Chapter 301: Clouds of Doubt
In the old calendar, the Imperial Guards were responsible for protecting the area from outside the palace to the capital, while the Juntian Guards were responsible for protecting the area inside the palace.
Qin Yunchen led five hundred assassins and hundreds of officials to rush straight to the emperor's bedroom. The brutality of the fighting was appalling.
No one expected that the deposed prince had such a terrifyingly powerful team in his hands that could compete with the Juntian Guards.
When Qin Yunchen rushed to the bedroom, there were less than a hundred death warriors around him.
Just when everyone thought that the dust was settling, the late emperor showed up.
He is protected by the palace guards and the national teacher - the current leader of the Tianyan Sect.
Regardless of the number of Death Guards or the masters of the Divine Martial Realm, Qin Yunchen was at a disadvantage.
But he did not surrender and launched a fearless charge.
In that battle, the deposed prince's five hundred warriors were killed or wounded, and most of the palace guards were also killed.
Qin Yunchen was the only one left who still refused to give up. He burned down the previous emperor's bedroom and was buried in it.
A tragic battle for the throne came to an end, and all the officials who survived were shocked.
Seeing His Majesty standing in front of them soberly, they thought it was just a play directed and acted by him, but the price was too tragic!
All the princes died, leaving only two princesses.
Looking at the flames all over the bedroom, His Majesty issued an imperial decree, urgently summoning Princess Qin Minghuang into the palace.
Qin Minghuang did not participate in the party struggle throughout the whole process, and surrounded his own mansion with people.
When she was summoned into the imperial study, the first thing she saw was His Majesty's face, as pale as paper, as if he had been dead for several days.
Only then did she realize that her father was not seriously ill, but had been poisoned by a strange poison. Needless to say, she knew who was responsible.
Qin Minghuang was not too surprised to learn the truth.
If she were in the prince's shoes and was treated like that, she would definitely want to kill her father.
Anyway, according to His Majesty, the poison in his body has penetrated deep into his bones and cannot be cured by any elixir.
Finally, thanks to the Tianyan Sect's leader's forced extension of his life, he regained consciousness for a moment.
At this time, His Majesty was already on his deathbed and could only force himself to leave behind a will.
He passed the throne to Qin Minghuang and appointed Pei Xuanyun as prime minister.
This was the only choice made out of sheer desperation, because the northern and southern borders were being invaded at the same time. If the throne was handed over directly to the second grandson, the country would be in danger of collapse.
Therefore, the late emperor had no choice but to risk great disapproval and pass the throne to Qin Minghuang, and then pass it on to his grandson after stabilizing the political situation and the border war.
But before this last sentence could be written on paper, the hope of survival was already extinguished.
This is the story of the Suzaku Gate Incident and the empress's succession to the throne.
Qin Minghuang fell into deep thought.
She was not in the palace at the time and did not witness the scene of the former crown prince falling into the sea of fire. When the body was buried, all she got was a charred skeleton.
Now that I think about it, there might be something fishy going on.
Burning the bedroom could be seen as a final act of resistance before death, or it could be a means of concealing one's tracks that had been prepared long ago!
What if An Shichen was originally the former crown prince's man, and was secretly looking for a replacement for him under the guise of hooking up with the Hu merchants?
The person in the mansion that night might be the substitute of the late prince?
Qin Yunchen was able to remain dormant for many years under the suppression of the late emperor and the two princes, and secretly trained eight hundred death warriors.
Lei Ting's attack almost killed all the royal heirs. If Qin Minghuang had not come to the aid of his sister, he might have died long ago.
He led a group of assassins to attack the palace. If the leader of Tianyan Sect had not used a secret method to forcibly awaken the late emperor, he might be the emperor today.
Could someone who can do this have a backup plan?
Qin Minghuang shuddered, but once this idea came to mind, it lingered in his mind and he couldn't get rid of it.
Qin Yunchen...is he still alive?
Could he be the one who stole iron ore and secretly cast iron tools?
Who will he choose to cooperate with, the four major families?
After lying dormant for fourteen years, what kind of power is hidden?
Is that power enough to bring destruction to Dagan?
Problems came one after another. At this critical moment, Qin Minghuang had the illusion of being on the verge of collapse for the first time since he became emperor.
call……
Slowly exhaling, she suppressed her thoughts temporarily.
"What do you think?"
Ling Duo's breathing stagnated, knowing that this matter could not be glossed over.
He knew too much and there was no room for maneuver.
"Your Majesty, I think this is too much of a coincidence."
Qin Minghuang frowned and said, "Go on."
"Your Majesty decided to take action against Chengyuan. He was flipping through the case files and saw the portrait of the fourth in command, Tongtianma, and felt that he looked familiar.
He ordered his subordinates to investigate and found out that he was An Shichen's son.
And from An Che's memory, I just happened to extract such a picture, which led to my suspicion..."
"You mean, everything is too coincidental?"
"Yes! If...if he is really still alive, he has been hiding for fourteen years without revealing a single clue.
Such a top-secret matter was finally solved by connecting a few coincidental clues.
I've handled quite a few cases, and there are only a handful of cases where I've been able to do this."
Coincidentally, these two words hit Qin Minghuang's heart, making him think of a type of person: sorcerer!
When she first ascended the throne, she abolished the Tianyan Sect's status as a state religion and completely drove the sorcerers out of Fengjing's power circle.
Chu Xinglan was the only one who was kept on the condition of assisting in cultivation and was appointed as the commander of Ziweitai to control other sorcerers.
After thirteen years of peace and stability, the word "warlock" was almost unheard of, but this year it has appeared frequently.
Qin Zhaoqiong and Qin Zhaoyue were assassinated by a sorcerer while on their way to provide disaster relief. The leader of the Tianyan Sect visited the capital for the first time in thirteen years...
Qin Minghuang only felt that there was a thick fog in front of his eyes and he could not see the truth of the matter clearly.
It is not easy to investigate nowadays. All the officials back then were either killed by the former crown prince or purged afterwards. Even the leader of the Tianyan Sect of that generation has passed away.
After a long silence, Qin Minghuang finally spoke:
"This matter is your sole responsibility. You are not to mobilize anyone under your command. This is top secret."
"yes!"
Surveillance is a physically demanding job.
According to Canglan's report, there was chaos outside and hundreds of people were arrested.
At this time, it was even more impossible for Qin Zhaoyue to return home. Without the Divine Martial Realm by his side, he always felt uneasy.
The desire to earn merit points is becoming more and more urgent, and the blacksmith must be strong himself.
Although it is impossible to reach the second level in one step, the third level is definitely enough when others are not prepared.
It's not for fighting, it's just for peace of mind and to make do with what is available.
The conditions in Jingzhao Prefecture are average, and I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait there.
Yinzhe was considerate enough to move a half-new chair for her so that she could at least sit on it.
Qin Zhaoyue is not that precious, so it’s okay for him to endure a little hardship for the sake of his work.
But he couldn't stand the boredom, so he stayed there for more than an hour and couldn't say a word.
"Hey, who's there? Since you're free, why don't you tell me the story of your lover?"
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