I transmigrated to ancient times and became a king with a title equal to mine.

Long Yingkun is not a fool, he is a fool. King Long Yunfu could not possibly love him so much. Which of his nine sons is not a genius? Even the ninth prince, that good-for-nothing, was just pretending to be crazy.

Long Yingkun actually looked down on the sycophants around him. He also wanted to do something great and become a wise ruler for all time.

Seeing the vulgar ministers around him, he sneered and cursed inwardly, "Once I ascend the throne, I will definitely teach you all a lesson!"

Just as Long Yingkun was planning his path to the throne, Long Yingshan, the Prince of Lingjiang, who was far away on the north bank of the Jiupai River, quietly mobilized his elite troops to seize Pingling City and appointed Lin Shan as the General of the Vanguard Battalion of the Yangzhou County Anti-Rebel Army and the Prefect of Pingling.

The Seventh Prince suddenly mobilized his troops and issued a proclamation denouncing Empress Xiao for her shameless affair with Long Yunxi, and declaring that Long Yingkun was not the King's son. He also appealed to the people and officials of the court to see clearly the true colors of Empress Xiao and her son.

The Fifth Prince, Long Yingbing, immediately responded to his Seventh Brother's manifesto and cheered for him.

Dark clouds suddenly blanketed the territory of Great Xia, making it difficult for people to breathe.

The winter rain was continuous and the cold wind was biting. The eldest prince, Long Yingshen, stood by the window, gazing at the blurry world outside.

Raindrops tapped incessantly against the windowpane, making a crisp sound, as if telling of the approaching storm.

His eyes were deep and resolute, revealing an indomitable will.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready and awaits your command." A deep voice sounded behind Long Yingshen, interrupting his thoughts.

Lung Ying-shen turned around, looked at the man in black in front of him, and nodded.

"Very good. Keep a close eye on Long Yingkun and Empress Xiao's movements. Report any unusual activity to me immediately."

Lung Ying-shen's voice was calm and decisive, revealing an unquestionable authority.

The man in black responded and turned to disappear into the night.

Lung Ying-shen turned his gaze back to the window, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

He knew that the palace struggle had reached a fever pitch, and everyone could become someone else's pawn; a single misstep could lead to utter ruin.

But he also understood that for the sake of the Great Xia dynasty and the people's peaceful life, he had to step forward and fight to the death against those ambitious people.

His heart was filled with worry, but he knew even more that he could not back down or fail.

Meanwhile, a grand banquet was being held at Lung Ying-kun's residence.

Dressed in splendid attire, Lung Ying-kun sat in the main seat, a smug smile on his face.

He was surrounded by a group of sycophantic officials who kept toasting Lung Ying-kun and congratulating him on his upcoming ascension to the throne.

Lung Ying-kun smiled smugly as he accepted their congratulations.

However, deep within his heart lurked a profound unease.

He always felt that something was about to happen, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

"Your Highness, it is truly a joyous occasion that you are about to ascend the throne!" An official raised his cup to toast Long Yingkun.

Lung Ying-kun accepted the toast with a smile, but felt even more uneasy inside.

He looked around and saw that the officials' eyes were filled with greed and ambition, which made him even more certain of his premonition.

"Hmph! After I ascend the throne, I will definitely teach those disobedient fellows a lesson!" Long Yingkun secretly vowed in his heart.

However, he was unaware that his ambition and arrogance had plunged him into an abyss of no return.

Just as Lung Ying-kun was immersed in the joy of his impending ascension to the throne, a crisis was quietly approaching.

Lung Ying-shen and his allies have already begun their operation. They have secretly contacted officials and generals who are dissatisfied with Lung Ying-kun, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to him at a critical moment.

Meanwhile, Empress Xiao was enjoying a moment of pleasure with the fake king, Long Yunxi.

She was completely unaware that a crisis was quietly approaching.

Her heart was filled with nothing but the desire for power. She thought she had the situation firmly under control, but she didn't realize that she had become someone else's pawn.

The winter rain continued incessantly, and the cold wind grew even more biting.

On this turbulent night, a dramatic palace coup is about to unfold.

Everyone is secretly plotting their own agenda, and everyone is busy striving for their own benefit.

Lung Ying-shen had been standing by the window for over an hour, gazing at the blurry world outside, his heart filled with worry and anticipation.

He didn't know what the future held, but he knew he had to fight for the fate of the Great Xia Dynasty.

He wants to redeem himself for all the sins he has committed over the past ten years through his own efforts, and even with his own life.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"No matter the outcome, I will have a clear conscience," Lung Ying-shen silently vowed in his heart.

He turned and walked to his desk, where he began to draft a secret order.

This secret order will determine his next course of action and the outcome of this court struggle.

Meanwhile, at Long Yingkun's mansion, a grand banquet continued. However, beneath the joyous atmosphere lurked a deep crisis. Long Yingkun's ambition and arrogance had alienated him from the people, and his allies were secretly plotting their own interests.

Just then, a man dressed in black quietly entered the banquet hall. His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, scanning everyone present.

He held a sharp dagger in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly.

"Who are you? What do you want?" an official shouted in terror.

However, before he could finish speaking, the man in black had already rushed in front of him and stabbed him to the ground.

The banquet hall erupted into chaos as people screamed and ran in terror.

Long Yingkun was so frightened that he jumped up from his seat. He looked around and found that his guards had all disappeared.

"Who...who are you? What do you want?" Long Yingkun asked in terror.

However, before he could finish speaking, the man in black had already rushed in front of him and slashed him to the ground.

Blood stained the banquet hall floor, and a pungent, metallic smell filled the air. People stared in horror, unsure of what to do.

At this time, Lung Ying-shen had already received the news.

He gave a cold laugh, then stood up and walked towards the secret room.

He knew that the palace struggle had reached its final stage, and he had to personally intervene to ensure victory.

In the secret chamber, Lung Ying-shen and his allies discussed their next move. They decided to launch a coup immediately to wipe out Lung Ying-kun's forces.

At the same time, they also decided to send envoys to secretly contact officials and military commanders in various places to seek support. "Aim high, be down-to-earth, and use your diligent hands to draw up the blueprint for your ideals."

Goodnight, everyone!