Therefore, in the past few days, Ye Zhengqing either went to the sacrificial altar in a wheelchair or called his subordinates to his room to discuss matters.

Today, he arrived at the sacrificial ceremony dressed in official robes, in a wheelchair.

Madam Shen couldn't help but sigh to Ye Zhen, "His ambition for officialdom is truly immense."

His head was wrapped in thick bandages, both legs were crippled, and his second child was useless; he had almost lost his life.

For most people, they would have been bedridden for months.

Ye Zhen curled her lips into a smile.

Knowing that Ye Zhengqing was obsessed with officialdom and cared about his performance this time, she was even more determined to cripple him.

Despite physical disabilities, one's will remains strong, but there will always be times when one's will is willing but one's strength is insufficient

Otherwise, given Ye Zhengqing's eagerness to perform, he might have stayed at the sacrificial altar day and night, and how would the King of Liang have had the opportunity to set off the gunpowder?

Without gunpowder, some things become difficult to do.

King Liang was also relieved that Ye Zhengqing was injured, because one of the people the emperor later sent to help Ye Zhengqing was one of his men.

This made their plans go much more smoothly.

He was confined to his quarters and not allowed to attend the sacrificial ceremony, but at this moment, he was in an exceptionally good mood, lying on a rocking chair in the courtyard, fanning himself gently.

He even couldn't help but hum a little tune.

Soon, he heard a loud bang followed by several more explosions, and his smile widened.

It's done!

Hearing that sound, all the gunpowder he had buried exploded. With the power of that gunpowder, the entire sacrificial altar would be razed to the ground.

His beloved elder brother, his beloved sister-in-law, his three adorable nephews, and countless imperial confidants would all be blown to pieces.

Those who were favored by the emperor were closer to him, and when they died, the court was left leaderless.

He could then portray the explosion as divine punishment, thereby bringing up the matter of the late emperor's murder. As the younger brother seeking revenge for the late emperor, he could then rightfully reclaim the late emperor's throne.

Even if the Crown Prince were still alive, it wouldn't matter. The commander of the Imperial Guards had already been subdued by Kang Le. A Crown Prince who had recognized a traitor as his father for many years was no longer qualified to inherit anything from the late emperor.

As for those two good-for-nothings, Prince Ning and Prince Yun, he didn't care about them at all. As for Kang Le, she was just a woman. How could a woman be an emperor? The throne was rightfully his.

He slowly rose and walked towards the altar. A major incident had occurred in the royal family, and as a prince, he naturally had to go out and take charge of the situation.

But before he reached the sacrificial altar, he heard a palace servant say, "An explosion occurred over there. The Crown Prince and Xie Tingzhou died and were injured respectively while protecting the Emperor and Empress."

The Crown Prince was slightly injured, Xie Tingzhou sacrificed his life, while the Emperor, Empress, and everyone else present were unharmed.

King Liang's expression froze. "How could this be?"