The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

Fu Zhanxiong's crown tassel had already rolled away and no one knew where it was. He slumped on the dragon throne, looking at his trembling hands, and stepped back.

Jiang Yingxue picked up the Buzhou Sword and rushed onto the dragon throne without saying a word.

"What...what is the Crown Princess of Yun Country trying to do? Are you...are you trying to stir up conflict between the two countries and start a war?"

"I'm not the Crown Prince of the Yun Kingdom. I don't care whether there's a war or not. The Soul Gathering Lamp, I want your Soul Gathering Lamp."

Fu Zhanxiong secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Isn't it just the Soul Gathering Lamp?"

He pointed to the brightest candle in front of him and said, "This is it."

Jiang Yingxue glanced at the lamp. It was indeed beautiful, but how could it appear so casually?

"You lied to me?" Jiang Yingxue pushed the sword forward.

"But it is a soul-gathering lamp! I saw that its candle flame could not be extinguished by the wind and it was very powerful, so I placed it on the table to provide lighting. Do you have any objections?"

Jiang Yingxue frowned, as if it was true...they had made such a big noise just now that they had put out all the candles around, and only this lamp was still on.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yingxue put away the sword and snatched the lamp.

"Thanks."

After she finished speaking, she leaped up and landed beside Yan Chuan in a few steps: "Come on, let's go outside and find your lost soul."

Yan Chuan took the soul-gathering lamp hesitantly and walked out of the hall with Jiang Yingxue in full view of everyone.

Fu Zhanxiong reacted and immediately shouted: "Protect! Protect the emperor!"

I had my neck held by two people in one night, and now I can't help but be afraid.

"Didn't you eight great families claim to be loyal to me? Come and protect me! I will spare you this time!"

Fu Rong sat aside, watching coldly. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she rolled her eyes: "Father, you've almost poisoned everyone in the major families to death, and you're still calling for protection? Don't you think you're ridiculous?"

"Yes, poison, antidote, I have the antidote here." After saying that, Fu Zhanxiong quickly took out the bottle of antidote and said, "Come on, my dear daughter, help your father distribute these antidotes."

Fu Rong almost gritted her teeth when she heard the word "good daughter". She raised her eyebrows and looked at Fu Zhanxiong coldly: "Even if you don't say it, I will do it."

As she spoke, Fu Rong rushed forward, snatched the bottle from Fu Zhanxiong's hand, and fed the antidote to the poisoned people one by one.

When the effect of the medicine began to show, their faces finally recovered from their deathly silence, and almost instantly, they regained some strength.

Fu Zhanxiong saw these people gradually recovering, and his expression relaxed. He quickly ordered, "Since you have all recovered, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and take down these traitors!"

However, the family heads looked at each other, their eyes showing no anger, only a complex disappointment. Then, they all smiled and shook their heads slightly.

He Qingfeng shouted to the king, "Your Majesty, this has truly chilled the hearts of our eight great families. We were nearly poisoned to death by you just now. How can you have the nerve to let us continue to work for you?"

"You!" He just pointed at He Qingfeng.

Suddenly everyone stood up from their seats.

The sounds of chairs and stools falling over could be heard one after another. The spiritual energy of the patriarchs of the eight great families surged, stirring up gusts of strong wind in the hall.

"You! You!" Fu Zhanxiong's voice trembled with fear. He stumbled back, and the pearl curtain of the crown shook violently: "Someone, protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!"

His shouts echoed in the empty hall, but no one answered.

Old Zheng stroked his beard and suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter echoed through the hall like a bell, shaking the candlelight. "I remember the king just said that each of our aristocratic families is like an army."

He slowly drew the long sword from his waist, the blade gleaming with a faint cold light: "Now that the backbones of the eight great families are here, Your Majesty, do you think we can't defeat those guards in your palace?"

Fu Zhanxiong looked at the flashing sword light and couldn't help but panic: "You...you are really rebelling! Master Zheng! Are you trying to kill the king?"

"How could that be?" Old Zheng laughed twice. "I just suddenly wanted to admire my sword. But it's true that swords have no eyes, don't you think? King?"

"What are you going to do?"

"We just want the king to give us an explanation!" Zheng Lao's voice exploded like thunder. "We agreed to settle in Canglan Kingdom because the late emperor promised us wealth and glory, and we also promised the late emperor to protect Canglan Kingdom." He pressed the tip of his knife slightly downwards. "Now you want to kill us directly. Do you think we will still support you?"

Elder Zheng suddenly sheathed his sword, the sound of metal friction being particularly harsh in the silent hall. “Since Your Majesty is so unkind and unjust,” he said, glancing at the heads of other noble families. “Don’t blame my Zheng family for leaving Canglan Country first!”

"Absolutely not!" Fu Rong immediately ran to Mr. Zheng and said, "Canglan Country can only be what it is today thanks to the aristocratic families guarding the north and south. If we leave Canglan Country, I'm afraid that the monsters in the South Mountain and North Sea will escape and harm Canglan Country! Please, Mr. Zheng, for the sake of the lives of the people of Canglan Country, don't leave..."

"How ridiculous! Why didn't you consider the common people when you were killing us just now?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Rong gritted her teeth.

She walked up to Fu Zhanxiong and said, "Father, you have the intention to murder the eight great families today. You should give them an explanation."

"You!" Brother Fu Zhan pointed at Fu Rong. After a while, he withdrew his hand, clenched his fist, and his fingers turned white. "Tell me, what do I have to say?"

"Father, you've been so busy and toiled for so many years. How about you step back and stay behind the scenes?"

"You rebellious girl!" Fu Zhanxiong's chest heaved with anger. "So you've been holding it in all this time? I abdicate? Then tell me, who will take the throne after I abdicate?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the princes present immediately straightened their backs.

"Isn't the harem and children the most important things for Father? You're not worried about having no successors, are you?"

The eldest prince immediately stepped forward and knelt before Fu Zhanxiong: "Your Highness, I am willing to take on this important responsibility to relieve your father's worries!"

Fu Zhanxiong glanced at the eldest prince. Among so many children, the eldest prince was indeed the closest to him.

Although each of them has evil ambitions, the eldest prince is at least more controllable.

"Okay." Fu Zhanxiong glanced at everyone present and said, "Then I will abdicate and let the eldest prince take the throne. Is Patriarch Zheng satisfied with this?"

Mr. Zheng snorted coldly.

He glanced at the Cen family's patriarch, who was the most seriously injured, and then looked at Fu Zhanxiong: "What makes you think that we will be willing to stay in Canglan Country if the eldest prince ascends the throne? If we have to choose, we should choose a monarch we recognize!"

"What?" Fu Zhanxiong's eyes flashed with a fierce look. "Master Zheng, if you don't support my child, do you want to change the dynasty of Canglan Kingdom? Or do you, Zheng, want to kill the king and seize the country? "

"I dare not, I dare not, but compared to the eldest prince, I think the fifth princess Fu Rong is more suitable!"

"Asshole!" The king slammed the table. "How can a woman be king in this world?"