Marry my elder sister? Fine! I'll give you the letter of annulment and marry someone else.

So it doesn't matter who ascends the throne to him, because no matter who it is, there is no need to deal with someone like him.

On the contrary, keeping him would show mercy.

Therefore, buying this mansion is a sure win for him.

Mu Qiancheng has already paid all the money, so Song Zhi only needs to go back early to collect the dowry.

Then, the three people's eyes flashed with the same meaning: escape!

Song Zhi's purpose of being in jail has almost been achieved. I think the women in every city are already on their way to meet Xin Wanyun.

When everyone arrives, it will be a very large team.

She asked Mr. She to lead the way and quickly escaped.

In fact, it shouldn't have been so easy for them to leave, because Mu Yuanzhi also ran away to help them share a large part of the military force.

So it took them almost no effort to escape.

In the Funing Palace, the emperor leaned on the couch exhausted.

Soon someone reported Song Zhi and her friends' escape from prison. Surprisingly, the emperor was not as furious as expected.

He looked at Mu Nanqi who was standing beside him. "I won't touch her, and I don't really intend to do anything to her. I just want to pretend to force Long Wu out."

He looked out the window sadly. The sun was shining brightly and it was spring. A breeze blew, swaying the lush green leaves and the lovely little flowers on the branches.

He thought that if such sunlight shone on his body, it would be very warm.

Just like when Long Wu was by his side.

"She'll never forgive me, will she?"

"I don't know."

Mu Nanqi dropped these two words stiffly, with no expression on his face.

The emperor sighed, "Actually, I'd rather she resent me, hate me, and blame me than just look at me coldly and indifferently like a stranger, as if we've never met before."

He was a little depressed. "How can she be so calm? She is too calm."

The emperor's eyes were red and he was crying.

His shoulders kept shaking and his eyes were filled with tears like a child.

He hadn't shown such a vulnerable side for a long, long time, but now he couldn't hold it back any longer.

He thought he had a smooth life, but in the end he had nothing.

The emperor moved his lips, his voice filled with pleading, "Nan Qi, can you call me father again?"

Mu Nanqi couldn't say anything.

In the end, he still couldn't betray his own heart, and the deafening silence said it all.

The emperor smiled disappointedly and gave himself a way out. "Forget it, forget it. I have one last question."

He thought it over again and again, then spoke hesitantly, "Is it true that your mother can never come here again? She said that even your own flesh and blood can't call her back."

Mu Nanqi's eyes dimmed, and after a long silence, he hummed and snorted, "Hmm."

The last glimmer of hope in the emperor's eyes also disappeared.

His eyes became empty and lifeless, staring at the beams, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the quiet moment, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly broke the silence, and a group of soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp blades rushed into the palace like a tide.

Their footsteps were heavy and orderly. The patrolling guards were the first to notice something was wrong. They were about to report it, but before they could even make a sound, they were quickly and efficiently dealt with by these soldiers.

The further they went in, the more guards there were. However, this group of soldiers seemed to be well prepared. They broke through all the defenses with great force and approached the Funing Palace step by step.

A strong smell of blood spread, and everyone finally realized that a traitor had entered the palace.

The guards from all over were panicked and rushed here. They took up weapons to resist. In an instant, shouts, sounds of swords clashing, and screams were intertwined.

The palace maids and eunuchs ran around, screaming one after another.

The concubines were terrified and hid in the corner of the palace, trembling.

It happened so suddenly that everyone was caught off guard.

Finally, the soldiers arrived in front of the Funing Palace.

The guards protecting the Funing Palace looked vulnerable, and the other side killed them easily as if they were chopping cabbage.

Screams were heard everywhere, and soon blood flowed like a river in front of the Funing Palace.

Through the window, Mu Nanqi saw clearly the leader of the other party.

His expression changed and he frowned tightly.

"What happened? Was it an assassin?"

Faced with such a commotion, the emperor, who was lying on the bed and could hardly move, seemed to have guessed something. There was a look of disbelief in his eyes, but he still asked this question to deceive himself.

Mu Nanqi said bluntly: "No, it was Mu Yuanzhi who rebelled and has already led his men to the outside of Funing Palace."

The situation was pressing. He lowered his head and looked at the emperor with a flicker in his eyes, as if hesitating whether to take the emperor with him to escape.

After all, Song Zhi had not left Beijing yet. It would be best if the emperor died after they had safely reached the border.

However, when he thought of the emperor's trump card of the Iron Cavalry, he felt that there was no need for him to take action.

The emperor obviously saw what he was thinking and waved his hand, saying, "Go away. I will be fine."

Mu Nanqi had no feelings for the emperor to begin with, so he didn't act pretentiously when he heard this. He flew out of the rear window.

Seeing him leave so abruptly, the emperor looked a little hurt.

However, this injury of his was nothing compared to what he had done to Nan Qi in the past.

Just as Mu Nanqi was about to leave, the door of the bedroom was suddenly pushed open.

After a loud bang, a group of fully armed soldiers filed in, holding shining swords and with murderous expressions on their faces.

After they controlled the entire bedroom, they all stepped aside to make way.

Mu Yuanzhi, wearing black armor, walked in calmly from this path. The long sword in his hand was still stained with blood, and his eyes were firm and cold.

The emperor lay there motionless, his eyes wide open in anger.

"Sixth Brother, you are so brave!"

He said this through gritted teeth, his beard trembling slightly with anger.

Mu Yuanzhi threw the face in his hand aside nonchalantly, then sat at the table, poured himself a cup of tea and started drinking.

He exuded a strong smell of blood, and his face no longer had the usual warm look.

"Father, the victors are the kings and the losers are the bandits. I think you understand this principle."

The emperor sneered, "The victors are kings and the losers are bandits? You're too naive to think the outcome is decided now."

"If you surrender now and end your own life, I can still save your dignity."

Mu Yuanzhi placed the teacup firmly on the table and slowly stood up.

He took out a written decree of succession from his arms and threw it beside the bed.

"Father, I also want to say this to you. If you cooperate and affix the imperial seal to cede the throne to me, I can still give you the dignity of a retired emperor."

There was a determination in his eyes, and a token fell from his palm.

"Your cavalry is following orders, and this token is now in my hands."