Inside the main hall of the General's mansion, a man dressed as a guard was questioning Song Fengzhi. At this time, there was no one else in the main hall except for Yin Xingchuan and the man.

The man had long, jet-black hair and grey eyes, and despite being dressed as a waiter, he couldn't hide his aristocratic air.

"Is everything you're saying true?"

"If you don't believe me, you can find someone to verify what I said."

"Hmph, this is the empire, this is your territory, and in the end, the results are all up to you." The man clearly did not believe Song Fengzhi.

Unperturbed by the lack of trust, Song Fengzhi calmly fiddled with the jade pendant in his hand and said slowly:

"Your family has a hereditary feature of having seven dots on the palm of your hand, is that right?"

The man did not answer Song Fengzhi's question, but instead looked incredulous as if he had just thought of something.

After waiting for a while, the man grew anxious when Song Fengzhi didn't continue. "Could it be... that child also has seven dots on his palm?"

Song Fengzhi's lips curled up slightly, but he ignored him and picked up the teacup on the table to slowly sip his tea.

"Say something!" The man grew even more impatient when Song Fengzhi remained silent.

"If the child who was executed back then was truly my son, then Yao Qinglong can forget about securing his throne." The man's previously anxious voice suddenly turned cold.

Back then, he was removed from the family genealogy by the family head, and from then on he became a servant who could be ordered around by anyone. He was discriminated against by those around him from a young age, ignored by his parents, and suffered all kinds of humiliation, all because he had a pair of eyes as gray as death.

In the Empire, gray represents death and is considered an ominous sign.

When he was seven years old, he was beaten by other children in his family. He didn't utter a sound or resist, and just silently endured it, simply because he was an unwanted child.

The Lai River flows continuously against the banks, its rushing waters mingling with the rhythm of people working in the fields, creating a timeless melody that has remained unchanged since ancient times.

night.

"What did you say? One of them escaped?" Song Fengzhi stood up abruptly from his throne. His anger had reached its peak. How could the emperor's spy, planted by his side, escape at this critical juncture? Moreover, the spy had overheard his plans to rebel.

"Your subordinate is incompetent," Chu Jiu said, kneeling on the ground with his head bowed.

Song Fengzhi remained silent, his fists clenching tighter and tighter.

After a long pause, Song Fengzhi finally made up his mind, his tone filled with a deep sense of frustration, "Machi."

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Gather your men and split up with General Wang's troops to surround the palace. Don't let a single fly escape."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone was stunned, but they still did as instructed.

"yes!"

"The ninth day!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Go and gather the assassins..." Song Fengzhi gritted his teeth, "Tonight, they will join this general in forcing the emperor to abdicate!"

"Yes, Your subordinate obeys."

Everyone else had left, but Song Fengzhi remained standing there, stunned. There were still some aspects of this coup that he was unsure about, but given the current situation, if he didn't act soon, he feared that his entire army would be wiped out. He wasn't afraid of dying; what he feared was implicating Yao Yuanhao!

Thinking of this, his hands inexplicably began to tremble.

Her long, light-colored eyelashes fluttered gently, casting a long shadow in the firelight. Her almost dark eyes gazed silently at the bright moon hanging high in the sky outside the door.

Even if I suffer a crushing defeat in the end, I will protect you to the end...