The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

The scarlet blood quickly spread from her eye sockets. Pan Jingwan looked at the blade in front of her with trembling pupils and said fiercely, "Queen! Why don't you order him to retreat!"

Kan Nianzhen finally stroked the little guy's erect hair and slowly stood up: "Why should I?"

"If Prince Xin succeeds this time, aren't you worried about Jiang Tinghuai's fate?!"

"If you kneel down and beg me now, I can still say a few good words for you in front of King Xin, otherwise -"

The long sword moved forward a little bit, and the sharp and arrogant sound suddenly stopped.

"otherwise?"

Kan Nianzhen's cold voice sounded at this moment: "Pan Jingwan, do you know that Chengcheng left the palace this time to go to Beiming to look for His Majesty?"

Pan Jingwan's expression froze. After being surprised, all the color on her face instantly faded away.

Her violently trembling eyes looked towards the small figure, and she didn't even have time to pay attention to the face the other person made at her.

Yes!

She knew why she was so flustered just now! !

Since this little devil can appear here safely, then... then, Emperor Mingze is likely to -

"Have you figured it out?"

Kan Nianzhen had been staring at the expression on Pan Jingwan's face. When he saw the panic in her eyes, he raised his lips in relief and said, "Guess what, how is the Prince Xin, who your Pan family bet on, doing now?"

Pan Jingwan: “…”

Pan Jingwan: “!!!”

……

In Chongyun Palace.

The entire hall was silent for a long while because of those fleeting figures, until Jiang Silin shouted: "...What was that just now?!"

The ministers who could hear the little guy's thoughts: "..."

I couldn't hear the little guy's voice, but in a split second, I saw the minister with the iconic bald head: "..."

For a moment, everyone's thoughts were changing rapidly, and no one could answer Jiang Silin's question.

Instead, Jiang Yian looked at the direction where the figures left with interest and smiled meaningfully.

Then, he turned around, opened his eyes and lied: "It's a butterfly."

Jiang Silin: “…”

Jiang Silin turned around slowly and looked at Jiang Yian opposite him calmly: "My royal brother, you are joking."

Jiang Yian also smiled back: "Instead of worrying about the 'butterfly', Silin, you might as well think about why the two of us came to Beijing this time."

The lifeless gaze naturally turned to King Nanyang because of this sentence, and then slowly moved down and fell on the envelope in his hand.

Jiang Silin didn't even need to read the contents of the letter to instantly know the two people's biggest support for this trip.

After a while, he shook his sleeves and decided not to stubbornly try to occupy the moral high ground anymore.

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Silin said halfheartedly, "Since I have come this far, naturally..." Naturally, I can't let myself return empty-handed.

As early as when Jiang Yian's reaction became strange, he had prepared for this situation to occur.

"and many more."

Prince Nanyang suddenly stepped forward, raised the letter in his hand, and interrupted Jiang Silin: "Silin doesn't care about this matter, but I can't let His Majesty be smeared for no reason."

After that, he no longer paid attention to the other party's reaction and said loudly: "This letter was secretly placed in my study by a mysterious person several years ago-"

The letter stated that he was the person designated by the late emperor to succeed him before his death, and that as long as he was determined to take back the throne that should have belonged to him, that person would help him with all his strength.

Shocked, he ordered a strict investigation and finally caught the person who leaked the letter. Based on the information he confessed, he quickly identified the mastermind behind it.

——Jiang Silin.

He was well aware of the gap between himself and Jiang Yanchuan, and firmly believed that their father would never be so foolish as to insist on passing the throne to him, but...

At that time, he did not want to be involved in such a storm. After finding out the truth, he kept the matter deep in his heart and never mentioned it to anyone.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Silin was so crazy that he led his troops into the imperial city!

"Everyone——"

Prince Nanyang turned around and stared at the people standing behind Prince Xin with a burning gaze: "Your Majesty is the king appointed by the late emperor himself. Don't believe this man's nonsense!"

Now that Jiang Silin no longer has any legitimate reason to usurp the throne, he wants to make one last attempt to win over these rebellious ministers.

The eyes of the ministers standing behind Jiang Silin trembled slightly, and after a few breaths, they became resolute again.

No one really dares to change sides at this juncture.

They are too deeply tied to Prince Xin, and each of them has a lot of leverage over the other. Even if they defect to the Crown Prince, it will be difficult for them to have a good ending.

We can only fight with our backs against the wall.

"It's just a letter. How can it prove that what the prince said is true?!"

"Who can prove that what you found is the truth?!"

"That's right! We have all seen the contents of the will with our own eyes, and we are sure that what Prince Xin said is true, so we swear to follow him till death!!"

Jiang Silin looked at the scene with satisfaction. When he turned to look at King Nanyang, the mockery in his eyes was particularly strong: "Did you see it?!"

How many talents did King Jing bring with him, and how dare they think they could defeat his plots over the years? !

King Nanyang sighed deeply, "As expected, all living things have their own destiny. I shouldn't try to interfere."

When he looked at the group of rebels again, his eyes were so cold as if he was looking at a group of dead people.

"So," Jiang Yian suddenly said, "even so, you still insist on taking action?!"

"Even so?"

"Even if you, my brother, don't want the throne, it doesn't change the fact that Jiang Yanchuan is a villain who tampered with the imperial edict!"

"Besides..." Jiang Silin stood with his hands behind his back, even with a slight smile on his face, "How the history books will record it all depends on the winner's decision, isn't it?"

The soldiers he brought with him were more than just those in Chongyun Palace. Now, I'm afraid that all the concubines and princes in each palace were already under his control. As long as he recalled that group of people...

He looked at the two men who had been his brothers for half their lives with pity, and shook his head: "I was originally thinking--"

Before he could finish his words, a voice suddenly came from the other side -

"you're right."

Low, steady, and full of solemnity.

Jiang Silin turned his head suddenly, and the movement was so big that he even heard a "click" sound from his neck.

Among the imperial guards facing them, a plain-looking man slowly walked out from the corner, smearing a jar of unknown ointment on his face as he walked.

After a while, a whole piece of skin fell off the other person's face, revealing a face underneath that should not have been there.

Jiang Silin suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Jiang Yanchuan?!"