A piece of Japanese incense

"Rebellious son! Shut up! Shut up! Drag him out!" The emperor slammed the table, and the heavy jade table top made a dull sound.

Feng Zhiyan was stunned. He looked at his usually gentle grandfather the Emperor in shock. His face was now distorted and veins were bulging.

Prince Yun seemed to know that he was doomed to fail, and he was determined to speak out what was in his heart. He broke free from the soldiers who bound him, pointed his finger at them, and shouted angrily: "Let me go! You bunch of lowly people! What qualifications do you have to touch me! In the past, my Xiqi Kingdom had a territory of thousands of miles and had been passed down for thousands of years. If it hadn't been stolen by this tyrant, how could you all stand here and boss me around! You..."

The prince interrupted him anxiously: "Brother, don't say anything more!"

Prince Yun disagreed: "Yuan Cheng, you think you can rest easy just because you hold the position of crown prince? Ridiculous! I tell you, even if I am gone, I still have tens of thousands of people in Xiqi, and -"

"Your Highness Prince Yun!" A loud voice came from outside the hall, and Zhi Yian led a group of people into the hall with steady and solemn steps.

Zhi Yian was wearing court robes and had a determined look in his eyes. The people following behind him were all neatly dressed and had solemn expressions. They were all important officials in the court.

They followed closely behind, wearing various official uniforms, but all of them showed solemnity and dignity. Their steps were in unison, as if they were a well-trained team.

Zhi Yian's eyes swept across the hall and met Prince Yun's eyes, as if they were silently conveying some kind of tacit understanding and determination.

When all the civil and military officials arrived at the center of the hall, everyone's movements became more cautious, as if even their breathing was lighter.

Zhi Yian bowed slightly to the emperor, then slowly straightened up. The entire hall seemed to freeze, and all eyes were focused on Zhi Yian, waiting for his next words and actions.

"Your Majesty, when I found Concubine Xin, I learned that Prince Yun's army was defeated and Concubine Xin had... committed suicide."

"Grandmother!" Feng Zhiyan was heartbroken. He threw himself beside Concubine Xin's body and burst into tears.

Feng Yan, Feng Qi, Ye Zhao and the others were all tied up and taken to the hall. Tears welled up in their eyes, like pearls that had broken off the string, falling one by one to the ground.

"Your Majesty, the princesses are still young, and the Crown Prince's wife is pregnant. I beg Your Majesty to show mercy." Zhi Yian knelt down and begged, his voice sincere and sad.

The prince knelt on his knees and begged, "Father, Yan'er and Qi'er knew nothing about this, and they have never done anything wrong. Please show mercy and show mercy outside the law!"

Feng Zhixu and Feng Zhiyu looked at each other and knelt down to beg for mercy.

The emperor waved his hand, signaling Eunuch Shen to help the prince up. His voice echoed in the hall: "Yuan Cheng, you must remember that forgiveness is a breeding ground for wild dogs."

"Father!"

The emperor shook his head indifferently: "No need to say more, execute them all."

As soon as these words came out, a ripple immediately arose. In the court, people were in a panic, and the ministers were whispering to each other. Feng Zhiyan and Princess Yan burst into tears and cried bitterly. Feng Zhixu and Feng Zhiyu looked at the prince with worry in their eyes.

Prince Yun suddenly broke free from the chains, snatched the sword from the soldier beside him, stepped forward, and clasped the prince's shoulders with his long arms like an iron clamp, while with his other hand he placed the tip of the sword against the prince's throat.

"Yuan Ren!" the emperor roared.

The guards were at a loss and dared not act rashly.

"Feng Weichu! The people all say that you are a good emperor, the best emperor in history, who governs the country with kindness and loves the people like his own children... I also firmly believe that we are a loving father and a filial son. Over the years, you have only doted on my mother. Everyone says that you love her deeply, but what about you! When my mother passed away, you showed no sadness at all! Yan'er was only sixteen years old, and Yan'er's child was still in her belly, and you had the heart to let them die!"