I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"what?"

Zhao Quan was greatly puzzled by Pei Qianli's arrangement.

"And what about the Crown Prince's Palace, young master?"

"Eastern Palace my ass."

Pei Qianli stretched out his hand, and with a thunderous roar, a long spear flew from the weapon rack in the courtyard into his palm.

"Right now, everyone in the entire capital who is qualified to take the throne is probably going to be killed by him. Wei Yanwu is the only candidate for the future Crown Prince."

"That damned Wei family, they've never given us a moment's peace of mind... By the Divine Lord, I meant no offense."

"And Zhao Quan, you better give the signal right now."

Zhao Quan pretended not to hear anything and quickly poured out a red flower from the bamboo tube at his waist.

Accompanied by a soft, soaring sound, the bright red dragon pattern was clearly visible in the night sky.

"We must leave before Wei Yanwu does!"

"Here!"

Pei Qianli picked up his gun and stepped out of the house, with Zhao Quan following closely behind.

■

The fireworks in the night sky flashed by in an instant, and the various forces that were keeping a close eye on this sky quickly reacted upon hearing the news.

"Yanwu! Imperial Guards! They've realized what's happening! Hurry!"

The fireworks illuminated the eyes of the man from Drak, and his powerful voice filled the entire courtyard.

"Ha! Wei Yanwu, your dog is urging you on."

Let's get started!

But don't be happy for too long! Killing your brothers and slaughtering your blood relatives are heinous crimes that the ancestor will not forgive!

Wei Yanwu, Wei Yanwu! We will be waiting for you in the underworld!

The disheveled dragon slumped on the bed, berating his brother who stood at the door.

"...I'm sorry, elder brother."

The crimson blade was drawn and precisely sliced ​​the beating heart to pieces.

"Edward, let's go to the next place."

The man's voice was hoarse, no longer as clear as before.

Draco sighed.

Fratricide

He could have stood by and watched, having no connection to the Great Yan Dynasty, but... Wei Yanwu was his brother, and he couldn't bear to see him in danger without doing anything.

Even if... he might die from that person's thunder.

■

As dawn broke, Wei Yanwu, covered in blood, finally arrived at this final checkpoint.

Xuanwumen

The Dragon Palace in the Divine Capital is the final and most difficult hurdle to overcome when meeting the emperor.

Or perhaps, what he wanted to see was not that true dragon who had no sense of kinship, but rather...

But Wei Yanwu felt no relief whatsoever.

They traveled all the way here, and apart from the servants of the princes who were rebelling, they didn't encounter a single Imperial Guard sent to quell the rebellion. It was easy to imagine where the more than a thousand Imperial Guards of the capital were located.

Besides that... the rules that have been hanging high above the True Dragon Bloodline and even the entire Great Yan have yet to receive a response.

But if you just raise your head slightly, you can see the dark clouds that have already covered the sky.

But looking back, there was no way to retreat.

The tall and imposing Xuanwu Gate was unguarded; it only took four people working together to push it open, revealing the broad road behind it.

Wei Yanwu took a deep breath; his throat was a little dry, seemingly a lingering effect of the night's shouting and commanding.

I was also a little tired, and I didn't know if I would have the strength to climb that hundred-step staircase later.

Passing through Xuanwu Gate, you arrive at the foot of the ladder to Chengxiang Hall.

Looking up, the white stone steps resembled layered mountains, as if a palace sat regally among the clouds.

"Wei Yanwu! How dare you come here! You have some nerve!"

On the white jade ladder, a silver-armored youth stood proudly. Black-armored soldiers stood guard, spears gleaming like stars.

"Left and Right Imperial Guards! Seize this traitor!"

As soon as he gave the order, more than a thousand heavily armored soldiers of the Imperial Guards swarmed out like ants, blocking Wei Yanwu's rebel army and blocking them at the foot of the Cloud Ladder.

Spears stood in rows, and crossbows were arrayed in a formidable array.

"General Pei! It is not that I, Yanwu, intended to commit a heinous crime. It is that the villain's nonsense has misled His Majesty. If he is not eliminated soon, he will surely endanger the people of the Great Yan in the future! I had no choice but to take this foolish act of 'removing the emperor's inner circle'!"

Without panicking, Wei Yanwu had already anticipated this situation.

He raised his hand to stop the counterattack of the Imperial Guards behind him, and under the watchful eyes of more than a thousand people, he fearlessly recited the speech he had prepared several days earlier.

"We have no say in the Crown Prince's behavior."

The young officer was too lazy to listen to his official pronouncements; he was just a gatekeeper, how could he possibly concern himself with other people's "family affairs"?

But they still need to show some respect, otherwise they won't be able to explain themselves to the old emperor and that other person.

The spear was raised, and the weather changed drastically.

"You can say these things when you see His Majesty!"

"Will you surrender, or will I personally arrest you and bring you to see His Majesty, the Crown Prince!"

As the heavy tone fell, purple lightning rose from itself, transforming into a giant dragon several meters long, glaring angrily with thunder in its mouth.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Black Armored Dark Cloud raised his spear and shouted, taking a step closer with each shout.

The flashes of lightning instantly spread into the dark clouds, like a hundred birds singing in unison, or a sudden, startling drumbeat.

Returning to the forty-sixth dawn and dusk

"Please, Lord Wei."

Pushing open the palace gates of Chengxiang Palace, one finds that the palace maids and concubines inside have long been dismissed, making this palace, which should have been filled with "nightly revelry" and given birth to the future of the Great Yan Dynasty, appear very desolate.

It makes sense, really. Old Zhenlong's health is deteriorating day by day. He can barely walk, let alone have the energy to create brothers for Wei Yanwu and the others.

In the empty and silent hall, the sound of Pei Qianli's heavy armor stepping on the floor tiles was particularly loud.

Pei Qianli led Wei Yanwu to his sleeping quarters and gently knocked on the door.

"His Majesty."

"Enter."

The aged voice rang out, trembling, yet it commanded respect.

Because he is the true dragon of the Great Yan Dynasty.

"..."

Pei Qianli glanced at Wei Yanwu, who was trying to remain calm beside him, gave a wicked smile, and pushed open the door.

Inside the room, there were no five hundred axemen waiting to signal the breaking of the cup; there was only an elderly king and a bowing eunuch.

The eunuch was a native of Yan, born with a large hoofed ox and was extremely loyal.

The king was an old dragon, and because of his advanced age and the fact that he had long since shed his heavy court robes, he appeared very thin.

The dragon horns that once covered the sky like a ridge of trees and were incredibly glorious now seemed extremely heavy.

"Your Majesty, Duke Wei has arrived."

Although he jokingly referred to Wei Yanwu as "the Crown Prince" in public, as long as the old emperor did not change the crown prince, Wei Yanwu would still only be a minor "Duke Wei".

"Ziyi, you may leave for now."

"Here."

Pei Qianli, holding his gun, stepped back a few paces from Wei Yanwu and stood to the side.

At this distance, he could ensure that he could suppress Wei Yanwu the moment he had any bad intentions, without harming the old dragon in the slightest.

"..."

"..."

"His Majesty."

The two remained silent for a long time before Wei Yanwu finally couldn't withstand the pressure and spoke first.

"Your Majesty...ah..."

The old dragon chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Your Majesty...you'd rather call me Your Majesty...than you call me by that name...cough cough..."

Before the old dragon could finish speaking, a violent cough interrupted him.

"Honey, Your Majesty."

Huang Gonggong immediately took out a small box wrapped in silk, inside which were specially made throat lozenges that could effectively suppress the old dragon's cough.

This is one of the reasons why, despite his advanced age, he could still chat and laugh with his ministers in court.

But this time, the old dragon did not accept the candy.

"I am not so bad that I can't even say a few words."

Those dragon eyes, bright as fire, were fixed on Wei Yanwu, who was still standing in place and refused to bow his head, scrutinizing this audacious and rebellious son.