The people on the opposite side were numerous and powerful, so Ran Zizheng shrank his neck and stopped involuntarily, and Shiqin had to stop as well.

"Han Zheng, are you sure you want to stop me?" Sikong Zhan still spoke in the most normal tone, and didn't even look at Han Zheng, but it made Han Zheng shiver inexplicably.

However, the emperor issued a death order that Prince Jingnan must be held back. Although Yan Zheng had backed out in his heart, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to stop Sikong Zhan:

"Prince Jingnan, the princess made a mistake and should be punished. It's not even two hours yet, you can't take her away!"

"I'll take the person away today." Sikong Zhan waved his hand gently, "Doctor Ran, no matter who shows up today, just keep moving forward. There's no need to stop."

Upon hearing Sikong Zhan's words, Ran Zizheng seemed to have taken a reassurance pill. Without hesitation, he pushed Sikong Zhan and walked forward quickly, about to bump into Han Zheng in front of him.

"Prince Jingnan! You are disobeying my order!" Han Zheng raised his voice, drew the sword from his waist, and held it across his body, trying to get Sikong Zhan to stop.

"You can't afford the price of stopping me." Sikong Zhan leaned on the wheelchair, supported his head with one hand, squinted his eyes, and looked very relaxed, as if he came here just to stroll around.

Seeing Sikong Zhan getting closer and closer, Han Zheng's sword grip began to sweat. It was the hottest time of the summer afternoon, but he felt a chill running down his spine.

Five steps, four steps, three steps...

Sikong Zhan was getting closer and closer to Yan Zheng's sword. If he took three more steps forward, he would collide with Yan Zheng's sword!

Everyone held their breath and stared at Prince Jingnan's wheelchair without blinking.

Although Ran Zizhen was still moving forward, he was already feeling very nervous. If he hadn't known that Prince Jingnan would never do anything without confidence, he would have stopped long ago!

Looking at the sharp sword three steps away, Ran Zizhen's heart jumped to his throat, as if he could feel the murderous aura on the sword.

Taking another step closer, Ran Zizheng's heart began to pound wildly, and the foot he had just raised seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

But compared to the calmness of King Jingnan, he didn't even have the courage to back down. He had to force himself to close his eyes and not look at the sharp sword in front of him. He made up his mind and put his raised foot forward. At the same time, he began to mutter in his heart to distract himself: I am just a doctor, I can only cure diseases and save lives, other things have nothing to do with me, it doesn't matter... Amitabha, God bless...

Ran Zizheng took a step forward, and the distance between the two sides was now only one step!

If someone else were here today, Yan Zheng would definitely hold the sword to that person's neck.

However, the person in front of him is the King of Jingnan, the undefeated god of war of Donglin Kingdom, and Sikong Zhan, known as the God of Killing!

He didn't know whether the King of Jingnan in the wheelchair would stop or retreat! However, he didn't dare to gamble! When he thought of the price King of Jingnan mentioned, a price he couldn't afford, when Sikong Zhan's body was about to touch his sword, his feet made a decision before his head - he retreated!

When Yan Zheng retreated, the guards who had been trembling with fear on the side felt as if they had been pardoned. They took several steps back and made way for him.

Watching the departing figure of Prince Jingnan, Yan Zheng smiled bitterly, shook his head, and turned back to the imperial study: He had failed. Having failed to complete the emperor's order, he was afraid that he could no longer serve as the chief guard...

Yan Zheng had already left, so how could those who were watching the fun dare to stay?

In a short while, only Sikong Zhan and four others were left in the Imperial Garden.

Without colliding with Yan Zheng's sword, Ran Zizheng's little heart finally returned to his chest. He opened his eyes, took firm steps, and a sense of heroism arose spontaneously.

To his ears, the sound of the wheelchair sounded like the clarion call of victory: As expected, following the prince, there is nothing to be afraid of!

The four of them had a smooth journey and soon left the inner palace.

As soon as he stepped onto the imperial road, a man came running towards him. He was dressed in court robes, with sharp eyes and a square face full of fortitude. Just by looking at him, one could feel the awe-inspiring righteousness coming towards him.

Following the direction of his gaze, his target was clearly the King of Jingnan opposite him.

This person is none other than Qiao An, the Minister of the Dali Temple.

"Your humble servant pays his respects to King Jingnan!" Qiao An saluted Sikong Zhan in a serious manner, but the hatred in his eyes was so intense that it was frightening.

A few years ago, his son offended King Jingnan with a single word, and was killed on the spot by King Jingnan! That was his only legitimate son!

He had been loyal and courageous all his life, finally climbing to the position of Dali Temple Minister in his forties, but Prince Jingnan killed his son without blinking an eye! This feud was irreconcilable!

But King Jingnan was extremely powerful, so even if his son died, he could only bury his hatred in his heart. Over the years, he never mentioned this matter in front of outsiders, and others thought he had forgotten it.

But he didn't forget, he never forgot!

Therefore, when he heard that Princess Jingnan was punished to kneel in the palace, and as the Minister of Dali Temple, he had the power to preside over punishment, so he rushed over and just happened to stop Prince Jingnan from leaving.

"Yes." Sikong Zhan opened his eyes and glanced at Qiao An casually, "No need to be polite."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and ignored Qiao An.

Ran Zizheng was very happy at the moment. He kept King Jingnan's words in mind and pushed the wheelchair forward without slowing down at all, completely ignoring Qiao An.

Knowing that King Jingnan was an arrogant person, Qiao An did not get angry, but said seriously:

"Princess Jingnan behaved disrespectfully in front of the palace and destroyed Concubine Xian's door. According to the laws of our Donglin Kingdom, the princess must be imprisoned. The emperor is merciful and only sentenced Princess Jingnan to kneel for two hours. This is already a mercy. I hope Prince Jingnan will cooperate and allow the princess to stay and kneel for the full two hours."

Sikong Zhan opened his eyes again, signaling Ran Zizhen to stop. He curled his lips, stared at Qiao An, and said slowly, "What if I don't cooperate?"

"Prince Jingnan, please don't embarrass me. As long as the princess kneels for two hours, the matter will be over. However, if Your Highness insists on taking her away, I'm afraid this matter will not be resolved peacefully. Please consider this carefully."

Although Qiao An spoke nicely, he knew that Prince Jingnan was the most protective of his people and would never agree to leave Princess Jingnan behind to be punished.

Today, his goal is to take advantage of the fact that Prince Jingnan is seriously injured and alone in the palace, and force Prince Jingnan into a corner. He can either compromise, be slapped in the face in public, lose his dignity in the army, and fall from the altar of the undefeated god of war; or, he can use the excuse of disobeying the imperial order to make Prince Jingnan never return!

By then, he will not only avenge his great hatred, but also eliminate a great threat to the emperor. In the court of Donglin, he will be the most popular person in front of the emperor!