"Lord Zhang, do you know your crime?" Qi Guze asked coldly.

Lord Zhang glared at Qi Guze, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"What crime have I committed? I was only thinking of the country and the people!"

Qi Guze slammed his fist on the table in anger, “How dare you! You poisoned the Emperor, plotted treason, and you still dare to deny it!”

Lord Zhang still refused to confess, saying, "I did not poison him. It was his bad luck that the Emperor was poisoned! I only wanted to recommend a more capable monarch!"

Qi Guze sneered, "Do you think your scheme will succeed? Now that we have both witnesses and evidence, you can forget about escaping punishment!"

Lord Zhang's expression changed, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly pulled a dagger from his sleeve and rushed towards Qi Guze.

The guards immediately stepped forward and subdued him.

Qi Guze stood there, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Throw Lord Zhang into the imperial prison and execute him tomorrow!"

He shouted, his voice filled with determination.

Qi Guze turned and left the main hall.

Then they saw the Ghost Doctor waiting outside.

"I have prepared an antidote. The emperor's condition will improve after taking it, but he can no longer be completely cured, which will greatly affect his lifespan."

“Okay, he’s lived this long enough.” Qi Guze didn’t think it was a big deal.

"I want you to remember one thing," the Ghost Doctor said earnestly, watching Qi Guze's retreating figure.

"What is it?" Qi Guze asked the Ghost Doctor.

"Don't easily trust anyone, including your closest relatives." The Ghost Doctor's eyes held a hint of warning.

Qi Guze paused for a moment, then laughed: "I know, thank you for reminding me."

He knew that in this palace full of intrigue and scheming, anyone could be an enemy.

But he also understood that in order to protect the Great Zhou Kingdom and its people, he needed his own strength and wisdom.

Qi Guze returned to his residence, his heart filled with determination and courage.

He knew that the road ahead was long and full of unknowns and challenges, but he was prepared to face everything.

Inside the mansion, all was quiet and peaceful.

Qi Guze walked alone down the long corridor, his footsteps echoing in the empty space.

His gaze fell on a landscape painting at the end of the corridor, the landscape in which seemed to convey a sense of tranquility and peace.

However, he knew that all of this was temporary, and the outside world was full of variables and challenges, so he needed to be prepared to deal with everything.

He went into the study, lit a candle, and opened the map on the table.

On the map, a winding road stretches into the distance; that is the road he will take next.

He knew that this path was full of unknowns and dangers, but he also knew that only by facing them bravely could he move towards a brighter future.

Qi Guze's gaze wandered across the map, his thoughts soaring with it.

He thought about everything he had experienced in the past, about the people who had helped him, and about the people who had brought him difficulties and challenges.

He knew that these experiences were valuable assets in his life and the driving force for his growth and progress.

As night deepened, Qi Guze was still in his study planning his next move.

His heart was filled with determination and confidence. He knew that as long as he kept working hard and persevering, the road ahead would become wider and wider.

As time went by, the sky gradually turned a pale white.

Qi Guze stood by the window in his study, looking at the distant horizon.

He knew that a new day had begun, and he was about to embark on a new journey.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and silently said to himself, "I am ready to face any challenge."

On a dark and windy night, Qi Guze's mansion was faintly visible in the darkness.

Suddenly, several dark figures leaped out from the shadows, heading straight for Qi Guze.

These assassins, armed with sharp blades and with cold glints in their eyes, were clearly highly trained experts.

Qi Guze smiled slightly, and with a swift movement, he dodged the assassin's attack.

The longsword in his hand drew an elegant arc, clashing with the assassin's blade and producing a crisp metallic clang.

Sparks flew and sword energy crisscrossed, instantly creating a tense atmosphere within the mansion.

"Who sent you?" Qi Guze asked in a deep voice while fighting with the assassins.

"Hahaha!" one of the assassins roared with laughter. "You are not worthy to know our origins!"

Qi Guze's eyes sharpened, and he stopped asking questions, focusing all his attention on dealing with the assassin's attack.

His heart raced, his blood boiled, and every nerve in his body tensed up.

He gripped the longsword tightly, feeling its coldness and intricate patterns, as an invisible force flowed from the blade into his hand.

Qi Guze slightly turned his body, dodging a fierce attack from the assassin.

It was a powerful punch, whistling through the air with a sharp sound, but it missed Qi Guze as he dodged.

He felt a gust of wind sweep past him, causing his clothes to flutter.

The assassins were agile and nimble, like ghosts in the night, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, making them impossible to guard against.

Qi Guze's swordsmanship is agile and unpredictable, sometimes as fierce as a storm, and sometimes as delicate as a needle hidden in cotton.

Each swing of the sword carried a fierce momentum, as if it would cut down any obstacle in its path.

Suddenly, an assassin attacked from behind, the dagger in his hand flashing with a blinding cold light.

Qi Guze suddenly turned around and swung his sword to meet the attack.

The two instruments collided, producing a crisp metallic clanging sound.

The assassin was incredibly strong, but Qi Guze's longsword steadily blocked the attack.

Other assassins were not to be outdone, and they attacked from all directions.

Their attacks were as dense as a torrential downpour, leaving the onlookers breathless.

But Qi Guze was like a nimble fish, swimming freely in the water.

His longsword moved faster and faster, each swing forcing an assassin back.

A fierce battle raged in the darkness of the night. Every attack and every defense was filled with suspense and excitement.

Qi Guze was filled with determination and resolve; he knew he had to win.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment. Qi Guze could clearly hear his own heartbeat and feel the power of each breath.

His eyes were fixed on the figures of the assassins, every subtle movement and expression clearly visible.

His swordsmanship became increasingly proficient, each swing as natural as flowing water. His body seemed to merge with the sword, each attack brimming with power and agility.

Although the assassins were agile, they seemed somewhat flustered under Qi Guze's attacks.

Finally, after a fierce attack, Qi Guze found a weakness.

He instantly rushed forward, his longsword transforming into a streak of cold light, aiming straight for the throat of an assassin.

The assassin's eyes widened in terror, but it was too late.