With the death of King Zhao, the faction of the so-called new emperor has clearly shown signs of decline, and now even the Marquis of Yongning has died.
Seeing no hope of victory, these people no longer wanted to continue fighting to the death, because they simply couldn't hold on any longer.
Ultimately, it was King Zhao's advisor who made the decisive move and ordered the crown prince to flee west.
They couldn't win, but they couldn't admit defeat either. Once the charge of patricide against King Zhao was proven, no one in the King Zhao's household would survive; they would have to flee.
The western part is King Zhao's fiefdom, which he has firmly grasped in his hands over the years.
If they flee westward, seize control of the fiefdoms belonging to King Zhao, and establish themselves as kings, they might still have a glimmer of hope.
The soldiers at the front were still fighting hard, unaware that those behind them had already begun to flee. When they finally looked back, all that remained was the corpse of King Zhao, still sitting there.
Those people were only concerned with escaping for their lives, and they didn't even care about King Zhao's body.
"Where is the Crown Prince? Where is he?"
Everyone was terrified and forgot to resist: "They escaped."
These soldiers, who had fought and bled, were abandoned.
Seeing this, the Sixth Prince ordered his men to cease their attack. There was no longer any need for fighting. He pointed to an empty spot to the side and said, "Everyone, put down your weapons and stand over there. Those who surrender will not be killed!"
Almost as soon as he said that, many people dropped their weapons and went there as if they had survived a disaster. The remaining generals were in a daze, seemingly unable to accept the fact that they had been abandoned by the master they had always followed, but in the end they still dropped their weapons.
The path to the Emperor's bedchamber was cleared, and when the Sixth Prince looked up, all he could see was the corpse of Prince Zhao.
We won!
He couldn't contain his elation: "I won!"
If he takes this place, it's the same as taking the throne; he's about to become emperor.
The Duke of Han was also filled with emotion, but he managed to remain calm: "Your Highness, do not be anxious. The more critical the moment, the more you must remain calm."
The Sixth Prince took two deep breaths: "Calm down, I can calm down."
The sixth prince tried his best to suppress his excitement and walked upstairs with a calm demeanor.
Finally reaching Prince Zhao, the Sixth Prince couldn't help but laugh out loud at his miserable state: "Brother, did you think of this day when you framed me?"
"You died with your eyes wide open, didn't you? You deserved it!"
The Duke of Han quickly reminded him, "Your Highness, you should go see His Majesty first."
Seeing the emperor's corpse before ascending the throne is the most important thing. Now that Prince Zhao is dead, he can be disposed of at will.
The sixth prince snorted coldly at Prince Zhao: "I'll deal with you after I've finished my business."
As he straightened his clothes, he was about to step into the late emperor's bedchamber when the door opened, and a person who was completely unexpected by the sixth prince walked out.
"Too...Prince?"
The Korean prince's cloudy eyes narrowed; he never expected the crown prince to appear here.
The sixth prince stood frozen in place, unable to move forward no matter what he did.
The crown prince, dressed in plain mourning clothes, stood at the gate, his face pale and visibly weak, but his aura was not intimidating at all.
"King Zhao committed patricide and rebellion. Sixth brother, you have worked hard to kill the traitor. Now we need to hold a funeral for our father. You soldiers, withdraw."
The Sixth Prince's face was grim. He had fought his way this far, and the Crown Prince wanted him to retreat with just a few words?
Where can you find something so wonderful?
"Twelfth, you are seriously injured and I'm afraid you won't be able to handle the situation ahead. Go back and continue to recuperate. Your brother will come to see you once everything is settled."
The sixth prince tried to persuade the crown prince with kind words, but the crown prince clearly wouldn't listen.
"My father has passed away suddenly. As the crown prince, I should take charge of the overall situation. Besides, my injuries have mostly healed, so there is no major problem."
The sixth prince gritted his teeth. This guy was so stubborn, did he really have to resort to violence?
Just then, Qin Zhuo led his men from both sides, the swords he carried still dripping with blood.
A soldier next to him was carrying the head of King Zhao's son. He tossed it toward King Zhao, and the father and son were now neatly joined together.
The sixth prince regretted it; he shouldn't have hesitated. He should have killed the crown prince in one fell swoop.
“Twelve, you are young and have been in poor health since childhood. You are still injured. You are not capable of holding this position.”
"Get out of the way obediently, and your brother will not mistreat you in the future."
The Duke of Han smiled with narrowed eyes, like a good-natured man, and said, "If this old minister remembers correctly, the Qin family is not close to His Highness the Twelfth Prince, and no court official is loyal to His Highness. Even few members of the royal family have high hopes for you. Your Highness cannot take the throne, nor can you sit on it securely. Why not grant it to His Highness the Sixth Prince? His Highness has always been kind-hearted and values brotherhood the most. He will certainly not let His Highness the Twelfth Prince suffer any injustice. You can rest and recuperate in the Eastern Palace."
They never mention the title 'Crown Prince' and always refer to him as 'Twelfth Prince,' which means they don't acknowledge his status as the Crown Prince.
Qin Zhuo stood beside the Crown Prince: "Stop rambling on. His Majesty has passed away. The Crown Prince is the sole heir. Kneel or die?"
The Sixth Prince glared at Qin Zhuo with hatred. He was somewhat wary of Qin Zhuo's martial prowess, but Qin Zhuo was the only one by the Crown Prince's side.
He glanced back at the Korean prince; both of them shared the same thought.
They were so close; the crown prince was weak and wouldn't live more than a few days. How could they be willing to give up a victory that was within their grasp?
The sixth prince slowly retreated, with soldiers blocking his way. Although they didn't speak, they were already in a fighting stance.
Qin Zhu sneered: "It seems the Sixth Prince is going to become a traitor too."
The sixth prince gritted his teeth: "In this world, the capable always rule. I am also the emperor's child, and I am older than the twelfth prince. The throne should never be passed to this useless crown prince."
"If you obediently move aside, I can let bygones be bygones. But if you insist on being stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless."
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