Just when An Xin and his group were trying to find a way to enter the palace.

An ordinary-looking young man walked quickly from the corner of the street and whispered something in An Xin's ear.

After listening to this, An Xin frowned slightly and gently instructed the young man, "Rescue the families of those people within an hour, otherwise you will not have to stay in the capital."

An San, who came to report, paused, looked at his master's solemn expression, and knew that this was not a joke.

He replied respectfully: "As you command."

An Xin gave the order without paying attention to the puzzled expressions of others. He turned his head and glanced at everyone calmly, "Do you dare to follow me in?"

"Why not?" Li Ziyu said in a calm tone.

"That's right," Jiang Zhou said, "Why not?"

Kong Xun, the emperor's own son, had already guessed that something unfavorable to his father must have happened in the palace, and he became even more anxious.

Kong Xun was deeply moved when he saw An Xin, Li Ziyu and a group of other teachers and students around him, who were not afraid of life and death and were determined to break into the palace to save the emperor.

He swore that as long as he survived this palace turmoil, he would repay their kindness to his father and son.

No matter how Kong Xun changes, he is kind and honest in nature, and the cold-hearted and ruthless imperial skills taught by the people sent by Emperor Sheng An have not been erased.

An Xin took the lead, and Li Ziyu, Leng Xiangbai, Zhu Shijing, Jiang Zhou, An Rui, and Liu Boxing, who came back with a team to report, all took out their weapons.

Kong Xun even stood beside An Xin holding a sharp sword, ready to rush forward with her.

They all guessed that even the guards at the palace gate had been replaced. It was conceivable that the guards in the entire palace had probably been controlled by someone long ago.

If they break in now, they will be in danger of death.

The guards guarding the palace gate knew something was wrong when they saw An Xin and the others taking out their weapons.

However, seeing that they were only a team of more than a hundred people, the guards at the palace gate flashed a look of contempt and disdain in their eyes and shouted, "If you don't want to die, get out of here."

"How dare you break into the palace and ruin the eldest prince's business," the palace gate guard said, "how many heads do you have to pay for it?"

An Xin narrowed his eyes. These people were obviously people secretly raised by Si Han. No wonder they were stopped at the palace gate and not allowed to enter.

Kong Xun, Li Ziyu and the others also noticed this, and after An Xin raised his arm and waved lightly, everyone raised their weapons and rushed inside.

The guard at the palace gate smiled coldly: "You don't know whether to live or die."

Then a group of guards holding swords rushed out from the nearby palace gate and started fighting with Kong Xun and Li Ziyu.

An Xin saw more and more hostile guards slowly gathering around her hearing the noise from all directions, so she no longer held back.

Anyone who was touched by the sharp long-handled sword would die, and anyone who was swept by it would be injured. Soon a blood mist formed around her.

"Kill...Kill God." Someone exclaimed in horror.

This shout made the four or five hundred enemy soldiers opposite An Xin look at the pile of corpses next to her, their nostrils trembling in horror and their pupils shrinking.

Taking advantage of their brief panic, An Xin successfully led the people behind him to tear open a gap.

They fought all the way to the emperor's bedroom.

The ministers who were kneeling outside Emperor Sheng'an's bedroom heard the howling and screaming, and they all turned their heads to look at the garden outside the bedroom.

Just then, I saw An Xin chopping off the heads of three people with a long-handled sword. The gushing blood sprayed on the tender leaves of flowers like red snow rain.

The flowers watered with blood appear even more bizarre and enchanting.

There was a timid official who almost fainted from fright at what he saw.

"This...this is too cruel."

When Censor Shan heard this, his face darkened and he became unhappy.

"Cruel! Didn't you see that they were the first to raise their swords and try to chop Lord An?" Shan Jinzhe pursed his graying beard and said, "It's not cruel to chop her to death?!"

Chi Huanong, the head of the Hanlin Academy, who always presented himself as a gentleman, saw Shan Jinzhe's face turn red with anger, and then said: "Sir Yang, you are so soft-hearted and kind. If someone cuts you, you will definitely not fight back and run away, right?!"

"You, Censor Shan and Dean Chi, are underestimating Lord Yang," said the Minister of Rites Gongsun Hong, narrowing his eyes slightly and speaking in a neutral tone, "Not to mention that three knives injured Lord Yang, even if a few more knives were pointed at him, Lord Yang is too stubborn to do such a cruel thing as fighting back."

Lord Yang, who was questioning his life after being confronted by these three people, shrank his neck.

How should he respond to this? If he didn't fight back or run away when being beaten and chopped, then he must be a fool.

The other officials who were also frightened by An Xin's series of actions pursed their lips and swallowed the screams that were about to come out.

Because they don't want to be humiliated by these three people.

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An Xin killed those who stood in his way, causing them to retreat in fear and automatically make way for the killing god to move forward unimpeded.

The enemy soldiers who were chasing from behind were blocked by Liu Boxing, Jiang Chenxi and their men.

When passing by an official kneeling outside the palace surrounded by a group of guards, An Xin glanced at him calmly.

Then he took Kong Xun, Li Ziyu and others and walked towards the bedroom door.

Just as he was about to push the door open and walk in, he heard a weak and angry roar, "Evil creature, you want to kill your father!"

The eldest prince in his bedroom heard faint sounds of fighting outside and had a bad feeling.

He just wanted to win the battle quickly. Even if he couldn't get the edict of succession written by Emperor Sheng'an himself, he must get the imperial seal.

"Humph, I advise you to hand over the imperial seal, otherwise don't blame the emperor for being disrespectful."

Si Han approached the dragon bed step by step, wanting to reach out to strangle Emperor Sheng An's neck and threaten him to hand over the jade seal that he had sent people to search for for a long time but had not found.

Eunuch Xiang, who was being held aside, saw Si Han's hand about to touch Emperor Sheng An's neck, so he struggled to break free and rushed over to stop Si Han's behavior.

"Bang!" But just as he made a move, Si Han kicked him away, "You're looking for death."

Then, a burst of fighting sounds came from the emperor's bedroom.

The ministers kneeling outside the bedroom were frightened and anxious when they heard the noise coming from inside.

Today, they were all invited to the palace by the eldest prince Si Han. They had a premonition that it would not be a good thing, but they did not expect this situation to happen.

An Xin pushed open the door and recognized at a glance that the person who was standing in front of the dragon bed to protect Emperor Sheng An from harm, with his face covered and a pair of eyes as bright as cold stars, was Kong Yi.

Then, after seeing clearly the situation in the rather spacious emperor's bedroom, An Xin's clear eyes flashed, and he looked at the forty or fifty people jumping up and down and fighting with a confused look on his face.

“…”

Damn, they are all secret guards wearing tight black clothes and with their faces covered. How can they tell who are their own people?

When Si Han saw An Xin and his group fighting their way in with a bloody sword in their hands, his narrow and gloomy eyes narrowed fiercely.