Exiled, the Medical Concubine emptied the warehouse and escaped from the famine

Linhang City, in front of the Imperial Palace.

The setting sun melts gold, and the setting sun looks like blood.

The vermilion palace gate, which symbolized the supreme imperial power, was shattered into pieces by the attack of the Changfeng Guards.

The palace guards held swords and fought and retreated, not daring to move forward.

The common people and officials stood in the distance, staring blankly at the man riding on a tall horse in front of the palace gate.

Someone whispered, "Why does this man look a bit like Prince Yong to me?"

"Ah! Prince Yong, didn't Prince Yong die a long time ago? And it is said that his legs are disabled..."

"It's Prince Yong! I will never admit my mistake. I have been in the Ministry of War for more than ten years!"

.......

One stone caused a thousand ripples, and the people were talking about it.

The officials' eyes were bloodshot, cold sweat dripped down their foreheads, and they were frantically calculating in their minds.

Wei Zhaoguo, the world is about to change!

Especially those who had betrayed Wei Xiuchu, their hearts felt as if they had fallen into an icy cave, and they were already thinking about how to move out of Linhang overnight!

Wei Xiuchu was wearing light armor and had a cold look on his face.

With a sword in one hand and the reins in the other, he walked slowly into the imperial city.

Opposite him were tens of thousands of guards, all with swords in hand, gathering near the palace gate like a black tide.

But the amazing thing is that no one dared to stop him.

As soon as Wei Xiuchu came over, the crowd automatically parted to make way for each other.

He walked in with a swagger, the wind lifting his dark red general's cloak. Behind him were three thousand dignified Changfeng Guards, with murderous looks on their faces, as if they were going to turn the entire Wei Zhao upside down.

What a joke, who dares to stop Wei Xiuchu!

This is the most talented god of war in Wei Zhao’s hundred years!

Which of Wei Zhao's soldiers who had been trained in the military camp did not regard Wei Xiuchu as a god?

At the beginning, when Wei Xiuchu became disabled in both legs due to a palace coup, those who felt sad for him were not only the women who loved him, but more importantly, the young men who admired his heroism.

Putting aside the question of whether they could win or not, psychologically speaking, they were unable to attack Wei Xiuchu.

When he arrived at the majestic Guangyi main hall, Wei Xiuchu dismounted, put the sword on the horse's back, and patted its head.

Then he gestured backwards, and in an instant, all the Changfeng Guards stopped.

Wei Xiuchu walked in confidently.

Every member of the Changfeng Guard is an elite soldier, and is even more powerful than Gu Wei's Gu family generals.

These three thousand rare martial arts geniuses would be treated as guests of honor no matter which force they went to, but they would obey Wei Xiuchu's words.

The previous emperor stipulated that swords were not allowed to be worn during court sessions.

Even if it was "rebellion", Wei Xiuchu didn't want to break the rules.

Walking across the white marble square, on the endless stairs is the majestic main hall of the imperial palace.

The eaves are vast, like the wings of an eagle spread out, ready to soar into the sky in the next moment.

There are a total of 108 steps, symbolizing the supreme imperial power.

All Wei Zhao's officials had to go through this process personally every day.

With every step Wei Xiuchu took, his heart sank a little.

Even though he was well prepared, he still felt heavy-hearted when he faced the brother whom he had respected and loved for half his life.

When we arrived outside the hall, the door was already open.

Wei Xiuchu did not see the emperor, but only saw a young man with stern features who looked three-quarters like him.

The young man frowned, raised his hand to salute, and spread his sleeves like folding clouds.

"Wei Wuji, meet the Emperor's uncle."

Wei Xiuchu narrowed his eyes, "Where is your father?"

Wei Wuji walked over slowly. He used to be a young boy, but now he has lost his immaturity. His majestic temperament is fully revealed, and his eyes and eyebrows are full of arrogance, showing that he holds power.

When facing Wei Xiuchu, his arrogance was somewhat restrained.

"Uncle wants to see Father? I'll bring him to you right away."

After a while, seven or eight palace servants came over carrying a tattered wooden bed.

Wei Xiuchu's pupils suddenly contracted.

The person on the wooden bed was none other than the once glorious Emperor Wei Zhao—Wei Xiuying!

But now Wei Xiuying's legs are bent in a strange posture, which means he must have been disabled.

He was haggard and untidy, and the moment he saw Wei Xiuchu, his eyes instantly turned red, and he bared his teeth and claws, like a lone wolf, and let out a series of shrill screams from his throat.

The palace servants around him skillfully picked up whips and whipped him.

Wei Xiuchu had a complicated expression, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Wei Wuji.

The young man's eyes and eyebrows were indifferent, with an air of arrogance that was imbued with power.

Wei Wuji has changed a lot, and is no longer the gentle boy who used to follow him.

Wei Wuji's lips curled up into a smile, "Uncle, I have always known that you and Linglong left Wei Zhao. If I hadn't intervened and covered it up, you would never have been able to leave so easily.

As for my father... Hehe, he bullied and humiliated you to this extent. I endured hardships and lurked for three years. Finally, I took control of his power and imprisoned him in the palace to avenge you. Uncle, what's the matter? Let's sit down and talk slowly, okay?"

Wei Xiuchu's voice was icy, "What's going on with Linglong?"

Wei Wuji paused, then said calmly: "She volunteered to go to the marriage."

Wei Xiuchu smiled coldly, but the coldness between his brows did not melt at all.

"Imperial power can actually change a person so completely. It's the same with Wei Xiuyi, and it's the same with you."

Wei Wuji's expression remained unchanged.

Wei Xiuchu continued, "I know you and your father best. He is in his prime, and you are already in your prime. I guess it was because he was unwilling to give up power to you, the crown prince, and he teamed up with officials to deliberately undermine your power, so you made up your mind to take action against him. This is one of the reasons.

When you let me go, you probably thought that I would come back one day, and you wanted to please me in this way. This is the second reason.

Wuji, if you were to go back to three years ago, would you still let me go?"

Wei Wuji's heart was in turmoil, and a crack finally appeared on his calm brow.

Wei Xiuchu was indeed very smart and saw through all his schemes with just one glance.

Wei Wuji did not hesitate at all and replied: "I will. This is true. I am willing to swear on the ancestors of the Wei family."

Wei Xiuchu looked at him with complicated feelings.

From the moment he learned that Wei Wuji asked Wei Linglong to marry, he knew that his nephew had changed.

"I don't want to fight you. I came here only to take back what belongs to me."

Wei Wuji's expression paused slightly.

"I have sent people to guard the Emperor's uncle's warehouse—"

Wei Xiuchu interrupted him, "That's not it. You should know that if that incident hadn't happened, I would be the one sitting on the dragon throne right now."

Wei Wuji frowned, and then an absurd look appeared on his face, his thin lips were like two blades, carving out harsh words from his chest.

"Uncle, you always say something disgusting about the imperial power. When you were young, you always said you wanted to be free and unrestrained, but now you have come all the way here to fight for the imperial power. You are the most hypocritical one."

Wei Xiuchu didn't say anything.

Wei Wuji's eyes turned red with anxiety. "The throne is indeed not that important to me as a young man. But over the years, because I don't have absolute power, I can only watch the woman I like being taken as a concubine by him, the subordinates who followed me being tortured to death by him, and my uncle's family being buried on the battlefield. Without power, I am nothing!"

He took a step forward, came in front of Wei Xiuchu, and said coldly: "It was the blood shed by countless people that changed me, not your so-called power. Uncle, don't you also love power? Otherwise, you came back just to kill him?"

Wei Xiuchu listened quietly, then glanced sideways at Wei Xiuying who was lying on the bed.

This was the last lesson Wei Xiuying taught Wei Wuji, and also his most profound revenge on Wei Xiuchu.

Wei Wuji, who grew up with Wei Xiuchu almost since childhood, turned into a cold-blooded emperor in just three years.

Those simple ways of the emperor turned into floating smoke and became cold-blooded and unscrupulous.

The upright gentleman brought up by Wei Xiuchu was torn apart and reshaped bit by bit by Wei Xiuying.

In the almost still time, Wei Xiuying suddenly opened his lips, looked at Wei Xiuchu, and smiled strangely.

"Hahahaha! I want to see you kill each other and see who wins and who loses!"

Wei Wuji reacted suddenly, and then looked at the palm of his hand, as if he saw countless souls who had died unjustly at his hands resurrected in an instant, clamoring to drag him down to hell.

So, all these years have been...scheming?

Wei Xiuchu suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Wei Xiuyi's neck, clenched his fingers, and said coldly, "Wei Xiuyi, I have ten thousand ways to make you wish you were dead but unable to live."

Wei Xiuying's eyes widened and his voice became hoarse, "Over the years, watching Wei Wuji's temperament gradually approach me was much more satisfying than breaking your legs in the first place.

Do you think you, Wei Xiuchu, are such a pure and innocent person? You just haven't enjoyed the beauty of power. But I didn't expect that this bastard would be so cruel——"

Wei Xiuchu gave a sarcastic smile.

"How do you know I didn't enjoy it?"

He took out an imperial edict from his sleeve, unfolded it and placed it in front of Wei Xiuying, grabbed his chin and forced him to finish reading it.

"Take a good look, this is my father's handwriting. He had already given me the imperial edict to pass on the throne, but I just didn't want to fight for it. Otherwise, with my position in Wei Zhao, do you think those old ministers would still follow you?"

Wei Xiuying stared wide-eyed, reading word by word, his gaze fixed on the jade seal and the late emperor's name, and let out a sharp scream.

"You old bastard! How dare you play tricks on me? You've played tricks on me my whole life! I won't let you go even if I go to hell!"

Wei Xiuchu's men exerted force and cut his throat.

"You are not worthy of scolding Father."

Wei Xiuying made a gurgling sound in his throat and blood spread.

He ordered: "Doctor Xuan, don't let him die."

He controlled the strength just right and would not let Wei Xiuying really die.

That's too cheap for him.