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Song Yanshu's face darkened and he shouted angrily, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Li Yongjun ignored it and continued, "Your father, General Song, was killed by the current emperor, and you are still working for this tyrant!"

Song Yanshu gnashed his teeth and said, "You traitor, you are about to die and yet you still try to sow discord!"

Li Yongjun sneered and said, "Think about it carefully. Song Jinghuai had made great achievements in the war, but why did he end up like this?"

Song Yanshu felt a sharp pain in his heart, but he still said firmly: "I only know that you attempted to rebel and endanger the country. This is your crime!"

At this moment, the surrounding soldiers couldn't help but look at each other, and the atmosphere became subtle.

Song Yanshu suppressed the turmoil in his heart and said loudly: "Don't be fooled by the words of this traitor. We are fighting for the stability of the country and the peace of the people!"

The soldiers shouted in unison: "For the country, for the people!"

Song Yanshu no longer paid any attention to Li Yongjun, and with a raised knife, he ended his life.

But Li Yongjun's words planted a seed of doubt in Song Yanshu's heart. His father had fought for his country all his life, and was shot to death on the battlefield. But at this time, he had no time to think about it. After Li Yongjun's death, the army was in chaos. Many of Li Yongjun's subordinates tried to collude with the Western Qiang Kingdom to rebel...

New Year's Eve, Beijing, inside the Imperial Palace.

The night is alluring, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers continues, shining in the night sky of the capital, dazzling and gorgeous.

"Everyone, you all have made great contributions to the prosperity of our Great Xia today. Come, I offer you a toast!"

"Dry!"

Emperor Kang Ren held up the wine glass, and all the ministers looked at him and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are too polite. This is all due to your wisdom. We are just following your Majesty and doing our best." After that, they raised their glasses and drank it all.

This seemingly lively and peaceful banquet actually had undercurrents.

Emperor Kang Ren put down his wine glass, the smile on his face did not reach his eyes. He glanced at his ministers seemingly casually, but in his heart he was wondering how many people knew about Prince Rui's conspiracy, and how many people would stand on his side at the critical moment.

Yuan Ying glanced at King Rui and saw that he looked natural. It seemed that King Rui was very confident in his plan.

Prince Rui looked at Emperor Kang Ren with a sneer on his face. He thought his plan was perfect, and as long as tonight was over, the throne would change hands, and by then the entire Daxia would be under his control.

Thinking of this, he was in a very good mood and raised his glass to Emperor Kang Ren and said, "Father, I offer you a toast. I wish you a prosperous new year and I also wish that our Great Xia will be safe and sound under your blessing." After that, he picked up the glass, raised his head and drank it all.

Emperor Kang Ren looked at Prince Rui, with a barely perceptible coldness in his eyes, but he said, "Okay, the second brother is thoughtful."

King Rui raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, feeling secretly proud of himself.

The Imperial Concubine glanced at Emperor Kang Ren and said, "Your Majesty, look at how beautiful these fireworks are. Alas! But this beautiful scene is too short and will not last long."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Kang Ren turned his gaze away from Prince Rui and looked at the fireworks outside the window. He said calmly, "As long as I am still here, the fireworks in Da Xia will continue to be brilliant."

The Imperial Concubine chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "Your Majesty is right, but no matter how gorgeous the fireworks are, there must be someone to appreciate them. If no one appreciates them, then these fireworks are nothing more than a pile of ashes."

"My beloved, the beauty of fireworks lies in their brevity and splendor. It is enough to illuminate the night sky for a moment. As for those who appreciate them, they are those who appreciate them." Emperor Kang Ren's tone was calm, but sharp. "However, the country of Daxia needs someone to protect it. I hope that everyone here can become the guardian of this country, rather than the traitor who attempts to subvert it."

The Imperial Concubine sneered and said nothing more. On the other hand, Prince Rui's eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.

Then Prince Shun wished Emperor Kang Ren a happy new year, kneeling respectfully and saying loudly: "Father, I wish you a happy new year. I wish you a long life and good health in the new year, and a long and stable country." Emperor Kang Ren nodded slightly, with a look of relief in his eyes, and said: "Fourth brother, you are thoughtful. Get up."

Prince Ning then stepped forward and also knelt down, his words full of flattery: "Father, I wish you good health and everything goes well. Under your wise governance, Daxia will surely become more prosperous." Emperor Kang Ren glanced at him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said lightly: "Well, everyone get up."

Murong Xuanyi looked at the three people calmly, with a smile on his face. Behind every seemingly ordinary action and every seemingly ordinary word of these three people, there may be unknown thoughts and plans.

The other princes also came forward to congratulate Emperor Kang Ren on the New Year. After they greeted the New Year, the atmosphere at the banquet seemed to regain some of its liveliness. The musicians played the cheerful and joyful music one after another, and the melodious tunes echoed in the hall.

The dancers danced lightly, their steps were agile and beautiful, as if they were a group of butterflies playing among the flowers, their every move was full of grace. Their singing was melodious and clear, as if a yellow oriole was singing out of a valley, adding a bit of music and color to the banquet.

All the ministers were immersed in this lively atmosphere. They leisurely enjoyed the wonderful singing and dancing performances, and tasted the fine wines in their hands, with intoxicated expressions on their faces.

Just when the joy reached its peak, something unexpected happened. One minister swayed and collapsed, and then another minister followed suit and fell to the ground. Then, like dominoes, three-quarters of the civil and military officials in the hall fell down one after another, and the scene became chaotic for a while. Even Murong Xuanyi and Yuan Ying were not spared and also fell in this sudden change.

This sudden change made everyone present panic, and the laughter at the banquet stopped abruptly. The fallen ministers were pale, with wine stains still hanging on the corners of their mouths, and their bodies had collapsed to the ground. Seeing this, Emperor Kang Ren's face suddenly changed, and he immediately sent the imperial physician to check the situation.

The imperial doctors quickly stepped forward and carefully examined the fallen ministers, only to find that they had weak breathing and slow pulses, as if they had been poisoned by some strange poison.

Doctor Xiao replied, "Your Majesty, after my humble servant's examination, I found that all the ministers were poisoned by cartilage powder. This poison is colorless and tasteless. Once poisoned, one will feel weak all over."

The atmosphere at the banquet suddenly became tense and solemn, and everyone held their breath, fearing that they would become the next target to fall.

Emperor Kang Ren was extremely anxious when he saw this. He shouted loudly, "Someone come!"

But no one came to respond, and only his shouts echoed in the empty banquet hall, sounding particularly desolate and helpless.