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Mo Lianche glanced coldly at the ministers who were entrusted with the care of the young prince. He had already made plans in his mind and stood there, calm and indifferent as usual. He asked several important ministers and eunuchs to find the imperial edict and delay the time as much as possible.

Wen Qingcheng saw that everyone couldn't find it after searching the bedroom, so she thought about going to the imperial study or the throne room. Just as she was about to go out, she was seen by the third prince, who shouted, "Wen Qingcheng, stop! Come on, surround the entire hall, and don't let anyone out until the edict of succession is found. If the edict cannot be found, then there is no edict of succession at all!"

At this time, outside the city, Mo Jinghong received the letter and went to Yanshan Camp without stopping. Yanshan Camp was the closest to Kyoto City, so he only brought a few shadow guards and took the golden order to mobilize troops.

The third prince had replaced several generals of the Yanshan camp with his confidants early on, and when the rebellion started, he conspired to kill several senior officers of the Yanshan camp.

The Yanshan Camp was gathering troops and preparing to charge into the palace. Mo Jinghong was a general in charge of the affairs of the Yanshan Camp and Fenggu Camp, and the soldiers guarding the camp did not dare to stop him. Mo Jinghong rode into the Yanshan Camp with Ah Falcon and several other shadow guards, riding majestically on his horse, his eyes swept over the soldiers who had gathered and were about to set off.

Mo Jinghong cast a cold gaze on the generals of the Yanshan camp and said loudly, "Zhang Yulin, Bao Chao, Chang Zhennan, you are all my old generals. What are you going to do by gathering your troops? Are you going to invade the imperial city and start a rebellion?"

Mo Jinghong and Mo Lianche joined the army since they were young and had many confidants in the barracks. He was also a general of the first rank and the commander-in-chief of two battalions. As soon as Mo Jinghong appeared, several deputy generals of the Yanshan camp were immediately moved.

The three of them came out and looked at each other. Just as they were about to say something, a middle-aged general wearing armor and with a bloated belly came out and said solemnly, "General, I am now in charge of the Yanshan camp. I have received a secret report ordering me to lead my troops to the imperial city to rescue the king."

"You traitor, you are plotting a rebellion under the guise of rescuing the king." Mo Jinghong dared to do anything for Mo Lianche. He raised his sword and decisively chopped off the middle-aged general's head.

There were some people in the Yanshan camp who were replaced by the Third Prince. When they saw their commander being killed, they were stunned. They didn't expect Mo Jinghong to kill them with a knife. One of the young generals shouted, "Mo Jinghong actually dared to kill the commander. Take him down!"

Before Mo Jinghong could make a move, several of his old subordinates in the Yanshan camp surrounded the man and killed him. Afterwards, Mo Jinghong showed his golden order, and all the soldiers knelt down and shouted "Long live the king". The entire Yanshan camp was under Mo Jinghong's control.

Mo Jinghong said loudly to the people in the Yanshan camp: "Comrades, follow me to the palace to rescue the emperor."

Mo Jinghong led the soldiers of Yanshan Camp to the outside of the palace. Xie Lin's men tightly guarded the palace gates and did not let Mo Jinghong in. Mo Jinghong, who held the military power, gave an order and led the people of Yanshan Camp to charge in. The defense of the palace had been changed by the third prince.

Outside the emperor's bedroom, there were three layers of guards inside and outside. Mo Jinghong led a large group of troops to attack.

"It's bad. General Mo and his men from Yanshan camp are charging in." A guard came in to report.

Wen Qingcheng was delighted. She didn't expect Mo Jinghong to come so soon. She felt relieved. In the bedroom, Mo Lianche showed a barely perceptible smile.

The queen looked at the third prince in disbelief, her eyes asking: Haven’t you already arranged everything?

The third prince and the second prince looked at each other in bewilderment. Why did this happen? He had clearly arranged everything. His men had been stationed in the Yanshan camp a long time ago. He also ordered people to mobilize troops from the Yanshan camp. Why was it Mo Jinghong who came?

Mo Jinghong led his troops into the hall, disarmed the Third Prince's men, and completely took the initiative. At this time, Zhao Xinsheng and other ministers supported Mo Lianche as the new emperor.

Mo Jinghong knelt down to pay homage to the late emperor's body, then took the lead in kneeling down to Mo Lianche. Several ministers also knelt down to pay homage to Mo Lianche.

Mo Jinghong looked at Mo Lianjin and Mo Lianyi, who were standing indifferent, with his cold eyes, "Why don't the two royal brothers come to pay homage to His Majesty? Do you have ulterior motives?" Mo Jinghong said as he reached for the bloody blade on the ground.

The queen knew that the situation was hopeless, so she hurriedly pulled Mo Lianyi. Mo Lianjin and Mo Lianyi looked at each other and knelt down reluctantly.

"See Your Majesty."

"See Your Majesty."

Although Mo Lianche was happy in his heart, his face showed great sorrow. He ordered people to clear all the corpses outside the palace and take care of the late emperor's funeral.

Outside the hall, the night was about to end and the morning star lit up in the east. After Mo Jinghong handed over the military power to Mo Lianche, he came to Wen Qingcheng.

Mo Jinghong resisted the urge to hug Wen Qingcheng in the palace. He looked her up and down. His little girl had become thinner and had dark circles under her eyes. It was obvious that she had not had a good rest recently. Her soft little hands kept covering her cheeks.

"Why are you covering your face all the time?" Mo Jinghong pulled down Wen Qingcheng's hand in confusion. Her originally fair and smooth face was now red and swollen, and one could vaguely see the mark of a slap.

"Who hit me!" Mo Jinghong was suddenly filled with anger.

"It's okay, it really doesn't hurt." Wen Qingcheng didn't take it seriously. After all, they won, and it wasn't a big deal for her to suffer such a little injustice.

"Tell me." Mo Jinghong looked serious and distressed at Wen Qingcheng, his tone unquestionable.

Wen Qingcheng had no choice but to tell him that it was because she stopped the Queen and the others that the Queen slapped her in the face.

"So it was her. Don't worry, this slap won't be in vain."

Mo Jinghong sent Ah Falcon to escort Wen Qingcheng out of the palace, as he was still busy with the enthronement of the new emperor. Wen Qingcheng thought he would be back in the evening, so she and Ye Xiuying waited for him to come back with a table of food until very late, and it was three days later when she saw Mo Jinghong again.

Early that morning, Wen Qingcheng got dressed and went out to wash up. She saw a handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes sitting in the outer hall. He was wearing a blue and white brocade robe and there was a sword on the table. Who else could it be but Mo Jinghong?

Wen Qingcheng almost immediately covered her face. She was sleepy and had a messy hair. She didn't want him to see her like this.

Mo Jinghong said with a smile, "Did you have a good rest?" As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards Wen Qingcheng.

"You go out first." Wen Qingcheng said, covering her face.

"What's wrong? You don't want to see me?"

"I didn't wash my face and didn't put on makeup, I'm ugly." Wen Qingcheng didn't care so much about her appearance before, thinking that being clean and tidy was enough, but since she and Mo Jinghong had expressed their feelings to each other, she paid great attention to her image management, hoping to be beautiful every time she appeared in front of him.

Mo Jinghong took Wen Qingcheng's hand and smiled, "Cheng'er looks even more beautiful without makeup, just like a lotus flower emerging from the water." Mo Jinghong held Wen Qingcheng's face, turned it to the side, and took a closer look, "Well, her face is all healed."