Then let them offer their loyalty!

This is completely different from what Princess Huiming told the Tyrant of Destruction and the higher-ups of the Destruction Court...

What exactly went wrong?

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Chapter 962 Sending Hui Ming to his death? (Seeking monthly votes)

And just as undercurrents were brewing within the "Destroy the Royal Court".

The Princess's Palace.

The light was cut into narrow strips of light by the heavy curtains, and then swallowed up by the somber colors of the palace, only outlining a cold silhouette on the edge of the black jade table.

Princess Huiming sat upright behind the ink-jade desk, seemingly blending into the surrounding shadows. She listened quietly to the reports from those below.

"Your Highness, this is how things are now."

"Although all the high-ranking officials of the royal court appeared calm on the surface and dared not express their opinions on this matter, in reality... there were undercurrents surging beneath the surface."

"According to the 'Secret Guards' statistics, their private movements have become seven or eight times more frequent than usual."

The reporter was a man shrouded in shadow. He knelt on one knee, his voice extremely low, each word spoken with utmost caution.

Upon hearing the report from the guard, Princess Huiming's godlike face remained expressionless.

She did not respond immediately, but closed her eyes and gently tapped her index finger on the cool black jade table, making a soft "tap, tap" sound, as if she was thinking.

A moment later, she opened her eyes, her dark pupils gleaming with a faint light.

"Has Silver Mask returned?" Her voice was cold and devoid of any warmth.

When Princess Huiming suddenly asked a question unrelated to the matter, the guard was clearly taken aback for a moment, but he quickly realized what was going on and hurriedly bowed his head to reply, "Your Highness, she has already returned."

Princess Huiming looked intently at the guard and asked, "Is there anything unusual about her?"

Upon hearing this, the guard quickly replied, "Your Highness, no."

"My subordinates have sent people to observe her secretly. After failing to find the God-King Lu Yao and returning to the royal court, she acted as if nothing had happened. She went straight back to the prison city and did not contact anyone."

Princess Huiming's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. She remained silent, her fingertips tracing lightly across the smooth, cool surface of the table, as if tracing some invisible path.

After a moment, she slowly began to speak.

"Issue an edict to her, ordering her to return to her residence immediately, reflect on her mistakes behind closed doors, and not to leave without my written order."

Her tone was calm but left no room for argument.

This startled the kneeling guard, who then looked up at Princess Huiming.

In a moment, he realized he had lost his composure and broken a taboo, so he quickly lowered his head to hide his astonishment.

His mind raced, and in just a second, he pretty much "guessed" what Princess Huiming wanted to do.

So he quickly adjusted his mindset, lowered his head, and asked in a deep voice, "Then should we send someone... to keep watch outside Lord Silver Mask's residence?"

Upon hearing the guard's words, Princess Huiming leaned back in her wide chair, merging even deeper into the darkness.

She pondered quietly for a few seconds before speaking, "She's definitely not the kind of person who can obediently listen in a situation like this."

Princess Huiming spoke expressionlessly, without joy or sorrow.

"...Send a team of God-Kings to protect her outside her residence. Tell them it's my order, and let her rest in peace."

"Yes." Upon hearing this, the guard immediately bowed his head to accept the order, saluted, and then retreated silently out of the hall.

The palace doors slowly closed, shutting out the last bit of light.

Princess Huiming sat alone in the darkness, her face still expressionless. She raised her hand, her slender, pale fingers clenching in mid-air...

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Meanwhile, inside the Tyrant's Palace, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The dark red laws of destruction flowed slowly across the floor like viscous lava, and the air felt heavy, as if it were about to solidify.

On the towering throne, the figure of the Destruction Tyrant was shrouded in a dense aura of destruction. The crimson firelight reflected on the Destruction Tyrant's rugged and majestic face, which resembled a mountain range, making him look even more terrifying than the demons of the abyss.

Meanwhile, in His Highness's presence, a god-king who had just reported information about God-King Lu Yao screamed and rolled on the ground, his divine body slowly melting and burning to ashes. It was a cruel form of slow slicing.

"This is outrageous! This is truly outrageous!"

The tyrant of destruction leaned forward on his throne, his roar like rolling thunder, making the entire hall vibrate.

It is said that the human heart is like water, which flows downhill, but the human heart always wants to climb higher!

"I entrusted the entire royal court to her, and she's still not satisfied!"

The Destruction Tyrant slammed his hand on the armrest of the throne, instantly cracking the seemingly indestructible throne.

Space was distorted by his anger.

"Does she really think that by managing this household for a thousand years, she has truly become the queen of this destroyed royal court?!"

"I want her to know that I let her manage things not because she's capable of managing them, but because I let her manage them!"

His voice was filled with absolute domineering and a desire for control.

"Even if I neglect the royal court for a thousand years, the royal court will still be in my hands; if I want to take it over, I can do so with a single word!"

A roar echoed through the empty hall. The tyrant of destruction's chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot, as if he were about to utterly destroy the entire world at any moment.

Finally, the Destruction Tyrant's crimson eyes widened, and he roared.

"Bring Huiming to see me!"

This statement was filled with murderous intent, clearly indicating that the speaker was enraged.

And at that very moment.

Upon hearing his words, a young man dressed in a black python robe, whose face bore a resemblance to the Destroyer Tyrant, immediately bowed and said urgently, "Father... please calm your anger!"

"Please hear what your son has to say!"

Upon hearing the prince's words, the Destruction Tyrant's crimson eyes turned to him, landing on the young man with a weight that seemed to encompass the entire world, causing the young man's body to crack and creak.

Seeing this, the prince gritted his teeth and forced himself to continue, then quickly sped up his explanation.

"Father...we are currently in the period of 'Epochal Reincarnation,' a time of great strife."

"At this critical juncture, what the royal court needs most is unity. Only through unity can we seize the 'Path to the Epoch' for the next millennium."

"And Huiming has ruled the royal court for a thousand years..." The prince paused, carefully organizing his thoughts.

"Most of the new generation of demigod kings in the royal court were cultivated and promoted by her."

“If we were to settle scores with her now, it could very well cause a split within the royal court.”

"At that time, not only will it affect Father's grand plan, but it may also benefit other factions, allowing them to seize the 'Epoch Path'."

"Therefore... I think it's not the right time to settle scores with Hui Ming."

As he said this, the young prince secretly raised his head and cautiously glanced at the Destroyer Tyrant.

The Destroyer Tyrant may be short-tempered, but that doesn't mean he's brainless.

Hearing the prince say this, he took a few deep breaths and then fell into deep thought.

Seeing that the tyrant's rage had subsided somewhat, the prince quickly continued,

"Moreover, Father... Huiming is, after all, a high-level God-King, and one of the most important fighting forces of our royal court."

"This matter has not been fully exposed yet, and your reputation has not been damaged."

"We can avoid a complete falling out and lull her into a false sense of security for now. Then, while consolidating power in her hands, we can find an opportunity... to send her on a mission with a near-certain death, making good use of her. Wouldn't that be better?"

"After all, every time an era changes, don't a few high-level god-kings die?"

A sly glint flashed in the prince's eyes. "Then why can't it be Huiming?"

He paused for a moment, then concluded, "In this way, the royal court will not be at risk of splitting apart, other channels will not laugh at us, and Huiming will be able to make the most of his last bit of influence."

Upon hearing the prince's words, the Destruction Tyrant, who had been gradually calming down, began to breathe more evenly.

His mind raced, and his scarlet eyes gleamed.

After a moment, as if he had finally made a decision, he let out a cold snort, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"If tofu falls into a pile of ash, you can't just ignore it, but you can't pat it too hard either. It's such a hassle."

After speaking, the Destruction Tyrant's scarlet eyes fell on the prince in the palace.

He spoke authoritatively,

"Even if we want to lull her into a false sense of security, we need to find a plausible reason to smooth things over."

"This reason must be able to shut up everyone else and make her believe that I have no doubts about her."

"What reason do you think would be good?"

The prince seemed to have been waiting for these words, so when he heard the Tyrant of Destruction's words, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately replied, "Father, the reason is actually very simple."

He bent over, looked at the Destroyer Tyrant, and uttered four words with a smile, "Silver-masked God King."

"Silver Mask?" The Destruction Tyrant chewed on the name softly, as if pondering how to use the Silver Mask God King as Sister Ai.

Seeing this, the prince did not keep the tyrant of destruction waiting any longer, but took the initiative to speak.

"Father, the information about the whereabouts of the new God-King who has embarked on the 'Path to Supremacy' was given to the Silver-Masked God-King privately by God-King Lu Yao."

"And the Silver-Masked God-King reported this news to Huiming alone."

"Although we all know that the Silver-Masked God King is a staunch supporter of Huiming, there is no way he could hide it."

"However... on the surface, we can claim that the Silver-Masked God King had a change of heart, withheld this crucial intelligence, and failed to report it to Huiming, which led to this terrible outcome."

“In this way, we can pin all the blame on Silver Mask, and Huiming can get away from the charge of ‘failure to report’.”

The prince became more and more excited as he spoke, "Moreover... the Silver-Masked God-King was originally a surrendered general, and not a means of destruction. It's perfectly reasonable for her to have ulterior motives."

"After that, as long as we kill her, we can shut up the gossip and give Huiming a way out."

Upon hearing the prince's words, the Destruction Tyrant fell into quiet contemplation.

Seeing this, the prince quickly continued his analysis.

"Moreover, Father... more importantly, the Silver-Masked God King is one of the leaders of the Shadow Division, a staunch confidant of Huiming, her right-hand man, and her most important source of intelligence."

“Killing Silver Mask will not only perfectly resolve this matter, but it will also be equivalent to blinding Hui Ming, greatly weakening her power in the royal court, and depriving her of any source of intelligence in the future.”

"This is a two-birds-with-one-stone strategy!"

As the prince spoke, the Destruction Tyrant slowly stroked his enormous fingers on the throne.

The laws of destruction accompanied his thoughts, rising and falling continuously within the hall.

After pondering for seven or eight seconds, the Destruction Tyrant finally uttered a low syllable from its throat, "Hmm."

This single word seemed to determine the future fate of the Cloud Cat God King.

After uttering the "hmm," the Destroyer Tyrant's gaze fell upon the prince before him, his eyes holding both scrutiny and a very obvious hint of approval.

He said slowly, "Second brother, although your talent is not as good as your sister's, your cunning is no less than hers."

“Over the years, you have reached the level of a guardian god-king and have the ability to stand alone.”

He changed the subject, his voice becoming meaningful, "It seems you'll have to shoulder more of the burdens of the royal court in the future."

Upon hearing the words of the Destroyer Tyrant, the Second Prince was immediately overjoyed.

He trembled slightly with excitement and immediately knelt down, his voice strong and clear, "Your subject is willing to share the Emperor's burdens and relieve his difficulties, even at the cost of ten thousand lives!"

Looking at his son lying prostrate on the ground, the Destroyer Tyrant's face once again became expressionless, his gaze indifferent, devoid of joy or sorrow.

He pondered quietly for a moment, then raised his head, his gaze piercing through the hall to the dim sky outside, and spoke.

"Since you brought this up, then you should handle it."

"Take my decree and go see Huiming. Don't disappoint me."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Upon hearing this, the second prince, who was kneeling on the ground, quickly replied, "Yes, Father!"

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