The old emperor was enraged by Prince Ning's words, his face turning ashen. He glared at Prince Ning and said through gritted teeth, "You unfilial son! How dare you utter such treasonous words! I think you're tired of living!"
Prince Ning was not intimidated by the old emperor's anger at all. He sneered and said, "Father, you are getting old. It's time for the world to have a new master!"
Upon hearing this, the ministers in the hall all looked up in alarm, never expecting that Prince Ning would so openly express his ambition.
The old emperor, enraged, laughed: "Fine! Fine! I'd like to see what abilities you have to seize this empire!"
Just then, a group of armed guards suddenly appeared behind Prince Ning. They quickly surrounded Prince Ning and formed a standoff with the imperial guards inside the palace.
"Prince Ning, are you plotting a rebellion?" the old emperor shouted.
Prince Ning looked at the old emperor with disdain and said, "Treason? This empire should have been mine! Today, I will make this throne change hands!"
"Treason? Heh, Father, you're joking," Prince Ning chuckled contemptuously, a cold light flashing in his narrow phoenix eyes. "In this world, the strong rule. You're getting old; it's time for someone else to sit on this dragon throne."
His tone was extremely arrogant, as if the throne was already his for the taking, and the old emperor was nothing more than a dying old dog. The ministers in the hall were silent with fear, none daring to offend Prince Ning at this moment.
"Insolence!" The old emperor's beard trembled with rage. He abruptly stood up, pointed at Prince Ning, and roared, "Guards! Seize this rebellious son!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the imperial guards filed in from outside the hall, surrounding Prince Ning. The guards behind Prince Ning also drew their weapons, and a fierce battle was about to break out.
Inside the Golden Palace, swords clashed and a chilling atmosphere filled the air. The troops brought by Prince Ning were clearly well-prepared, each member possessing exceptional skills, and they fought to a standstill with the well-trained Imperial Guards.
I watched this farce with indifference, my heart unmoved. Rebellion? Ha, this struggle for the throne is nothing but a boring game to me.
"Protect the Emperor!" the Imperial Guard commander roared, launching the first attack on Prince Ning. Prince Ning's guards were no pushovers either; swords clashed, sparks flew, and in an instant, several men fell into pools of blood.
The old emperor was so startled by this sudden turn of events that his vision blurred and he nearly fell. Fortunately, the old eunuch beside him reacted quickly and caught him, shouting in a shrill voice, "Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"
Prince Ning watched all this with a cold eye, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his lips. He slowly drew his sword, its blade gleaming with a chilling light in the candlelight.
"Father, you are old," Prince Ning's voice, like a poisoned blade, pierced straight at the old emperor, "It's time for this empire to have a new master."
"You...you unfilial son!" The old emperor trembled with rage, his finger pointing at Prince Ning shaking violently. "I...I was truly blind to have raised such an ungrateful wretch!"
"The victor is king, the loser is villain. Father, just accept your fate!" Prince Ning's eyes were icy.
Having said that, Prince Ning gave the order, and his men engaged in a fierce battle with the Imperial Guards. The Hall of Mental Cultivation was instantly filled with the glint of swords and the shouts of battle.
The old emperor was much more assertive now. Although his face was pale and his lips were trembling, he still sat upright on the dragon throne. His cloudy old eyes were full of anger as he stared at Prince Ning as if he wanted to devour him alive.
Prince Ning remained calm. Facing the old emperor's murderous gaze, he casually waved his sword, wiping away the blood splattered on his face, his lips still bearing that nauseating sneer.
"Father, stop struggling," Prince Ning's voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm. "Look at your loyal ministers and generals, how many of them are still standing by your side?"
The old emperor's face grew even uglier. He looked around and saw that the once crowded Golden Palace now only had a few old ministers left, while the imperial guards had long been routed by Prince Ning's army.
"A bunch of useless trash!" the old emperor roared, grabbing a teacup from the dragon throne and smashing it to the ground. Broken porcelain shards flew everywhere, but they couldn't hide the despair and sorrow in his voice.
However, Prince Ning had come prepared, and the Imperial Guards gradually found themselves at a disadvantage. Just at this critical moment, the Crown Prince arrived with a troop of elite soldiers.
The Crown Prince looked at Prince Ning, his eyes filled with anger and disappointment: "Prince Ning, you have committed such a heinous crime, yet you show no remorse!"
When Prince Ning saw the Crown Prince appear, he had a bad feeling, but he still stubbornly said, "Crown Prince, let's settle our dispute today!"
The Crown Prince descended like a god, followed by a massive, dark mass of elite soldiers, each exuding a murderous aura, a stark contrast to the Imperial Guards who had been exhausted from the previous battle. His black robes gleamed coldly in the flickering candlelight, making his exceptionally handsome face appear even more stern.
"Prince Ning, what are you doing?" the Crown Prince questioned sharply, his voice devoid of any brotherly affection, only filled with cold judgment.
Looking at the scene before him, Prince Ning knew the situation was hopeless, yet he still forced a cold laugh: "What for? To take over, of course!"
Having said that, he recklessly charged at the old emperor again, attempting to use the emperor to command the other lords. I watched coldly, my heart unmoved. This Prince Ning was truly stubborn, refusing to give up until he was faced with certain death.
"Insolence!" the Crown Prince roared, leaping to stand in front of the old emperor and engaging Prince Ning in combat. Both were martial artists, their moves ruthless, and the air was thick with killing intent amidst the flashing blades.
Thus, an even fiercer battle ensued. Ultimately, through the combined efforts of Lin Qian, the Crown Prince, and the Imperial Guards, Prince Ning's rebellion was successfully suppressed.
Prince Ning was captured alive, and his subordinates surrendered one after another. The old emperor, witnessing the end of this farce, was filled with mixed emotions.
"This incident was largely thanks to Lin Qian and the Crown Prince," the old emperor said. "I will certainly reward them according to their merits."
Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the stench of blood permeated the air. The flickering palace lanterns illuminated the chaotic scene. The rebel soldiers brought by Prince Ning collapsed like straw, their cries of agony filling the air. Prince Ning, bound hand and foot, his once magnificent robes torn by sharp blades, revealed several bloody streaks, leaving him in a wretched state. Kneeling before the old emperor, he struggled to raise his head, glaring fiercely at Lin Qian standing beside the emperor, his face filled with disbelief and venom.
"How could this happen... How could you..." Prince Ning gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on Lin Qian standing beside the old emperor, as if he wanted to devour her alive.
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