Ning Sizhen stood there in disbelief, his hands and feet icy cold, his heart pounding.
How could this be...?
He and Liu'er had planned everything perfectly, how could Father Emperor be alright!
Impossible! Impossible!
This old thing must be having a final burst of energy before death; it must be because he didn't get the poison he was given on the last day!
Once the last bowl of poison is fed to him, he can only obediently wait to die!
Seeing the throne slipping away from his grasp, Ning Sizhen couldn't bear the shock and immediately turned around to pour another cup of poisoned tea, attempting to force it into the old emperor's mouth.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed somewhat out of control: "Father, you're a dying man, why struggle? Wouldn't it be better to just hand over the imperial seal and make me emperor?"
"But it's fine if you don't hand it over. After I kill you, I'll have someone turn your bedchamber upside down, and I can find it myself!"
Ning Sizhen knew he had committed treason and regicide, and he had no way out.
Today, either he dies, or the old emperor dies!
But Liu'er said that he was the luckiest person in the world, and he would never die!
Ning Sizhen went mad and tried to pry open the old emperor's mouth, but the old emperor slapped him in the stomach, causing him to stagger back two steps and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.
The old emperor was also a military general in his early years, having gone to the battlefield at a very young age, so he must have had some basic skills.
In just a few moves, Ning Sizhen's bones were broken, and he could only lie on the ground coughing violently.
The old emperor stood up, and it took him some effort to calm his wildly turbulent emotions.
That rebellious son Ning Sizhen actually dared to poison him.
The toxins were mixed in with the food, and even the most skilled imperial physicians couldn't detect anything unusual.
If Jin'er hadn't reminded him that none of the things Ning Sizhen gave him were edible, he would have been dead long ago!
His original intention was to feign illness to test Ning Sizhen, but how dare this unfilial son go to such lengths...
"Impossible! Impossible!" Ning Sizhen cried out, blood trickling from his lips, still struggling in his death throes.
He still brought many foreign officials and soldiers to guard outside the palace today, and they can still kill his cheap father!
So, Ning Sizhen gritted his teeth and moved, knocking over the teacup on the table, trying to provoke others outside to come over.
Soon, the palace doors opened, and light shone in.
Ning Sizhen seemed to see hope again. He struggled to get up and was about to order his men to kill the emperor when he realized that the people who entered were no longer his men.
Instead...
The Emperor's Golden Feather Guard!
The Golden Feather Guards are secret guards specifically responsible for protecting the emperor's safety. They are composed of the top martial arts champions of each year and those with exceptional martial arts skills, each capable of taking on a hundred enemies.
Behind them were Ning Sizhen's men, many of whom were either dead or wounded.
Upon seeing this, the crazed glint in Ning Sizhen's eyes dimmed, his face turned ashen, and he lost all hope of survival.
It's over.
His carefully laid plans have all failed...
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At the same time, Si Jin effortlessly slaughtered the ants of the Nangong family in the Fourth Prince's Mansion who were waiting for him to die.
He was dressed in a snow-white long robe, his hair simply tied up with a ribbon, and his blood-stained outer robe was still on. He found two henchmen who were still alive to carry his sedan chair.
The henchmen dared not resist, so they had no choice but to stand up despite their injuries, stumble to the sedan chair, and lift Si Jin up.
However, because Si Jin exerted his pressure, the sedan chair became heavier and heavier as it moved. By the time it reached the palace gate, several of the henchmen had already died from excessive blood loss due to the pressure causing their wounds to tear open.
The little child in the sea of consciousness covered his eyes, not daring to look at the gentle smile on the adult's lips.
That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying!
Although Ning Sizhen and the Fourth Prince's Mansion's troubles have been resolved, the situation in the Council Hall is far from optimistic.
In order to help Nangong Liuer and Ning Sizhen, Nangong Mi mobilized almost all of his power and began to forcefully seize power in the court.
Even after learning of Ning Sizhen's arrest, they still refused to give up.
In Nangong Mi's heart, the throne was not just for Ning Sizhen; if he obtained it, it was his.
He could simply install a puppet emperor and use him to command the other lords.
We don't have to be limited by that idiot Ning Sizhen.
Driven by self-interest, timid and opportunistic, or already in cahoots with Nangong Mi, half of the court officials now sided with him, hastily submitting a memorial requesting the emperor to abdicate.
The old emperor was so angry that his face turned pale and the veins on his hands bulged.
Just as they were at a loss, Si Jin, covered in blood, strode into the hall.
"Father." He also took out a memorial, stepped over all the treasonous ministers, raised the memorial and said loudly, "Your subject wants to accuse the traitor Nangong Mi of colluding with his accomplices to rebel and force the emperor to abdicate!"
To...to accuse Nangong Mi of forcing the emperor to abdicate?
These words caused everyone present to tremble.
Wasn't it said that Ning Sijin was on the verge of death and had already died in the Prince's mansion? Why would she suddenly appear here?
Moreover, all the memorials being submitted now are forcing the emperor to abdicate, making it seem as if Nangong Mi's coercion of the emperor is a matter of course.
But Ning Sijin immediately accused Nangong Mi of being a traitor.
Currently, half of the court's power is subordinate to Nangong Mi, including many generals who command large armies.
Even the emperor dared not easily refute her, so wasn't Ning Sijin's statement tantamount to courting death?
General Zheng Ping, a top henchman of Nangong Mi, immediately stepped forward upon hearing Si Jin's resistance, drew his sword and pointed it directly at Si Jin's neck, coldly questioning, "Fourth Prince, who did you just say you were going to sue? Dare to say it again!"
"Traitor to the Nation! Nangong Mi!"
Si Jin repeated herself word by word, her eyes filled with murderous intent as she stared at Zheng Ping.
"What, did I say something wrong?"
Zheng Ping was furious that he actually dared to repeat himself, and said angrily, "Ning Sijin, you're making false accusations!"
As he spoke, he raised his sword to pierce Si Jin's neck.
*Pfft*
Blood splattered, staining the magnificent council hall.
Zheng Ping stared at the long sword piercing through his body, his pupils dilating in disbelief.
His sword was clearly meant to kill Ning Sijin, so why did it pierce through his own body...?
Si Jin withdrew his divine power, glanced at the blood-soaked ground, and chuckled.
"General Zheng, this is what you call slander."
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