After I got into the drama, I led the plot astray

Zhao Zhenyuan rode Xiao Huihui back to the imperial city in the blink of an eye. Originally, when Xiao Huihui saw me leaving, he wanted to follow me, but Zhao Zhenyuan didn't have a suitable mount, and he didn't know where his horse was taken by the King of Beixiang, so he naturally couldn't let Xiao Huihui leave.

At first, Xiao Huihui was aggrieved and refused to move his legs and run. Zhao Zhenyuan said coldly: "Your master was harmed like this by Gui, don't you want revenge?"

When Xiao Huihui heard this, his health instantly revived, he withdrew his feet and ran away. He felt that what Zhao Zhenyuan said made sense, and this man was the only one who could help his master to avenge him, so he had to serve him well and let him avenge his master.

When Zhao Zhenyuan arrived at the palace, he did not enter through the front door, but found a side door. After killing the gatekeeper, he led Xiao Huihui in and closed the door.

Zhao Zhenyuan was imprisoned in the dungeon by the King of Beixiang for so long that he knew many of the King's secrets, including where he hid his treasure.

Zhao Zhenyuan walked towards the Daming Palace in a carefree manner. The silver spear in his hand was a bit dazzling, which could easily attract other people's attention. But now the palace was in chaos, all the masters had left, and the servants were like headless ropes. Those who could help went to help, and those who didn't want to help all hid, for fear of having their throats cut.

Zhao Zhenyuan broke into the hall as if he was in an empty space.

The bloodstains in the Daming Hall had not been cleaned up yet, and the strong smell of blood was nauseating, but Zhao Zhenyuan had crawled out from a pile of dead bodies, so this little blood could not scare him at all.

Zhao Zhenyuan walked straight to the imperial study. There was a painting behind the emperor's throne in the imperial study. There was a switch behind the painting. All the treasures of the King of Beixiang were hidden in this dark room.

Zhao Zhenyuan turned on the switch easily, but he didn't expect that the dark room was about 50 to 60 square meters in size, filled with gold and silver treasures, antique paintings, and all kinds of high-quality weapons.

Zhao Zhenyuan rummaged around and found the jade seal, then grabbed a handful of silver bills, folded them and put them against his chest. Yiping liked money, so he had to bring some back to her. After searching around again, he saw some top-quality ink sticks, which Jinping should like, so he took the whole box away. He rummaged through the pile of weapons and found a dagger with a handle inlaid with gems. He didn't know if it was sharp or useful, but it looked very valuable, and Ah Man should like it.

As for Zhao Fangping, he had long forgotten about him and had gone to Java, completely unable to recall the existence of such a person.

Zhao Zhenyuan picked and chose, and after finding what he wanted, he left the dark room.

After leaving the dark room, Zhao Zhenyuan immediately sat down at his desk and wrote an imperial edict. After finishing writing, he stamped it with the imperial seal he had just received. Well, the handwriting was not bad. Zhao Zhenyuan was very satisfied with this fake imperial edict.

After all this was done, the sound of gongs clanging could be heard from outside, accompanied by loud shouts: "His Majesty has passed away, everyone is bowing and sending off the soul."

Zhao Zhenyuan placed the imperial edict and the imperial seal on the table, then covered his face with a black scarf and jumped lightly onto the roof beam.

Zhao Zhenyuan now has profound internal strength. He has hidden his aura and no one can detect his presence.

Soon, Gu Cheng brought a large group of people to the imperial study. When Gu Cheng saw the imperial seal and will on the desk, he felt relieved.

He said to his men: "Go and ring the funeral bell and order all the ministers to come and keep vigil."

The men took the order and left.

He also ordered people to set up the mourning hall and change the burial clothes for Bei Xiangguo and the prince. After everything was explained clearly, he took the imperial edict and the jade seal and went to the Golden Dragon Hall with a dozen of his men.

The Golden Dragon Hall was where the Northern Xiang Kingdom held court and discussed matters. Gu Cheng sat quietly on the Golden Dragon throne, holding the fake will and the imperial seal in his hands, waiting for the arrival of the ministers. There would be a tough battle to fight, but with Zhao Zhenyuan helping him in secret, he was not panicked at all.

Beixiang's military defense was poor, but there were tens of thousands of soldiers guarding the borders, and they were commanded by the imperial seal in his hand. With the imperial seal, he had military power, so Gu Cheng was not worried that those ministers would rebel against him. Just as Zhao Zhenyuan said, those who disobeyed would be beaten into submission, and those who did not obey would be killed. For such a large Beixiang country, it was still possible to find a few talents who could govern the country.

When the funeral bell rang, the ministers and princes living outside the palace quickly gathered in the palace.

The mourning hall had been decorated, and the King of Beixiang and the Crown Prince had changed into decent attire. Everything was arranged properly. The only thing that was inappropriate was that the ministers saw Gu Cheng sitting on the golden dragon throne with the jade seal in his hand.

The King of Beixiang has four adult princes, namely the second prince, the fourth prince, the fifth prince and the sixth prince.

When the crown prince was alive, they didn't dare to think about it. Now that their father is dead, and even the crown prince is dead, they didn't bother to find out how their father and the crown prince died, but instead they were anxiously thinking about how to seize the throne.

Each prince has his own ministers who support him, and their power is equal. If they really fight, it is hard to tell who will win or lose.

Just as they were desperately trying to win over the ministers and arguing fiercely, Gu Cheng slowly said, "Before his death, His Majesty left a will, passing the throne to me. You don't need to fight anymore."

Gu Cheng's words were like a bolt from the blue, almost making everyone fall off their feet.

The first to jump up and down was the second prince. He pointed at Gu Cheng's nose and cursed: "Who do you think you are? Your ancestors for three generations were all fishermen. You are just the son of a lowly fisherman. Do you still want to be an emperor? Dream on."

The fourth prince also cursed: "In terms of qualifications and strength, you are not even a hair's length away from us. We have noble royal blood. When will the throne be yours, the son of a lowly fisherman?"

For a moment, the angry curses in the Golden Dragon Hall were like drums and thunder, making people's ears buzz.

Gu Cheng was not anxious or impatient at all. He waited until everyone had finished arguing, then raised the imperial seal and the fake will in his hand and said, "You say I am not qualified, but with these two things left to me by the late emperor, I can command all the troops in Beixiang. Anyone who dares not obey orders will be treated as a traitor and executed immediately."

As soon as Gu Cheng finished speaking, someone in the hall exclaimed, "It's the imperial seal."

"Besides the imperial seal, is the other one the late emperor's will? Did the late emperor really, really pass the throne to him?"

"What a bullshit imperial seal, it must be fake!" The second prince was so angry that he jumped up and down, shouting, "Come here, come here quickly, arrest this traitor who intends to rebel."

As soon as the second prince finished speaking, a team of guards armed with spears rushed in from outside the hall and surrounded Gu Cheng.

The sudden deaths of the King of Beixiang and the Crown Prince made everyone active, and before entering the palace, they brought with them the most elite guards, with the aim of grabbing the throne.