Xiao Cheyun, without much effort, achieved his goal of delaying, exhausting, and provoking his opponent, while the wall remained as solid as a mountain.

......

As the cursing subsided at Lantian Pass, the news of the death of Emperor Yin Zhao of the Great Yin Dynasty first broke out in the innermost circle of Xijing, and then spread rapidly to all directions through various secret and public channels!

The core of the news is cold and direct: Emperor Yin Zhao died suddenly in the palace last night!

Yinji, who was boosting morale at Longmen Pass, was taken aback when he saw Zhou Hong, who looked travel-worn. He was then stunned when he learned that Yinzhao had passed away.

"His Majesty suddenly fell ill at three quarters past 9 PM last night and passed away!"

"A country cannot be without a ruler for a day, nor can the imperial regalia remain vacant for long." Your Highness is the direct descendant of the late emperor and the closest relative to the state. We urge Your Highness to return to the capital immediately, assume power, and preside over important matters to reassure the hearts of the people.

Zhou Hong said anxiously from the side.

When Yinji heard that he had the power to govern the country, his body trembled slightly from subconscious shock.

But soon, the trembling subsided, replaced by a strange, burning sense of power that spread from the fingertips to every part of the body.

He's dead... Yin Zhao... The one sitting on the throne, nominally his uncle, but in reality his father's mortal enemy in the struggle for the throne.

Even more so, Zhao Muyun and the puppet emperor who had an invisible shackle on his head... actually died just like that?

There was no sadness as expected, and not even many surprises.

When Zhao Muyun left Xijing and Qu Zhuang and others, who were under Wang Tiezhu's command, were secretly working, he may have vaguely foreseen that something might happen.

But when the change actually came in such a naked and thorough way, an indescribable complex emotion, a mixture of immense ambition and instinctive vigilance, still struck him instantly.

The throne... that supreme position, the dragon throne that his father had dreamed of but failed to obtain, ultimately paying the price with his life.

Now, it has suddenly opened the door to him in such a bloody way?

My heart pounded wildly in my chest, and the sound of blood rushing through my ears reverberated.

He could almost hear the long-suppressed desires roaring from the depths of his heart.

But he forced himself to remain calm, took a few deep breaths of the cold, gunpowder-scented air, and the shock on his face quickly faded, replaced by an expression befitting his status.

It was a look of deep sorrow mixed with unwavering resolve!