Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

As night fell, a cold wind blew like a knife across the bluestone streets outside the imperial city, picking up a few withered yellow leaves.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight, leaving only sporadic torches flickering in the darkness, casting flickering light and shadows.

Chu Ning stood in the middle of the street, his black dragon robe fluttering in the wind. His face was as calm as water, and only his hawk-like sharp eyes flashed with a cold light.

"kill!"

Following Chu Huai's order, dozens of black-clad warriors rushed out from all directions. They were like ghosts in the dark night, moving swiftly and silently, the weapons in their hands shining coldly in the dim firelight.

These assassins are Chu Huai's confidants who have been carefully trained for many years. Each of them is highly skilled in martial arts and is fearless of death.

Chu Ning remained motionless, slowly raised his right hand, and made a simple gesture: "Kill them all, but don't touch the emperor!"

His voice was not loud, but it carried unquestionable authority.

Chu Ning knew clearly in his heart that no matter how Chu Huai plotted rebellion, he was still his father, the emperor of the Great Chu.

He cannot and does not want to bear the charge of patricide.

"As ordered!"

Zhao Yu shouted loudly and suddenly jumped up. His movements were clean and neat. How could he not look weak at all?

The white horse cavalry quickly formed a battle formation, their silver armor flashing coldly in the darkness, like a moving city wall, pressing towards the black-clad warriors.

Zhao Yu took the lead, holding the eight-foot-long spear in his hand like a dragon emerging from the sea, the tip of the spear cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

A black-clad warrior raised his sword to block, but Zhao Yu shook his wrist and the spear suddenly changed direction, piercing the opponent's throat from an incredible angle.

Blood gushed out, appearing a strange dark red in the light of the torch.

"kill!"

The white horse cavalry shouted in unison, shaking the night sky.

They were well-trained and worked in groups of three, covering each other and dividing and surrounding the black-clad assassins.

Amidst the flash of swords and the shadow of sabers, black-clad warriors continued to fall, their blood dyed the bluestone road red, and gathered into small pools of blood in the low-lying areas.

Chu Huai stood in the crowd at the back, his originally smug expression gradually froze.

He stared at the battlefield, watching his carefully trained warriors fall one by one, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

Each of these assassins had cost him a lot of effort, but now they were being slaughtered like grass.

"impossible!"

Chu Huai suddenly roared, his voice trembling with anger: "Zhao Yu, you are clearly infected with cartilage poison, why are you still able to fight?"

Chu Ning raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely perceptible sneer: "Since I have chosen to play along with you, how could I not be on guard against you?"

He raised his hand to signal, and a guard immediately brought out an exquisite jade box: "Everyone, including me, has taken the anti-poison pills specially made by Sun Simiao in advance."

Chu Huai's face turned pale instantly when he heard this.

Sun Simiao was a miraculous doctor of the time. With him in the palace, preparing antidotes was indeed a piece of cake.

Chu Huai then realized that his carefully planned poisoning plan had fallen into Chu Ning's calculations from the very beginning.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Chu Huai suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with bitterness and unwillingness: "You are indeed my good son. I cannot defeat you!"

He looked at Chu Ning with complicated eyes, showing both anger and a hint of imperceptible appreciation.

Chu Ning's expression remained calm: "Since the emperor has admitted defeat, then let these people stop."

However, just as he finished speaking, a soldier in black suddenly shouted, "Emperor, please leave quickly! We will hold them back! Reinforcements will arrive soon and will definitely escort you away!"

Several assassins immediately formed a human wall and protected Chu Huai as he retreated to the alley nearby.

They moved swiftly and were obviously well-trained.

Chu Ning frowned slightly, but did not immediately order a pursuit.

"Fire arrows!"

Ling Haoran's cold voice sounded.

In an instant, dozens of archers emerged from the roofs on both sides of the alley, and arrows rained down.

The warriors protecting Chu Huai were shot by arrows and fell to the ground, their blood splattering on Chu Huai's clothes.

An arrow grazed Chu Huai's cheek, leaving a bloody mark and forcing him to stop.

At the same time, Zhao Yu had led the white horse cavalry to slaughter the remaining black-clad warriors.

The battlefield was littered with corpses, and the smell of blood was particularly pungent in the cold night wind.

Zhao Yu's spear was covered in blood. He swung it casually, and a drop of blood drew an arc in the air.

Chu Ning walked slowly towards Chu Huai, his boots stepping into the pool of blood, making a slight "click" sound.

His expression remained calm, but there was a complex glint in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, you lost." Chu Ning's voice was very soft, but it hit Chu Huaixin like a heavy hammer.

Chu Huai raised his head, his eyes burning with the last bit of stubbornness: "No, I didn't lose! I still have people! There are still many death warriors in the city. If they know that I am besieged here, they will definitely come to rescue me!"

"is it?"

Chu Ning sneered: "Then wait a little longer. I will destroy your hopes step by step."

Chu Ning gave his father the greatest privilege.

As if to confirm Chu Ning's words, a cavalryman galloped over and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, all the soldiers who blocked the imperial guards will be killed!"

Chu Huai's body trembled and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Those assassins were the elite among the elite, how could they be wiped out so quickly?

Before he could recover, another cavalryman arrived with a report: "Your Majesty, all the assassins who blocked the city defense battalion have been executed! General Zhang, the battalion commander, has led his troops to report!"

Chu Huai's face turned from pale to blue, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

The power he had painstakingly built up over the years collapsed in a short period of time.

At this moment, he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and his upright body became a little hunched.

Chu Ning looked at his father coldly: "Throw the bodies of those dead men out to feed the dogs!"

He turned to Chu Huai, his voice filled with the majesty of a victor: "Grand Emperor, do you have any other tricks left?"

The cold wind whistled past, blowing up the fallen leaves and the smell of blood on the ground.

Chu Huai was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, his voice hoarse and tired: "How are you going to deal with me?"

Chu Ning did not answer immediately, but looked up at the dark night sky.

At this moment, he recalled many past events.

Of his eighteen brothers, only a few are left.

He really wants to preserve his family ties.

Therefore, he has not yet figured out how to deal with Chu Huai.

"Take the Emperor back to the palace."

In the end, Chu Ning simply gave an order, with no emotion in his voice.

The guards stepped forward and supported Chu Huai respectfully but without giving room for refusal.

This former emperor is now just a failed rebel.

Before being taken away, Chu Huai looked back at Chu Ning for the last time. There was resentment and an indescribable sense of relief in his eyes.

The cold wind was still biting, but the sky in the east was already turning a little pale.

The long night is about to pass and a new day is about to come.