Chapter 393 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (4)

Even though He Liming holds the power secretly granted by the emperor, Wen Xingzhi is not afraid at all.

After all, everything in the court is under his control.

The young prime minister came from a humble family but was able to enter the cabinet and be appointed as a prime minister and a marquis. He won the first place in the imperial examination at the age of twelve and rose to prominence all the way. He became the prime minister at the age of eighteen and in just three years he had the court situation firmly in his hands.

How can ordinary people compare with his means and strategies?

All the ministers were afraid.

Chi Yunjian on the left also said nothing, and didn't even bother to look at He Liming.

He was clad in black iron scale armor, the dark red lines on the armor winding like blood, and after hundreds of battles, it still exuded a chilling cold luster.

His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, his eyes were as bright as lightning, and his thin lips tightly pursed under his high nose bridge revealed his firmness and decisiveness.

Years of fighting on the battlefield have dyed his face wheat-colored, making him look even more heroic.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes full of arrogance that looked down upon the world, even the strands of hair blowing in the wind seemed to carry an unruly edge.

The Chi family has followed Emperor Taizu since he started his army. Generations of them have served as generals and are full of loyal and brave people.

During the founding battle of the country, our ancestor Chi Kaishan single-handedly charged into the enemy camp and beheaded the enemy commander, thus helping Taizu lay the foundation of his country. He was awarded the title of "Great General Guarding the Country" and was granted a red-lettered iron certificate. From then on, the Chi family became the military pillar of the dynasty.

Over the past hundred years, all the children of the Chi family have joined the army, and countless of them have died on the battlefield. The memorial tablets filling the walls and the mountains of tiger talismans all tell of the Chi family's glorious military exploits.

By the time of Chi Yunjian's generation, the Chi family's reputation was pushed to a new peak.

He had been working in the military camp since he was young, and by the age of twelve, he was well versed in military strategies.

At the age of fifteen, he followed his father to war and showed extraordinary military talent in his first battle.

Chi Yunjian saw through the enemy's ambush at a glance, led his light cavalry to attack the enemy's rear, and won a great victory.

After he became an adult, he led the army alone. In the Battle of Mobei, he defeated the enemy with a small force and led 5,000 elite soldiers across the vast Gobi Desert. He raided the rear of the Huns, burned their food and supplies, and forced the Huns to flee thousands of miles away, achieving unprecedented feats.

——Fenglangjuxu, the emperor gave up the throne and held a large army.

A sinister glint flashed across He Liming's eyes. These two people... blocked his path to the throne.

Otherwise, with the emperor's poor ability, he would have been tricked into handing over the imperial power.

So... he had to use that chess piece.

Thinking of this, He Liming suddenly revealed a meaningful smile: "Prime Minister Wen and General Chi, don't worry."

He raised his eyes, his almond-shaped eyes slightly tilted upward, and the rouge mole at the end of his eyes trembled slightly with his smile, like a dancing flame.

But this smile condensed into a layer of frost in his eyes, revealing a chilling indifference.

The copper bell on the eaves suddenly made a crisp sound, startling the crow that was originally perched on the ridge of the tree, and it flapped its wings and flew up, making a fluttering sound.

The sudden movement startled the two people standing at the bottom of the stairs. Their shoulders tensed instantly, as if they sensed some potential threat.

"A country cannot be without a ruler for a single day. Our family... naturally, is going to welcome the new ruler of our Ning Dynasty."

He Liming's voice came slowly, with a hint of meaningful sarcasm.

However, he did not consider how long he could stay on the throne.

Before he finished speaking, Chi Yunjian's Xuanjia Army sword rubbed against the bluestone, making a harsh sound. The war god guarding the border narrowed his eyes slightly, and a vigilant cold light flashed in his tiger eyes, like a beast ready to attack.

"...New monarch?" Wen Xingzhi tapped the ivory tablet in his hand lightly against his palm, and the gentle voice echoed in the empty hall.

He finally shifted his gaze from the Panlong caisson ceiling to He Liming's face, only to see that the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows looked as strange and blood-red under the candlelight.

And those eyes that always carried a hint of smile were now like poisoned daggers, stabbing straight at him, revealing undisguised hostility and murderous intent.

The three of them knew exactly what they thought about the throne.

They all knew very well that if it weren't for the mutual restraint, the throne would have changed hands several times already.

But it was common knowledge that the king had no children.

Where did He Liming get this prince from?

I’m afraid it’s not a puppet he found?

Do you want to seize the throne like this?

…He was dreaming.

Wen Xingzhi smiled comfortably, but his eyes were full of cold warnings.

"Confusing the royal bloodline is a grave crime punishable by the death of nine generations of the clan."

Facing Wen Xingzhi's threat, He Liming showed no fear, and the arc of his smile didn't even change at all.

Kill nine clans?

He no longer has any nine clans.

But this time, he did nothing wrong.

That... must be royal blood.

But... he didn't say it was the little prince.

Seeing He Liming so confident, Wen Xingzhi was obviously caught off guard.

At this moment, Chi Yunjian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly sneered, his laughter full of sarcasm and disdain.

With the sound of armor clashing, he said coldly, "Your Majesty has no children. Is Eunuch He planning to invite a child from the stage to ascend the throne?"

When everyone respectfully addressed He Liming, the leader of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, as "Lord He", only Wen Xingzhi and Chi Yunjian still called him Eunuch He.

——Remind him of his identity.

You're just a eunuch, and you dare to challenge them?

Faced with such provocation, He Liming threw his head back and laughed, which made the sinister look in his eyes even more intense.

"You two might as well wait for me to bring people over. It's not too late to talk later."

"At that time, we can use blood test or other methods to test paternity. It's up to you two."

...So sure?

Having said this, Wen Xingzhi and Chi Yunjian didn't say anything more.

At this moment, all dangers are lurking in the undercurrent.

Although they all coveted the throne, no one dared to act rashly.

The result of the conflict between the snipe and the clam will only allow others to reap the benefits.

For a moment, the hall fell into a deathly silence. Even the crying of concubines and civil and military officials seemed to be suppressed by the solemn atmosphere and dared not be heard at all.

Seeing this, He Liming waved his sleeves with satisfaction, turned around and walked away.

Walked straight towards the cold palace.

The wind wrapped in dead leaves hit the mottled palace walls, making a rustling sound.

He Liming waved his sleeves to sweep away the cobwebs hanging from the door lintel, and the unique musty smell of rotten wood mixed with the smell of rust hit his face.

The rough touch from his fingertips made him dazed, and he remembered the once glorious Yongning Marquis Mansion, and calmed himself down.

"Long live Lord He!" The Jinyiwei's orderly salute startled the crows from under the eaves.