Chapter 311 Deposed Emperor?
Beiling and Nanqi had been enemies for many years, and neither could do anything to the other. The entire Central Region was divided into two, and most of the small countries on the border were incorporated into the two countries, which was considered to be a stable period for several years.
The emperor's face flushed, and his breathing became much faster.
In front of him, Zhao Jun told the Regent how he wanted to plot against him, which was equivalent to stripping him naked and showing him to everyone.
His face turned blue and red, and he could hardly stand. His body was shaking with anger.
But Zhao Jun was still unwilling to give in. He did not give him time to digest the information and continued to speak.
"The emperor has forged several secret letters to serve as evidence of your collusion with the enemy. He also wants to use the spies in the army to make the prince lose a battle next time and reduce your prestige in the army. As long as your reputation of being invincible is shattered, the people's faith in you will inevitably be destroyed. By then, you will be discredited among the people and no one will support you anymore."
"The late emperor also said that it is true that you have won so many battles for so many years, but to destroy you, only one defeat is enough."
Zhao Jun's words echoed in the hall.
Ling Changyue lowered his head more and more. Wearing the dragon robe, he should have been majestic, but now he looked a bit like a jumping clown.
Not to mention Ling Fengxun, even An Yunxi was about to explode after hearing these words.
With her beautiful eyes narrowed, An Yunxi's eyebrows were full of anger. She couldn't even maintain her current cold expression. She looked at Ling Changyue with disgust.
"Is this the emperor's good idea? Putting aside other things, do you know how many people will die in a failed battle?"
Ling Changyue's body trembled slightly, and his cheeks were throbbing nervously.
Facing An Yunxi's questioning, he didn't even dare to raise his head, knowing that his thoughts were not worthy of being shown on the stage.
"You are the emperor of Beiling Kingdom. Instead of thinking about the country and the people, you are only planning to seize power? You even don't care about the lives of the soldiers in the army!"
Every word of An Yunxi's words was like a needle, piercing Ling Changyue, but he was powerless to refute.
After a silence, Ling Changyue slowly moved his lips and said: "My father taught me that those who achieve great things do not care about trivial matters. I do this for the stability of the country. I want to ask which dynasty has established a regent when the emperor is in power?"
His eyes were red, but he didn't pretend.
He showed his cards!
He is the emperor, why should he listen to a prince?
He holds a vast kingdom, but has become a puppet. Now that he has been discovered, he has nothing to say.
"The king has won and the bandits have been defeated. Now that the emperor's uncle already knows about this, what are you going to do with your nephew?"
Ling Changyue raised his head and looked directly at where Ling Fengxun was.
He knew that what he did was wrong, but everything was very covert, and it would not be easily discovered that he did it.
If the plan succeeds, it will be very helpful for him to seize power. Toppling the regent is what he must do as an emperor.
However, the way Ling Fengxun and An Yunxi looked at him, although angry and furious, was as if they were watching a child playing.
An Yunxi even sneered: "You are using any means to achieve your goal. You should go to the Grand Tutor and read more books. Don't show off your little talent if you have nothing to do."
Ling Changyue froze for a moment, and his expression was a little stiff.
General Zhao Jun had said everything he wanted to say.
He was still kneeling there, and then he kowtowed three times in the direction of Ling Fengxun.
"Your Highness, I have been blinded by beauty and have done many wrong things in these years. I regret it now and feel ashamed of you. Even if you don't punish me, I have no face to live in this world. If there is an afterlife, I am willing to work like a cow and a horse for you to repay your great kindness."
As soon as the words fell, the people around him only heard a muffled puff.
Then Zhao Jun's body trembled violently, and then he fell to the ground.
Several generals at the side looked over suddenly, and saw that he had actually stabbed the pen he had just written with into his neck.
Blood kept flowing out from the wound, and the others ran to his side in panic, watching the scene with red eyes.
After a while, Zhao Jun's body stopped twitching and stopped moving completely.
He Zhongguo trembled his fingers, tested Zhao Jun's breath, and then turned around and saluted Ling Fengxun.
"Your Majesty, General Zhao is dead."
Ling Fengxun had a blank expression on his face.
"Well, you guys take his body out and bury it."
"I and others obey your command!"
The rest of the people felt very uncomfortable.
After all, they have been brothers for so many years. Even if they know that the other party deserves to die, they still feel upset.
The only thing they can do is to buy him a coffin and choose a Feng Shui treasure land, which can be regarded as some compensation for his years on the battlefield.
Ling Fengxun said: "Zhao Jun is alone, without children, relatives or friends. Since he has committed suicide, considering that he has made many military achievements in these years, this king can not punish him."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The person is already dead, and the charges are insignificant.
And to put it bluntly, the real culprit is still the late emperor.
This situation was set up by the late emperor before his death.
Several generals took the initiative to clean up the aftermath, cleared the blood on the ground, and carried Zhao Jun's body out.
Seeing this outcome, An Yunxi shook his head with a little helplessness in his heart. It was his own fault, and Zhao Jun had found a relatively decent way to die.
Everyone left, leaving only the little emperor in the lobby.
Facing Ling Fengxun and An Yunxi, Ling Changyue's heart was beating like thunder, and his mouth was dry.
The tension surged up, and when he saw Ling Fengxun raise his head, he almost subconsciously stepped back.
"Uncle Xuan, I am the emperor now!"
Ling Fengxuan's eyes became even colder when he heard this. There was no emotion in his voice, like a deep pool or an ancient well.
"Then does the emperor still remember how he sat on the throne?"
Ling Changyue's eyes trembled, with obvious fear on his face.
"I remember, but this time is different. I have only heard of the deposed prince, not the deposed emperor!"
Ling Fengyan suddenly chuckled.
But that smile was very cold, which made Ling Changyue feel cold.
He said, "I haven't heard of it, but it doesn't mean it won't happen."
As soon as these words came out, Ling Changyue's heart shrank violently.
It was as if a big hand was pinching his heart between its fingers, making him feel a little breathless and out of breath at this moment.
Ling Changyue kept retreating, and turned to look at An Yunxi again. However, An Yunxi just stood quietly behind Ling Fengxun, with a sarcastic look in her eyes, as if she wanted to see how miserable his ending would be.