"Your Majesty is truly a prophet!"

Prince Qinghe waved his arm, and the Purple Lightning Sword pointed directly at Zhao Zixu. "I will definitely use this sword to take your life, and I will also use it to kill all your concubines and brothers!"

Zhao Zixu looked at Prince Qinghe, still harboring a lingering concern for his blood ties. "Uncle, if you lay down your weapons and surrender now, I can spare the lives of everyone else in the Qinghe Palace. I will also spare the lives of your princess and children."

You must know that murdering the emperor and usurping the throne have been heinous crimes punishable by the extermination of nine generations of the clan since ancient times.

Considering the past relationship, Zhao Zixu wanted to give his cousin, cousin and aunt from the Qinghe Palace a way out.

However, Prince Qinghe showed no appreciation and said coldly, "No need!"

In his opinion, when he ascended the throne, his princess would become the queen and the mother of the country, and his son and daughter would be the future prince and princess of the Song Dynasty.

"It seems that Uncle Wang is determined to take my position today."

Prince Qinghe's voice was strong and powerful, with an unwavering determination. "The late emperor was the legitimate son, and I am also the legitimate son. The late emperor could sit on the throne, and I can sit on it too!"

Zhao Zixu stared at Prince Qinghe, his eyes flashing with anger and grief, and shouted angrily: "So, in order to usurp this throne, you didn't hesitate to kill me and murder my two princes!"

Prince Qinghe closed his lips tightly and remained silent.

Zhao Zixu burst into laughter, and his laughter was filled with endless sadness.

His two little princes could have grown up carefree, but they became victims of Prince Qinghe's pursuit of the throne.

How innocent is his child?

"The previous emperor has passed away. According to our ancestral laws, the throne should be passed down to the younger brother after the elder brother's death. This king is not plotting rebellion, but is restoring order and rectifying the government!"

Zhao Zixu sneered.

The younger brother inherits the throne after the elder brother's death? To restore order?

Is this the reason why his uncle, the Prince of Qinghe, rebelled and forced the emperor to abdicate?

It's really ridiculous!

High-sounding and ridiculous!

He had never imagined that the uncle of Qinghe, who was famous in the court and the country, was such a shameless person and a complete hypocrite.

"Prince Qinghe, why do you have to whitewash your conspiracy to treason and force the abdication as so righteous and noble? No matter how reasonable your reasons are, they cannot cover up the fact that you are plotting treason. To plot to usurp the throne is to plot to usurp the throne. How can you talk about rectifying the chaos?"

Prince Qinghe was arrogant and unruly. "So what? That seat originally belonged to me. Your father has sat in it, and you have sat in it too. It's time for me to take over."

"Uncle, you really won't cry until you see the coffin. Do you think that the four words "brother dies, younger brother inherits" can silence the world's gossip? Have you forgotten that before brother dies, there is also a father dies, son inherits. My father has already appointed a prince, why should a humble subject like you interfere? Even if I die, the one who sits on the throne will be my brother!"

Prince Qinghe's face flushed slightly. He understood clearly what Zhao Zixu said.

Treason is treason, and this is a fact that has changed.

Even if he sat in that position, he would be ridiculed by the world as a traitor and a villain who came to power illegitimately.

Prince Qinghe spun around with the Purple Lightning Sword, made a beautiful and neat sword flower, raised the sword and pointed it at the steps.

There was a sense of majesty between his brows without anger, and his aura was majestic and awe-inspiring.

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The history books of the victors are always written the way they want.

When he sits on the highest throne in the world, he will have plenty of means and methods to silence the gossips of the people.

King Qinghe held the purple lightning sword and quickly jumped up a few steps. The cold sword blade with a cold light attacked Zhao Zixu directly.

Suddenly, a long sword pressed against the blade of the Purple Lightning Sword, blocking its attack.

The person who came was Hua Fushu.

She looked at King Qinghe's almond-shaped eyes filled with anger and hatred. If he had not planned the Huo Qing case in order to seize military power in the northern border, her uncle would not have been in exile for many years and unable to return home.

What’s even more hateful is that King Qinghe also massacred innocent soldiers of the Northern Border Army, causing countless families to be torn apart, children to lose their fathers, and wives to lose their husbands.

"Zhao You, you bastard! You want to kill His Majesty? No way!"

Hua Fushu cursed rudely. She felt that calling Prince Qinghe a dog thief was an insult to the dog.

She waved the Qingming Sword, and the friction between the blade and the Zidian Sword produced a few small sparks.

Hua Fushu gritted his teeth and swung the Qingming Sword with all his might.

Prince Qinghe hurriedly avoided Hua Fushu's attack and took a few steps back.

"The disciple of the Lord of Lanling City, his martial arts skills are quite good."

Hua Fushu curled his lips in disdain, "Your Highness is also quite skilled in martial arts, but it's a pity that he didn't use it in a righteous way. Born a general, he didn't want to fight in the battlefield and defend his country. Instead, he murdered loyal officials and plotted to usurp the throne."

Prince Qinghe was slightly annoyed.

Hua Fushu looked at Prince Qinghe and suddenly remembered that there were many elixirs in the Prince Qinghe's Mansion.

"Your Majesty, if I capture Prince Qinghe, can you give me the rare and precious medicinal herbs in the Prince Qinghe's Palace as a reward?"

Hua Fushu's words, which seemed like a joke but were not a joke, amused Zhao Zixu. "Okay, if you capture Prince Qinghe, all the elixirs in the Prince Qinghe's mansion will be yours."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Hua Fushu was very happy. She was a doctor and was very interested in panaceas. There were hundreds of kinds of medicinal herbs, and she was even more interested in some rare ones.

Hua Fushu seemed to be energized by chicken blood, her fighting spirit high, she couldn't wait to capture King Qinghe immediately. She looked at King Qinghe as if she was taking something out of her bag.

Prince Qinghe learned martial arts since he was a prince. Later, he joined the army, fought in dozens of battles, put down rebellions by vassal kings, and commanded the northern border army for more than ten years. His martial arts skills are beyond doubt.

Of course, Hua Fushu is a disciple of Lanling City Lord. Lanling City Lord is proficient in both civil and martial arts, so her kung fu is not much worse.

After fighting for thirty or forty rounds, Hua Fushu and King Qinghe were evenly matched, and neither of them was at a disadvantage.

The strength of the two can be said to be evenly matched.

Hua Fushu's figure flashed and he jumped up like a light swallow. The Qingming sword in his hand stabbed straight at King Qinghe with lightning speed.

King Qinghe reacted extremely quickly. He instantly swung the Purple Lightning Sword and struck the Qingming Sword hard. The Qingming Sword was actually bounced away.

The powerful force backfired on Hua Fushu, causing her hand to feel severe pain. Driven by instinct, she subconsciously wanted to let go.

However, at this critical moment, King Qinghe swung the Purple Lightning Sword at her again.

Hua Fushu hurriedly grasped the Qingming Sword tightly and used the sword to block the attack. At the same time, she also launched a counterattack without showing any weakness.

The bright sunlight fell on the sword, flashing a blazing white light.

As time went by, Hua Fushu began to feel overwhelmed and her attacks gradually became slower.

Prince Qinghe was keenly aware of this change and immediately seized the opportunity. He launched an offensive while Hua Fushu was off guard and headed straight for Hua Fushu.

I saw the extremely sharp sword tip approaching Hua Fushu...