He exuded a murderous aura that seemed genuine.

Mo Shaoqing dared not resist. Although his face was gloomy and indignant, he could only purse his lips tightly and dare not refute.

Mo Yunhan's cold gaze swept over the court officials behind him.

"And you, every single one of you, if any of you dare to morally blackmail or force the princess to do anything, I will kill your entire family."

The title "Yama, the God of Slaughter" is not just a casual saying.

Many people have witnessed his violent acts firsthand.

Most of the court officials who remained in the capital were civil servants, so they dared not say much.

They all kept their heads down, not daring to even look him in the eye.

Mo Yunhan casually sheathed his longsword.

When his gaze turned to Jiang Qingwan, all his murderous intent vanished.

His dark eyes were so gentle they could melt water.

"You don't need to worry about the palace. Su Weichuan led his troops into the capital, but he didn't massacre anyone or even seal off the city gates. He allowed the people to come and go as they pleased. This shows that his ambitions are not in the capital, but only in the palace. You've had a hard night, so go back to your residence and get some rest. We'll decide on everything when I return."

Jiang Qingwan had absolutely no idea what Su Weichuan was planning.

The fact that the emperor was attacked at the same time is too much of a coincidence.

It is entirely possible that the second senior brother conspired with Su Weichuan to plan this rebellion.

She was overwhelmed with emotion and didn't know what to do.

He simply nodded obediently.

Mo Yunhan knew her predicament.

I didn't try to persuade them any further.

The truth can only be determined when he meets the person behind those hidden weapons and mechanisms.

"Uncle, Wang Hao, escort the Princess back to the manor."

The two men bowed to each other.

"yes!"

Mo Yunhan then released Jiang Qingwan, picked up the order from the Imperial Guard, and mounted his horse.

"Go to the patrol battalion."

Having said that, he spurred his horse and galloped away.

The Imperial Guards quickly mounted their horses and followed.

As soon as he left, Mo Shaoqing's expression suddenly darkened.

He raised his chin, adopting the air of a prince.

"Wang Hao, Zheng Qing, you are generals of the Great Zhou, not generals of the Ninth Prince's Mansion. Now that the palace has been seized by thieves, it is a disgrace to our Great Zhou. I hereby order you to immediately gather all the troops in the city, storm the palace, and take the head of that old thief Su Weichuan to uphold the prestige of our Great Zhou."

He spoke with great passion and boundless energy.

His gaze suddenly swept over Liu Ruzhi, who was standing to the side.

"Lord Liu, the constables of your Jingzhao Prefecture have also been conscripted."