A piece of Japanese incense

Feng Zhixu was still immersed in endless grief, curled up on the ground, sobbing intermittently, looking desolate and powerless.

"Great! I didn't know that Yan'er thought like this!" The emperor's face was like the sky on the eve of a storm, gloomy and unpredictable.

He suddenly grabbed the jade cup on the imperial desk, and a cup of tea splashed out from his hand, like hail in winter, mercilessly hitting Prince Yun who was standing in front of him.

Prince Yun leaned back instinctively, and the liquid flowed through his tightly closed eyes, then dripped along the bridge of his nose to his lips.

Prince Yun leaned back subconsciously, but the tea still slid down his forehead, the water droplets flowed through his tightly closed eyes, and then dripped along his nose to his lips.

Prince Yun's Adam's apple slid up and down, his hands clenched into fists, his fingertips sunk deep into his palms, his body shook slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

Compared to Prince Yun's calmness, Feng Zhiyan was frightened out of his wits. His eyes were wide open, and his face was full of astonishment and confusion. His knees softened involuntarily and he almost fell to the ground.

"Look at your good son! He is so timid and cowardly that he can do such a heavy thing to his own brother. He has no mercy at all! He is so indecisive..."

Prince Yun did not back down. He interrupted the emperor and retorted, "Enough! How can your father accuse Yan'er? Are you innocent of what you did? Killing your father and brother, selling out your country for glory, and breaking your promises are all your masterpieces! And what happened to my uncle?!"

"Bold and rebellious son!" The emperor's face turned pale. He stood up suddenly, his dragon robe fluttering behind him. He picked up a yellow-glazed porcelain vase on the table and threw it hard at Prince Yun's feet. The porcelain vase broke into pieces, and the fragments flew everywhere. Everyone panicked and dodged.

Feng Zhiyan lowered his head and ran to Prince Yun's feet, knelt down and leaned over, frantically cleaning up the scattered porcelain pieces around Prince Yun's feet. His hands were shaking, his lips were trembling, and his speech was hesitant, for fear of any mishap.

"You know how my father got the throne! As your blood, why can't I fight for it?"

Prince Yun showed no fear as he pointed at the emperor sitting on the dragon throne. Under his feet were broken porcelain pieces that made "crackling" and "crackling" sounds. He stepped on the broken pieces one by one, walked up the steps, walked to the side of the dragon throne, picked up a bamboo pen, and held it in front of the emperor: "Please! Father, pass the throne to me!"

The emperor ignored Prince Yun and walked calmly towards the supreme throne and sat down slowly and gracefully.

His back was as straight as a pine tree, his eyes were deep and bright, his hands were resting on the armrests carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised with an imperceptible smile, and he sat on the dragon throne leisurely and contentedly.

The emperor closed his eyes slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Ren'er, does today's incident involve your mother?"

"At this moment, why should Father delve into this matter further?"

The emperor nodded, his face slightly stern, with an unfathomable light flashing in his eyes, "Are all the officials involved in this case here?"

"Father, please start writing!" Prince Yun impatiently stuffed the pen into the emperor's palm.

With a burst of hurried and heavy footsteps, a column of armored troops suddenly poured into the hall like a torrent breaking through a dam.

The soldiers pointed their sharp spears into the void, and with every firm step, the red tassels on the spear tips trembled like burning torches on the battlefield.