Mysterious mirror hanging high

"How dare you! Now that you are here before His Majesty, why don't you kneel?"

Among the ministers, a middle-aged general wearing jade scale armor shouted angrily.

This person is a Yuanying Zhenjun of the Nangong family, but he is the only die-hard imperial clan faction among the eight major families. Naturally, he has to perform well.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my disrespectful behavior in front of Prince Liquan's palace!"

However, Ying Wuxin, who was sitting high on the dragon throne, waved his hand and said magnanimously, "Forget it..."

"Brother Wang, do you know why I summoned all the royal family members and officials today?"

Jing Yu feigned doubt and said, "I don't know. Your Majesty, please explain clearly."

"The spirit lamp of Concubine Duan has just gone out. She is already dead. The palace eunuchs have gone to collect her body... When I was still a prince, Concubine Duan treated me well. Upon hearing this tragic news, I am filled with grief and can hardly contain myself."

Although Ying Wuxin said that he was "sad in heart", his face did not show any sadness. Instead, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth as he continued:

"The extermination of the Gongsun clan... was orchestrated by the late emperor. Concubine Duan harbored resentment, and so she assassinated the late emperor, committing a grave error."

"It was later confirmed that Gongsun was framed by treacherous officials and was innocent... The late emperor, feeling guilty towards Concubine Duan, pardoned her crime of assassinating the emperor and imprisoned her in Liquan Villa for the rest of her life."

"After the late emperor passed away, I couldn't bear to think about this matter every time... I wanted to overturn the Gongsun family's verdict, but because of the late emperor's face, I couldn't make up my mind."

"Today, I suddenly heard the tragic news that the Gongsun family, one of the eight great aristocratic families, has lost all its direct descendants. This is truly tragic and lamentable."

Ying Wuxin stood up from the dragon throne, holding the imperial seal, and paced back and forth, saying:

"After much deliberation, I have decided to vindicate Gongsun."

The six True Lords of the great families of His Highness sneered in their hearts, but kept it secret and just watched Ying Wuxin perform alone with cold eyes.

Jing Yu chuckled softly upon hearing this, and slowly said, "Since the death of my mother, the Gongsun clan has no more bloodline left here. What difference does it make whether it's redressed or not?"

"Isn't there still you?"

A sinister expression appeared on Ying Wuxin's face, and his voice was chilling: "Brother Wang, don't you also have half Gongsun blood flowing in your veins?"

"Oh?"

Jing Yu asked, "If that's the case, it seems Your Majesty is planning to reward me... I wonder what kind of compensation Your Majesty intends to give me for redressing the Gongsun family? How can this image of redressing a loyal and righteous person be fulfilled?"

"Of course there are rewards."

Ying Wuxin said leisurely: "But..."

"Ying Wuyi, when the palace eunuchs discovered Concubine Duan's body, they found her imprisoned in the underground palace, tortured beyond recognition... That underground palace is hidden, and I'm afraid you're the only one in the other palace who knows its location. How do you explain this?"

Sure enough, Ying Wuxin's words confirmed Jing Yu's guess, and a huge weight of relief fell from his heart.

Ying Wuyi muttered in his sea of ​​consciousness, "He...why did he say that? I tortured that bitch with my father's approval..."

"You idiot, you're not only perverted, but your brain isn't working very well either."

Jing Yu's indifferent voice echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Don't you understand yet? From the very beginning, they didn't regard you as a pure imperial clan. The Gongsun bloodline must be eradicated from this world. This is the condition for redress... And if they want to eliminate the Gongsun bloodline in you, what is the simplest way?"

"No! You...you should explain to Ying Wuxin and just say, just say...it was my father who instructed me to do this!" Ying Wuyi murmured.

Jing Yu rolled his eyes inwardly and ignored the fool in his sea of ​​consciousness. He crossed his arms and said:

"Your Majesty should have the answer in mind. Why beat around the bush?"

"it is good!"

Ying Wuxin clapped his hands and laughed, "That's great!"

"Brother Wang, since you have admitted to torturing Concubine Duan and causing her death, then..."

"My Immortal Dynasty governs the world with filial piety. To murder one's own mother is such an act that goes against human ethics and is truly appalling...According to the law, it is a capital crime."

"As the saying goes, rewards and punishments cannot be offset. Brother Wang, since you have received the reward, I will send you on your way. How about that?"

Zhao Yuanxi, who was standing behind King Ningyuan, felt a sinking feeling in her heart, and could hardly control the expression on her face. Countermeasures raced through her mind, but she became dejected and helpless after a moment. There were quite a few Yuanying True Lords here, and there were also several Shenhua Heavenly Lords who were cultivating in seclusion behind the Immortal Dynasty. Even Ying Wuxin himself had the combat power of Shenhua with the imperial seal. What could she, a mere Jindan early stage cultivator, do?

"Uncle..."

Before Jing Yu could speak, a white-haired old man stood out from the crowd. It was the True Lord of the Liu Family [Liu Yan].

This person said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty! There are still many doubts in this matter. Shouldn't we examine it more carefully? After all, Prince Liquan is a descendant of the Divine Cauldron Emperor, so we must treat it with caution..."

Cao Wangzhen and Yuwen Baozhan also stood up silently. Sima Xuanzhao took a few steps slowly, but lagged behind the three True Lords by several steps, looking somewhat reluctant.

"How dare you! You actually questioned His Majesty's decision to his face. Are you trying to force the emperor to abdicate?"

The True Lord of the Nangong family glared at Cao Wangzhen and the others, but because they were outnumbered, he did not step forward to stop them.

"I just have some questions. Why does Lord Nangong have to accuse me of forcing the emperor to abdicate?" Cao Wangzhen said with a wry smile.

boom!

An extremely powerful aura burst out from the imperial seal in Ying Wuxin's hand.

Countless incense sticks and wishes condensed into the real dragon energy of the emperor, which rolled towards Cao Wangzhen and others!

"Chuck...cluck..."

The spiritual pressure was too strong. Even without using any magic power, it pressed several Yuanying Zhenjun to the ground, forcing them to grit their teeth and use all their magic power to resist the spiritual pressure.

"How is that possible? Simply suppressing several Nascent Soul True Lords with spiritual pressure is definitely not a power that can be possessed by an [Early Stage Pseudo-God Transformation]! It should be at least a mid-stage Pseudo-God Transformation... Why is the Immortal Emperor's authority becoming more and more stable?"

Cao Wangzhen and others were shocked and angry, and could not figure it out.

Seeing this, Ying Wuxin was secretly proud and thought to himself: "You bunch of traitors, how could you know why I inherited this throne..."

"Back then, Prince Ningyuan's reputation for virtue spread far and wide, and he was favored by my father. He was the most likely candidate to succeed him. However, I have the physique that is most compatible with this [Imperial Seal], and I can unleash its full power! This is why my father had no choice but to compromise with the Heavenly Sovereigns and help me ascend to the throne."

"They're just a bunch of chickens and dogs..."

The next moment, the overwhelming spiritual pressure dissipated, and the True Lords of several major families stood up with lingering fear, reading the fear in each other's eyes.

"The power of the Immortal Dynasty is still strong... Now is not the time for us aristocratic families to compete for supremacy!"

But they soon discovered something unusual. Just now, Jing Yu was facing Ying Wuxin and was closest to the dragon throne. He was also within the coverage of the spiritual pressure, but why was this young man in the Jindan stage still standing straight, seemingly not affected at all?