Chapter 69 Chapter 69 Choice

But in the next second, Shen Tingxue saw Lin Zhan's sword against her neck.

Then Shen Tingxue clearly saw that the man's pupils, which were covered with scarlet bloodshot, were trembling slightly. "Let her come out to see me, otherwise, I don't mind cutting off your head right away."

Jiang Wu wasn't surprised by his choice, unless he had truly fallen in love with the stranger during their brief encounter. If he had, it would only prove that his love was superficial.

"You can't do that to me. Have you forgotten that my current body is Changle's? Do you really want to kill her with your own hands?" When the cold sword was against her neck, Shen Tingxue's brain went blank as she trembled with fear. She seemed completely unable to accept why things turned out like this.

You have to know that she is the heroine of this world, the darling of heaven! This world should revolve around her!

"Let Changle come out to see me. As long as I see her, I will let you go." Lin Zhan repeated again with a sullen face, each word coming out coldly from between his teeth.

“Do it now!”

Shen Tingxue's face was pale as a sheet, and she moved her lips. She was at a loss and wanted to cry but had no tears. After she entered this body, the original owner was gone. How could she know where the original owner was, and how could she call him over?

After a sharp pain came from her neck, Shen Tingxue's brain was spinning rapidly, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, and immediately shouted, "Wait a moment, I can let her come back, but not now!"

"Since ancient times, sacrifices have always required the right time, right place, and right offerings. Now you're not giving me anything, how can I get her back?"

Lin Zhan frowned and asked, "What do you want as a sacrifice?"

When Shen Tingxue talked about the sacrifice, she had already planned to kill Jiang Wu, and the smile on her face became weird. "In fact, the sacrifice I want is far away and right in front of me."

Jiang Wu met Shen Tingxue's vicious and ferocious eyes and shuddered. "Princess, are you trying to say that the sacrifice you want is me?"

Shen Tingxue, who was grinning with a terrifying smile, did not deny it. After smiling, the blood-stained face looked like a devil who had just crawled out of hell. "As long as you cut off her head, I will let her come to see you immediately. You haven't seen her for so long, don't you want to see her?"

Then he turned to look at Lin Zhan. His initial fear and timidity were long gone. He fearlessly stretched out his finger and poked Lin Zhan's chest, laughing crazily, "I don't believe you can really watch me die in front of you. If I die, your lover will never come back."

"But she's already gone." Jiang Wu remained calm throughout, almost to the point of being indifferent. "Do you want to continue watching her ruin Changle's body? Lin Zhan, you should face reality. Changle won't be coming back. She'll be the only one left."

"Tell me, if Changle were still alive, seeing her body being abused like this, watching others shamelessly covet her master who was like a father to her. Even her lover ignored her will, just to keep this body that no longer belonged to her. Tell me, given her personality, what would she do?"

Jiang Wu's tone of voice was gentle, like the spring breeze in March brushing across one's cheek, and each word he spoke was as clear as a falling knife.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the distance, and Shen Tingxue felt cold for no reason. The windows were clearly closed, so why did she still feel cold?

Shen Tingxue, who was getting colder and colder, suddenly noticed the sword in Lin Zhan's hand, which was piercing her heart at this moment. No wonder she felt cold.

As soon as she opened her mouth, large amounts of blood slid from the corners of her mouth, and her pupils widened, as if she couldn't believe it at all.

Why did he point the sword at himself later instead of that bitch Jiang Wu? Didn’t he want to see the real Changle?

Shen Tingxue wanted to ask, but she could only feel the severe pain spreading from her heart to her limbs.

It hurt, and even the hair on her body felt as if it had been crushed and thrown into a charcoal fire. The pain was so severe that even her vision gradually became blurred and could not be fixed.

After killing his beloved with his own hands, Lin Zhan hugged the cold corpse with tears streaming down his face, crying like a homeless whimpering little animal.

Jiang Wu did not make any noise to disturb them, but in his heart he hated these arrogant time travelers. Why did they come and mess up their lives and then just leave?

"I want to take her away." After a long while, Lin Zhan picked her up carefully as if she were a fragile item, resting her head on his chest. His voice was so hoarse that it was not a question, but a statement.

Jiang Wu, with a sour nose, did not stop him, but asked, "Where are you taking her?"

"Go home, back to our home."

It was impossible for Lin Zhan to take her out of the main gate openly, so he had to go through the small door.

After watching them leave, Jiang Wu suddenly thought of Xie Ji. It had been so long, and he didn't know how he was doing.

Xie Ji woke up seven days later, during which time he seemed to have had a very long dream.

He wanted to catch her, but every time he was always just a little bit short.

This only point has almost become his obsession.

"Wanwan, it's me!" Xie Ji, shivering with cold sweat, woke up from his dream and saw Master Liaowu's face, which was smiling so much that his skin was about to burst open.

"Amitabha, benefactor, you are finally awake. If you don't wake up, something terrible will happen." Master Liaowu put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, thanking God for his blessing.

"Master Liaowu." Xie Ji hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was indescribably hoarse.

"This is an urgent matter. Come down the mountain with me first, and we'll talk when we get to the carriage."

Soon, Xie Ji learned everything that happened in the court while he was unconscious.

Emperor Mingchen died suddenly, and He Shiyan ascended the throne.

Originally, it was normal for the Crown Prince to ascend the throne after Emperor Mingchen passed away, but there was a problem.

He Shiyan is not of Emperor Mingchen's bloodline, and Emperor Mingchen did not die suddenly. Instead, he died suddenly after realizing that there was something wrong with his bloodline and wanted to abolish He Shiyan's position as crown prince.

Xie Ji knew all this, but it also depended on the time he was trapped in the dream.

And I know that there are not one person but two people who have taken over Changle's body. In their words, they are just fan fiction writers who are so obsessed with the characters in a certain book that they will write a derivative work based on them.

In so-called derivative works, one of the characters will be used as a cover to facilitate the author's substitution and to develop an intimate relationship with them.

If they dream of one of the protagonists, they will regard the other protagonist as a hateful rival.

They only regard themselves as toys to be bullied at will. I wonder if they have ever thought that toys may also bite their owners one day.

He Shiyan asked the Imperial Astronomical Observatory to choose an auspicious day. The Imperial Astronomical Observatory quickly calculated that the best day would be five days later.

On the day of his enthronement, the sky was clear and cloudless.

The court officials below were whispering, their eyes occasionally glancing at an empty seat.

Logically speaking, given the emperor's death, how could Prime Minister Xie just show up and then disappear? Wasn't he afraid that the prince would hold a grudge against him?

Or, perhaps Prime Minister Xie had already quietly resigned from his post, or he was seriously ill and unable to even get up, but the news had not yet been made public. Otherwise, how could we explain his absence from such an important occasion?

"What do you think? Does the Prime Minister know something?" But some people also adhered to other conspiracy theories. You know, Prime Minister Xie is the prince's teacher. How could it be that the prince, whom he taught, would not come to the throne today?

"The Crown Prince was the heir chosen by the late emperor a long time ago. Could it be that the Prime Minister still wants to rebel?" Someone retorted disdainfully.

"Shh, you're saying these things in a place like this, do you want to die? If you want to die, don't drag me down with you."

He Shiyan, wearing the dragon robe that symbolizes the pinnacle of power and the twelve-colored halberd on his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the throne that was within his reach. His blood was boiling in his chest.

After today, he will be the only legitimate emperor of Dayan.

His eyes swept across an empty spot, and a sneer appeared on his thin lips.

He always thought his master was a smart man, but now it seems that he is just a fool who acts on impulse.

It seems that he has been sitting in that position for too long, so long that he has forgotten his own weight and forgotten that the whole world belongs to the king.

It just so happened that he was worried that some old ministers who relied on their seniority would not obey him, so he used him as a chicken to scare the monkeys.

At this moment, no one noticed that one of the Royal Guards quietly surrounded the imperial city, while another rushed to the location where the coronation ceremony was held.

As the Imperial Astronomical Observatory announced that the auspicious time had arrived, He Shiyan, with his blood boiling in his chest, was climbing step by step to the highest position of power amid the officials' shouts of "Long live He Shiyan", when a dissonant voice suddenly emerged from the crowd.

"I do not agree with him inheriting the throne, and I will not allow another bloodline to usurp the He family's throne!" The Third Prince, He Shili, walked out with a sullen face and an imperial edict in hand. "I have two copies of my father's will! One clearly states that he deposes the Crown Prince, and the other passes the throne to me."

After He Shili handed the imperial edict to the other ministers for review, he looked at He Shiyan with deep sorrow and disappointment, "Brother, please stop being so stubborn. I don't want to see you make one mistake after another, ultimately leading to an irreparable sin."

"If father really passed the throne to you, why didn't you take it out earlier? It couldn't be that this forged imperial edict was only made today. Third brother, what crime should you be punished for forging an imperial edict?" After He Shiyan took out the imperial edict, there was obviously a moment of confusion in his eyes, and more of it was a majestic and surging murderous intent.

The only thing he didn't expect was that his father not only guarded against him before he died, but also left a backup plan. He was truly a good father.

Just because he wasn't of his blood, did he have to be so wary of him? Could it be that the father-son relationship he'd shared over the years couldn't withstand the ridiculous bloodline?

He Shiyan raised his lips and lightly brushed his sleeves, "You said I did something wrong, but how could I not know when I did something wrong?"

Seeing that he still didn't repent at the critical moment, He Shili's eyes were filled with disappointment. "Brother, why are you still so stubborn even at this time? I know that our father didn't die from eating those pills, but from the poison you gave him!"

He Shiyan hadn't expected that he could even find out this. His calm expression was instantly replaced by a gloomy one. "You said that I poisoned our father to death. Do you have any evidence? If you don't have any, I can punish you."

"Others may not know why you want to poison His Majesty, but Your Highness should know it best." As soon as his voice came out, the crowd automatically made way for him.

When He Shiyan saw Xie Ji, who had disappeared for a long time, appear, he was surprised, but he quickly concealed it and sneered, "What are you talking about, my Lord? Why can't I understand a word you say?"

Then he changed the subject, speaking in a cold and menacing tone, "Come here! Hurry and arrest these people who are spreading rumors and slandering me!"

Xie Ji was not afraid of his cold face. He continued to calmly state the truth that frightened He Shiyan. "You are not His Majesty's bloodline at all. You wanted to poison His Majesty because you knew that His Majesty had learned the truth and wanted to depose the crown prince."

When these words were spoken, everyone in the court was shocked, and then everyone's eyes turned to He Shiyan.

He Shiyan's jaw was clenched as murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Although he didn't know where he knew it from, even if he knew it, it didn't matter. He, He Shiyan, was destined to be the king of Yan from now on!

"Thank you, Prime Minister. I respect you for being my teacher, but that is not a reason for me to tolerate your attempt to slander the royal bloodline!" No matter who it is today, no one can stop him from ascending to this supreme position.

If anyone stands in our way, they will all be killed!