yiyang has a firm grasp on the situation in the capital, the Liu family will rise to prominence and become a member of the imperial family.

When King Yiyang reclaims the Yin imperial power from the traitors Pang Hong and others, the world will only praise him for his noble character.

In this way, one gains both fame and fortune.

Unfortunately, all of this came to nothing.

Prince Yiyang stubbornly refused to admit it, saying, "You lad, are you perhaps trying to secure your throne by harming the other members of the Yin royal family!"

Yin Mo tapped on the imperial desk, and Xiao Anzi quickly handed over the brocade box.

"Uncle, do you want to see the letter you wrote to Pang Hong? Heh..." Yin Mo glanced at Pang Hong, "Although it's supposed to be an alliance, we each have our own agendas. What a dog-eat-dog show."

"Why waste words with him?" Yin Cheng drew his demon sword and approached Prince Yiyang step by step. "Just kill him."

The Prince of Yiyang, though outwardly fierce, was inwardly weak. He said, "You...you...I was personally granted the title of Prince by the Great Ancestor. How dare you dispose of me—"

Yin Cheng sheathed his knife and casually grabbed Xiao Anzi's clothes to wipe the blade.

Yin Mo: "..."

Yin Mo: "How could you actually kill someone?"

"Why keep them alive for the New Year?" Yin Cheng asked, puzzled. "They're going to die anyway, so it doesn't matter where they die."

Yin Mo: Headache!

"This is not in accordance with ancestral customs."

Yin Cheng scoffed, "What's it to me?"

The two brothers chatted as if no one else was around in the Golden Palace, while a group of kneeling officials dared not get up, forming a huge, chaotic scene.

Yin Mo sighed, "Fine, let's leave it at that."

The demonic blade dragged on the white jade stone, emitting a piercing, sharp sound.

Yin Cheng walked up to the official who had previously been shouting that the emperor could never be a boy, bent down to meet his gaze, and said, "You were the one who jumped the loudest just now, weren't you?"

The official was sweating profusely and dared not meet Yin Cheng's gaze.

Yin Cheng straightened up, raised his knife and slashed down. The head rolled around once and finally came to rest at the feet of another official.

If the officials were merely afraid when the Ghost-Faced Army forced them to abdicate, now they are filled with nothing but terror.

Yin Cheng walked over to another official, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and lifted up all the men in turn.

"What about you? Do you think my brother could be emperor?"

The official flinched. "For a young man to become emperor? This is utterly ridiculous!"

Yin Cheng lowered his eyes, his left eye was bloodshot and completely red, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

In just a few breaths, two officials died a violent death.

Yin Mo sensed something was wrong and suddenly grabbed the carvings with the hand that was resting on the dragon throne.

"Could my brother become emperor?"

"...Yes, yes! Your Majesty, I...I swear to follow you to the death!"

"Very well." Yin Cheng released him, his bloodshot eyes fixed menacingly on the assembled officials. "Is there anyone else who objects?"

Nonsense, with such a fierce demon around, a knife hanging over their necks, who would dare to object?

"Long live the Emperor!"

With someone taking the lead, a deafening voice soon resounded throughout the Golden Palace.

At this moment, whether their sincerity or feigned, all the civil and military officials bowed their heads in submission, shouting, "Long live the Emperor!"

Yin Mo's expression did not relax; instead, he frowned and said in a low voice, "Xiao Anzi, go find Bai Yuchen."

Xiao Anzi also noticed that something was wrong with Cheng Wang, and scrambled to the back to find Bai Yuchen.