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Soon, Li Chenghui, Wang Chengsi and other court officials were escorted by secret guards and staggered into the hall.

They all looked pale and their clothes were disheveled. Where was their usual dignity?

When they saw Prince Chen, Li Chenghui and others showed some hope on their faces. They were about to ask for help, but they were held down by the secret guards and could not move.

Shu Changyu's eyes slowly swept over them, as if he was counting goods, and his voice was calm and calm: "Everyone is here."

"Bring him up."

At this time, An San came in supporting a white-haired old man. The old man had a hunched body, his face was covered with wrinkles like ravines, but his eyes were cloudy and sharp. It was Qin Hai who had been missing for many years.

"Qin Hai." Shu Changyu called out. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

"Do you remember the letter my father wrote to you that mentioned that someone in the court was collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country?"

There was an uproar in the hall.

"Twenty-nine years ago, General Zhou discovered that someone in the court was collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, and was secretly passing information to the Hu people. However, before he could collect evidence, he was framed by the late emperor and died unjustly."

Qin Hai trembled as he presented a yellowed account book: "This is the evidence I have secretly collected over the years. The one who colluded with the Hu people back then was none other than Li Chenghui!"

Shu Changyu took the account book and flipped through it casually.

It records in detail the evidence of private dealings between Li Chenghui, Wang Chengsi and others and the Hu people, including grain and fodder transactions, military intelligence transmission, etc. Every single one of them is ironclad evidence of treason.

However, evidence is no longer important.

However, Li Chenghui's expression suddenly changed when he heard this, and he shouted sternly: "Nonsense! This old man is clearly a remnant of the Zhou family, and he is spreading rumors to confuse the public!"

"Tsk!" Shu Changyu chuckled and threw the account book to the ground with a dull sound.

"Evidence? There's no need for these things."

Then, he walked towards Wang Chengsi, who was lying limp on the ground, and lightly raised the tip of his sword.

Wang Chengsi was shaking all over, shouting "spare me" randomly, but he couldn't even utter a complete defense.

Shu Changyu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He turned his wrist slightly, and the long sword cut through the air, bringing up a cold arc of light.

"Pfft-"

Blood gushed out, splattering the bright yellow dragon throne red, and also splattering the faces of everyone in the hall red.

Wang Chengsi's head rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe that all this was true until his death.

The hall suddenly became dead silent, with only the sound of rapid breathing remaining.

Shu Changyu shook off the blood drops on the sword and turned his gaze to the next person.

"It's your turn."

Screams rang out one after another, and the hall was filled with blood, like a river on earth.

The young emperor was so frightened that he burst into tears. The empress dowager covered his eyes tightly and trembled all over.

Even Li Jingyan, who was fighting, was startled by the scene and stopped moving.

"Seventh Uncle, being distracted could cost you your life." Li Yanche's voice was filled with a cold smile as he pressed on.

Li Jingyan was shocked and angry, but he was tightly entangled by Li Yanche and had no time to care about anything else.

Inside the hall, screams were heard one after another.

Every time Shu Changyu's sword fell, it meant the end of a life.

Those court officials who had participated in framing the Zhou family fell in a pool of blood one after another.

Qin Hai stood aside, watching all this, tears streaming down his face, and muttered to himself: "General, your spirit in heaven can rest in peace..."

After twenty-nine years of forbearance, this day has finally come.

General, did you see that?

The treacherous villain who caused you to suffer injustice has finally been brought to justice!

Until the end, Li Chenghui was the only one left in the hall.

He collapsed on the ground, his face pale, his trouser legs already soaked with urine, and there was no trace of the dignity of a prime minister left.

Shu Changyu walked up to him, put the tip of the sword against his throat, and lightly scratched it, and blood gushed out.

Li Chenghui opened his eyes wide, covered his neck and slowly fell down. Until his death, he did not understand why the wronged ghosts of the Zhou family would take his life at this moment.

Shu Changyu didn't even look at the corpse, but turned and walked towards Li Jingyan and Li Yanche who were still fighting.

At this time, Li Jingyan was already in a state of decline and was forced to retreat step by step by Li Yanche.

Seeing Shu Changyu coming, Li Jingyan's eyes flashed with panic, and his moves became more and more chaotic.

"Seventh Uncle, it's time to end." Li Yanche seized the opportunity and stabbed Li Jingyan's shoulder with a sword.

Li Jingyan groaned, staggered back a few steps and bumped into a pillar.

He covered the bleeding wound, his eyes full of unwillingness: "This king...will not lose..."

Shu Changyu did not hesitate, and his long sword was as fast as a rainbow, going straight for Li Jingyan's throat.

"puff--"

Blood spurted out.

Li Jingyan stared with his eyes wide open, looking at the dragon throne that was so close at hand, and slowly stretched out his hand as if he wanted to grab something, but finally let it drop weakly.

His life came to an abrupt end at this moment, with a look of disbelief still frozen in his eyes.

Until his death, he was never able to sit on the throne he had always dreamed of.

The hall was dead silent, with only the sound of dripping blood as the only sound.

The young emperor had already fainted from fright, and the empress dowager was hugging him, trembling.

Shu Changyu sheathed his sword and turned to look at An Yi: "Deal with it all."

"Yes."

He no longer looked at the people in the hall and walked straight out.

When passing by Li Yanche, the boy suddenly asked: "Are you leaving?"

Shu Changyu paused for a moment and said calmly, "The account has been settled. There is no point in keeping this."

"The capital..."

"What does it have to do with me?" Shu Changyu interrupted him and walked out of the palace without looking back.

The matter is over. Whether the country belongs to the Li family or the Zhang family has nothing to do with him.

Li Yanche looked at his back as he disappeared at the palace gate, and suddenly chuckled softly, with a hint of self-mockery and understanding.

Yeah, it has nothing to do with him.

From the beginning to the end, this person came only to settle that old account.

Now that revenge has been taken, I will naturally not stop there.

He looked down at his blood-stained hands, then looked at the empty dragon throne, his eyes gloomy.

"Someone come here." Li Yanche called out.

"Here." The guard stepped forward and bowed in response.

"Clean up the palace, treat the injured, and..." He paused, his eyes swept over the unconscious young emperor, "take good care of His Majesty and the Queen Mother."

"Yes."

The sunlight poured in through the vermilion palace gate, stretching the young man's figure very long.

Lin Yifeng appeared out of nowhere, fanning himself, "Boss, are you leaving?"

"Why don't you leave and stay for the New Year?" Shu Changyu's voice came from a few steps away, still in that lazy tone.

Lin Yifeng looked back in the direction of Shou'an Palace, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Aren't you going to see her?"

"No need." Shu Changyu did not stop, his voice as indifferent as before.

Lin Yifeng sighed and tapped his folding fan twice on his palm: "Then..."

"You stay." Shu Changyu interrupted him, "Assist Li Yanche in stabilizing the government."

Lin Yifeng raised his eyebrows: "Boss, do you want me to be your loyal follower?"

Shu Changyu glanced at him sideways: "It's up to you."

Lin Yifeng shrugged, but didn't refuse: "Okay, I'm free anyway."

At the same time, Shou'an Palace.

All day long, listening to the faint sounds of fighting and weapons clashing coming from outside the palace gate, the noble concubine was always uneasy. She kept looking towards the palace gate, her heart full of worry.

Since the Imperial Concubine became "seriously ill", she has not left the palace for a long time. Even when the late emperor passed away, the Imperial Concubine was so ill that she could not attend the funeral in person.

The palace was in chaos at that time, and no one paid attention to the movements of an old concubine like her.

Therefore, she was able to survive the chaos in the palace.

Seeing that the noise outside was gradually dying down, the noble concubine suddenly felt a little empty.

It seems like I missed something important.

The noble concubine could no longer sit still and stood up to walk out of the palace.

"Your Majesty, the situation outside is unclear, you must not go out!" The palace maids were panicked and rushed forward to stop her.

"I'll go see Che'er." The noble concubine pushed away the palace maid's hand and walked quickly towards the palace gate.

Just as she stepped out of the Shou'an Palace gate, she saw Xiao Ningzi standing outside the door.

"Your Highness, Prince Hui is safe and sound and is currently in charge of the situation in Qianyuan Palace. Please wait in Shou'an Palace with peace of mind." Xiao Ningzi bowed respectfully.

Hearing this, the noble concubine felt relieved a little, but then frowned again: "Then... has he ever been here?"

Xiao Ningzi naturally understood who she was asking about, and lowered her head and replied, "Master Shu has left the palace."

The noble concubine's body swayed slightly, and the fingers that were holding the palace gate turned slightly white. A trace of sadness flashed across her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Understood, you go down."

She turned around and went back into the hall, her back straight, as if the momentary loss of composure had never happened.

But her phoenix eyes were covered with a layer of mist. She raised her hand and touched her temples, which were already covered with frost.

In the blink of an eye, it’s been almost thirty years.

She had only seen the child once.

Well, as long as he is safe and can fulfill his wish, that's good enough.

The noble concubine gently closed her eyes, and a tear slid down from the corner of her eye, hitting her collar, leaving a small dark mark, which she quickly wiped away quietly.