The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

When King Cheng said this, he almost exposed his ambition and intention. Logically, Mo Cang should be angry, but there was no anger on his face. He even smiled and said, "Uncle King Cheng is right. I have become more and more tired since I ascended the throne. I still feel more comfortable when I was a vassal king. But who is the right person to hand over the throne to?"

All the princes present looked at Mo Cang in astonishment, as if trying to determine whether what he said was true or not.

Mo Cang continued, "Being an emperor requires a lot of considerations. I am tired. I have already written the abdication edict. Whose name do you think is suitable?"

"Don't even think about alienating us!" King Chang shouted.

Mo Cang had someone throw the abdication edict on Prince Chang's desk. "Uncle, please take a look. Is this the abdication edict? You are all Mo Cang's closest relatives. Mo Cang has only recently figured it out. Rather than fighting with you, it is better to give up early and become a leisurely prince."

The princes present were indeed afraid that Mo Cang would alienate them, but Mo Cang had already written the edict of abdication, how could it be false? Besides, Mo Cang did not look too well, maybe he was really tired of being an emperor?

The most important thing is that the abdication edict is right in front of them. They only need to fill in their own names to ascend the throne smoothly, in accordance with the ancestral rites and laws, and do not have to bear the infamy of being a traitor. Who would not be tempted?

After all, Mo Cang was a person who had ascended the throne. Even if they could kill Mo Cang and then ascend the throne again, wouldn't they still be like Mo Cang, and be insulted by the people of the world for being illegitimate?

Now you can achieve your long-cherished wish without spending a single soldier, who wouldn’t be excited?

"Of course it's me. My father was the crown prince. If he hadn't passed away early, I would have been the emperor. Besides, I have 100,000 soldiers and have made great contributions to Dai Viet. I am the only one who can ascend the throne and become the emperor!"

Prince Ning raised his glass to Prince Cheng and said, "I also think what the emperor's uncle said is right. I toast to the emperor's uncle!"

King Cheng, who originally looked down on King Ning, was touched by what King Ning said, so he also raised his glass to King Ning: "You are very good."

Mo Cang was about to explode with anger, but thinking of what that person said, he held it back.

Prince Shun's face immediately darkened. What did Prince Cheng mean by this? What did he mean by saying that he was the only one who could ascend the throne? How could he be so drunk after drinking a few sips of wine?

"King Cheng is wrong. My royal grandfather was a famous general who conquered the West. If it weren't for my royal grandfather, I'm afraid that Western Yan would have swallowed up half of the territory of Dai Yue. With such great achievements, of course I should be the one to ascend the throne. Besides, Uncle Cheng is fifty-six this year, and I am just thirty-three. No matter how you look at it, I am more suitable!"

"You!" King Cheng's face turned red with anger!

Prince Ning raised his glass to Prince Shun again: "Your Majesty, what you said makes sense. I offer you a toast."

Soon, several princes started quarreling with each other. You don't let me and I don't let you. Only Prince Ning was focused on being a fence-sitter. Every time he spoke to one person, he would always arouse the anger of the other three. As they quarreled, several of them got so angry that they started fighting, regardless of anyone else.

A group of people started fighting. Everyone wanted to get the imperial edict, and no one was willing to give in.

However, just as they were concentrating on fighting for the imperial edict, a large group of people directly surrounded the people they brought. When there were fewer and fewer people around them, they suddenly came to their senses.

"Mo Cang, you actually lied to us!"

There was a knife on King Cheng's neck and he was held down tightly. He glanced at Mo Cang, wishing he could kill Mo Cang, who was drinking leisurely opposite him, with his eyes.

Mo Cang sneered: "Uncle, it is better for you to recognize the current situation. After all, you are all my prisoners now!"

"Mo Cang, you despicable villain, you will not die well!" King Shun roared.

"Slap!" Mo Cang glanced at Prince Shun with contempt, then continued to taste the wine.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The sound of slaps continued to ring out, and Prince Shun soon turned into a pig head that even his mother could not recognize.

Mo Cang chuckled and said, "Is there anyone else who wants to follow in King Shun's footsteps?"

A trace of hatred flashed in Prince Chang's eyes: "Our troops are all outside. If you kill us, they will definitely attack the capital."

Mo Cang sneered and said, "You are all in my hands, what am I afraid of? Do you think your soldiers dare to move, uncle?"

"Come here! Take them all with you to the city tower!"

"Yes!"

In less than half an hour, all five princes were pressed against the city wall of the capital.

Each prince had two knives on his neck, and the bright sunlight reflected by the blades made it impossible to open one's eyes.

Except for Prince Ning, the other princes were all in a very embarrassed state. After all, Prince Ning was the first to acknowledge Mo Cang's identity, and Mo Cang had some good feelings towards Prince Ning, so he didn't make things too difficult for him.

"Everyone below, look carefully. Your prince has been captured by His Majesty. If you are smart, lay down your weapons and surrender. His Majesty will forgive you for what happened!"

A guard shouted on the tower. The people below did not believe it at first, but when they saw their own prince with a knife on his neck, they were at a loss for a moment.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

Shouts from below rose one after another, but these princes were suppressed and unable to move.

King Cheng closed his eyes in pain and shouted, "Put down your weapons! Surrender to Your Majesty!"

They have already been defeated, so they can only know the situation better.

"Don't let go!" Prince Shun shouted, ignoring the knife on his neck, "We have no way to survive. Even if you lay down your weapons, Mo Cang will definitely kill us! In this case, why don't you just attack directly and kill Mo Cang? Whoever has the ability to proclaim himself the emperor will do. Mo Cang. Anyway, I'm going to die, so I'm not afraid of you!"

Mo Cang didn't waste any words. With a glance, Prince Shun's head rolled out, frightening the remaining four princes. When Prince Shun's men saw that Prince Shun was dead, some of them immediately abandoned their armor and fled, while the other group of Prince Shun's confidants clamored to kill Prince Han.

"Listen, everyone downstairs. After killing all of Prince Shun's men, lay down your weapons and surrender. I can spare you and your prince! Otherwise, Prince Shun will end up like this.

Seeing how quickly and efficiently Mo Cang killed people, several princes were terrified and hurriedly said to their men, "Listen to your Majesty! Kill Prince Shun's men and then surrender!"

Soon a melee broke out below. After an unknown amount of time, all of Prince Shun's men were slaughtered, and only then did Mo Cang smile.

He killed the Thuan King's men without a single soldier, and all the people brought by the vassal kings would belong to him. From then on, he was the real emperor of Dai Viet. Seeing the fate of their predecessors, the vassal kings would not dare to come and die again, and he could rest assured as the emperor of Dai Viet.

When the people below laid down their weapons, the gate of the capital city was suddenly opened. A group of people rushed out, confiscated the weapons of those people, and surrounded them.

The danger in the capital has been resolved. Mo Cang finally breathed a sigh of relief, showing a sincere smile, and patted the shoulder of the general who gave him advice: "Go back to the palace, my great general."

But at this moment, the general suddenly drew his knife and put it on Mo Cang's neck.

"What are you doing?" Mo Cang asked in panic.

The man smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm not your general, Your Highness the King of Han."