Chapter 136: Brother Killing (Script 6)
He knew that no matter how he answered, the outcome would be the same.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated on Su Yanzhi's shoulders.
His lips began to turn purple, but he kept his back straight.
"How boring."
The Second Prince yawned lazily, "Royal brother, let's go to the warm room and have a drink. Let Third Brother reflect on his mistakes here."
The two princes left with laughter, leaving Su Yan alone in the wind and snow.
It wasn't until night fell and the palace lanterns were lit that an old eunuch came over tremblingly and said, "Your Highness, you can go back now."
Su Yanzhi stood up with difficulty, his legs were already numb.
He refused the old eunuch's kind offer of help and moved step by step back to his own bedroom - a simple courtyard in the most remote corner of the palace.
That was Su Yanzhi's first year in the cold palace.
…
"What are you thinking about?"
Xiao Ziche was very dissatisfied with Su Yanzhi's distracted look. He approached Su Yanzhi and casually lifted his chin.
This is an act of rebellion.
Su Yanzhi has now become the new emperor, but when facing Xiao Ziche, he still finds it difficult to cope.
Xiao Ziche didn't know what he was thinking about. He raised his eyebrows slightly, looked in the direction of the Second Prince's residence, and chuckled: "The fun is about to begin."
…
The capital city is destined to be turbulent this year.
"His Highness has been very active recently, secretly contacting his former subordinates in the Imperial Guards. It seems he can no longer sit still."
Su Yanzhi was playing chess with Xiao Ziche in the back garden when he received the news from Li Zhongxian. His fingers gripping the chess piece paused slightly, and he said in a cold tone, "Second brother has always thought highly of himself. Now that I've ascended the throne, how can he accept this?"
Xiao Ziche sat opposite Su Yanzhi and slowly placed a piece: "So, it's time to give him a chance."
Three days later, news suddenly came from the palace.
The new emperor is seriously ill and something unexpected may happen.
…
When the second prince received the secret report, he was conspiring with his confidants in his mansion.
"Your Highness, this opportunity cannot be missed! The Left Camp of the Imperial Guards has secretly surrendered. We only need to enter the palace at night and take control of the Yangxin Palace..."
"But……"
The second prince looked a little hesitant.
He always felt that since the incident happened suddenly, there must be something fishy going on.
Seeing his hesitation, the Second Prince's confidant couldn't help but whisper, "Your Highness, don't you want to ascend to the supreme throne? You've been planning for years, but now Su Yanzhi has taken the lead. Are you... willing to accept this?"
Naturally, I am unwilling to accept this.
The Second Prince was persuaded by his confidant's words, his eyes blazing with ambition: "Alright! Let's do it tonight!"
At midnight, the rebels broke through the palace gate and headed straight for the Yangxin Palace.
However, when the second prince kicked open the door of the Yangxin Palace, what he saw was not the dying Su Yanzhi, but the new emperor sitting on the dragon throne with a calm expression.
Xiao Ziche walked slowly out of the shadows, his lips curled slightly: "Second Prince, bringing troops to the palace late at night, are you plotting rebellion?"
The second prince's face suddenly changed, and he turned around abruptly, only to find that half of the generals who followed him had silently defected!
"you--!"
Su Yanzhi slowly stood up, his dragon robe gleaming coldly under the candlelight: "Second brother, I gave you a chance."
"Su Yanzhi!"
Looking at the brand new dragon robe on Su Yanzhi, the Second Prince was filled with jealousy. His eyes were bloodshot and he drew out the cold sword he carried with him and pointed it at Su Yanzhi: "You are just a bastard born of a lowly slave, and you are worthy of sitting on this dragon throne?!"
Xiao Ziche's eyes turned cold and he raised his hand to signal.
“Whoosh—”
A feather arrow flew through the air and pierced directly through the second prince's right shoulder!
"ah--"
The second prince staggered to his knees, but before he could raise his head, the cold sword edge was pressed against his fair neck.
Su Yanzhi had walked up to him at some point, his sword pointed steadily at him, and sneered, "Second brother, you lose."
The Second Prince knew that he was powerless to save the situation. He stared at Su Yanzhi intently, then suddenly laughed grimly, "Do you think you can secure your throne by killing me? Xiao Ziche is just using you as a puppet! Sooner or later—"
“Puff!”
The blade cut his throat cleanly.
Su Yanzhi lowered his eyes to look at the blood splattered on the dragon robe and said softly, "I know."
Xiao Ziche stepped forward and personally wiped the blood off Su Yanzhi's cheek, chuckling softly, "Your Majesty did a great job."
Outside the palace, the rising sun shone on the undried bloodstains on the palace steps, casting a glaring red.
…
On the seventh day after the new emperor ascended the throne, the eldest prince received a secret letter from the palace.
"Your Highness, His Majesty has invited you into the palace to discuss... the late emperor's funeral rites."
The eldest prince's confidant presented the letter with both hands and whispered, "The letter has His Majesty's personal seal, so it should be authentic."
The eldest prince sneered and threw the letter on the table. "You are so anxious to summon me right after ascending the throne? I'm afraid it was Xiao Ziche's idea."
"Then Your Highness..."
"Go, why not?"
The eldest prince has never taken Su Yanzhi seriously since he was a child.
Even though Su Yanzhi has ascended the throne, in the eyes of the eldest prince, he is still just a lowly child born of a lowly maid.
The eldest prince narrowed his eyes and said in a voice that was a little conceited: "I want to see what tricks they can come up with."
…
Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Su Yanzhi was wearing a plain white mourning dress, which made his face look even paler.
Xiao Ziche stood beside Su Yanzhi, his dark official robe casting a shadow over the throne.
"I am very pleased that my royal brother is willing to come."
Su Yanzhi raised his hand to signal the eunuch to serve tea. "The late emperor passed away suddenly, and I still need your help with many matters."
The eldest prince glanced at the teacup on the table without moving. "Your Majesty, please speak directly if you have anything to say."
Unexpectedly, Xiao Ziche suddenly chuckled, "Your Highness, why are you so cautious? His Majesty, mindful of our brotherly love, has specially prepared Biluochun, a new tribute from Jiangnan, for you."
"Brotherly love?"
The eldest prince looked at Su Yanzhi sarcastically and sneered, "Third brother, you are now the emperor, and you are thinking of this?"
The hall suddenly became quiet.
Su Yanzhi lowered his eyes, his fingertips gently stroking the edge of the teacup: "Royal brother, do you still remember that winter day when I was twelve years old, when you ordered someone to push me into the Taiye Lake?"
The eldest prince's expression changed slightly.
"I cried and begged for mercy, but my brother smiled and said..."
The young emperor raised his eyes, his dark pupils were bottomless: "Bastards should stay in the ice cave..."
"you--"
"Drink it."
Su Yanzhi suddenly pushed the teacup forward and said, "Just consider it as... fulfilling our brotherhood."
The eldest prince stood up suddenly, but found that the palace door had been blocked by the imperial guards.
Xiao Ziche had circled behind him without him noticing, his warm breath brushing against his ear: "Your Highness, you don't want me to do it, do you?"
Xiao Ziche's voice was like a ghost, and cold sweat slid down the eldest prince's forehead.
He stared at the cup of tea and suddenly laughed out loud: "Good! Very good!"
The eldest prince grabbed the teacup and said, "Today, I will see if you, a bastard, have the guts to kill your brother!"
The moment the tea entered his throat, he saw the corners of Su Yanzhi's lips curl up slightly.
Three quarters past midnight.
The eldest prince curled up on the bed in the palace bedroom, bleeding from all seven orifices.
"Tea... There's no poison in the tea..."
He clutched his confidant's sleeve tightly, "It's...it's incense..."
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