Fengyang Pavilion in the imperial palace is the palace where the seventh princess Song Luo lives. At this time, Fengyang Pavilion is full of noise.
"Don't stop me! I want to go out! I want to find my father and my brother!"
"Your Highness! We are ordered to protect your safety. Please stay in Fengyang Pavilion and do not go out!"
In the palace, Song Luo was breathlessly scolding the two armored guards in front of him: "By order? Whose order are you following?"
"Fifth Prince!" the two guards replied.
Song Luo was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "No, I want to go find Fifth Brother, I want to find him!"
After saying that, Song Luo suddenly ran towards the door, but was stopped by two guards in the blink of an eye.
"Your Highness, please stay in the palace. The Fifth Prince...I'm afraid I don't have time to see you now."
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge roar suddenly erupted outside, and then a pure and flawless white giant appeared in the square of the palace.
The giant was wearing a Confucian robe covered with words, holding a long sword, pointing directly at the Guardian Tower outside the palace.
The giant roared, "Xu Wen! What are you doing? Why don't you suppress it?!"
"Suppression?"
A figure floated out from the Shoutian Tower. It was the Right Prime Minister. He said with a cold expression, "Left Prime Minister, who am I going to suppress?"
This giant was none other than the saintly statue of the Left Prime Minister. He suddenly burst into laughter and exclaimed, "Hahahaha! Your Majesty! I've long said that this man is unfit for the highest position in the government. Now look at his expression!"
In the bedroom, Emperor Wen still had an expression of disbelief. He pushed aside the guards in front of him, walked out the door, looked at the figure floating in the air in the distance, and asked in a trembling voice:
"Right Prime Minister, why are you doing this? I've already given you so much, all I can give. Besides me, you're the most powerful person in the Song Dynasty. Aren't you satisfied? Are you determined to sit on my throne?!"
"Uncle Wen, you've been with me since I was a child. Why do you have to go to such lengths? Why! Do you have to seize my throne?!!!"
The Right Prime Minister looked at Emperor Wen below and sighed, "Emperor Wen, abdicate. Everything I have done is for the Great Song Dynasty and for the human race. The entire capital is under my sway. Outsiders cannot see what happens in the palace tonight, and the royal dignity will not be damaged. As for the throne... that was never what I wanted."
Emperor Wen was stunned, then laughed in anger and said, "No? If it's not you, why are you forcing me to abdicate..."
"Father, that throne... is what I want!"
Before Emperor Wen finished speaking, a voice came from afar, followed by the sound of horse hooves. A group of soldiers in silver armor rode war horses and galloped into the imperial city with great momentum.
At the front of this group of soldiers was the fifth prince. He was holding a long sword, with a red cloak hanging behind him, and he came straight to the bedroom.
"Chen, Chen'er? You...it's actually you?!" Emperor Wen pointed at the fifth prince in disbelief, because in his opinion, his cultivation was his fatal flaw.
And if someone wanted to replace him, it could only be the Right Prime Minister with the highest cultivation level. He never expected that it would be the Fifth Prince.
"Song Chen! Can't you bear it? Do you want to kill your father?!" Emperor Wen shouted hysterically.
The Fifth Prince took a deep breath as he sat on his horse, then slowly raised his head and looked at his father. "No, Father, I will not harm you, but I ask you... to abdicate voluntarily."
"Asshole! You're such a bastard! How could I have given birth to such a rebellious son like you! Abdicate? Impossible! Unless you kill me, I will never abdicate!"
The fifth prince sighed upon hearing this. He had known this would happen. He knew his father's character too well. If his father was not greedy for the throne, why would he be unwilling to pass the throne to the prince when he was lazy in governing?
Emperor Wen wanted to cultivate himself and live longer, but the fundamental reason for wanting these was that he wanted to secure the throne forever. He did not want to step down and become a mediocre Emperor Wen.
He was also afraid that after he abdicated, the next person would be better than him and would have already retreated into the cocoon he created. No one would dare to say anything while he was still on the throne. As long as he could research a holy medicine for spiritual practice and longevity, he could also become an emperor with unparalleled achievements!
The fifth prince immediately dismounted, plunged the sword in his hand into the ground, and walked forward with his bare hands.
Behind him, countless soldiers and horses charged forward with weapons in hand, surrounding the Fifth Prince and desperately trying to break through the defense of the Imperial Guards in front, in an attempt to create a path for the Fifth Prince to face Emperor Wen directly.
At this moment, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the Left Prime Minister, and the long sword in his hand, which was pointing directly at the Right Prime Minister, suddenly slashed diagonally in the direction of the Fifth Prince. As long as he could depose him by surprise, given the current situation, the Crown Prince would definitely not be able to escape the throne!
But at this moment, a loud thunder sounded in the sky, and a bolt of lightning pierced into the center of the eyebrows of the statue of the Left Prime Minister with lightning speed.
Across from him, the Right Prime Minister pointed a finger at the sage's image's brow and said in a cold voice, "Left Prime Minister, I have something I would like to verify with you."
Lightning connected from the sky to the center of Zuo Xiang's eyebrows. The intense pain and numbness all over his body made it difficult for him to move. He couldn't believe that the man in front of him was so terrifying. He had seen the ninth level before, and he had also personally communicated with the Holy Buddha of the Western Regions.
As the current number one in sacred studies, I possess the strength of a god, although not as good as the ninth level, but how could I be in a situation where I can't even strike a blow!
"This, this is impossible? Right Prime Minister, you... have surpassed the ninth level?" The Left Prime Minister struggled hard, grabbing the lightning between his eyebrows with both hands, trying to tear it apart.
In the air, the Right Prime Minister floated forward and stood in front of the giant. He was so small that he was only as big as the giant's nose.
With a light press of his fingers, the thunder suddenly intensified, and Zuo Xiang's huge body could no longer support it and he knelt on the ground on one leg.
The Right Prime Minister looked at the other person's eyes, which had finally reached his own level, and said, "The birth of the Holy Learning is to use the binding of national destiny and individual destiny to transform the destiny of the people and the country into one's own strength. The stronger the country, the more the people respect you, and the higher the strength and realm of the Holy Learning will be.
"But a country's national and civic destiny is limited, and it is impossible to allow countless saints to attain sainthood... So, how did you reach the level of the Heavenly Cultivator?"
Upon hearing this, the Left Prime Minister angrily said, "What do you mean? As the Left Prime Minister, why can't I become a saint?"
The Right Prime Minister looked into the other's angry eyes and explained, "But... I have already become a saint."
"W-what?" Zuo Xiang was stunned and asked puzzled.
Immediately afterwards, one could see in disbelief that the right prime minister's figure suddenly changed, and a huge and majestic figure rose from the ground and soared into the sky.
His figure burst into dazzling brilliance, illuminating the entire capital city in an instant. The moment he appeared, countless reading sounds, the voices of the elderly, young people, children, and women rang out one after another, echoing all around.
Zuo Xiang trembled as he looked up at the clouds in the sky. He lowered his gaze and said in a trembling voice, "Saint... Saint? But, isn't he at the ninth level of martial arts?!"
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