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

"Your Majesty, we will surely win!" the allies said with great confidence.

Lung Ying-shen nodded, but his heart was filled with worry.

He knew that the outcome of this palace struggle depended not only on the strength of their forces, but also on a variety of factors such as popular support and changes in the situation.

Moreover, Empress Xiao is a cunning and unpredictable viper.

"No matter what, we must do our best," Long Yingshen said. "For the sake of the Great Xia Dynasty and the people's peaceful and prosperous lives, we must step forward!"

The atmosphere in the sealed room immediately became serious.

Everyone was keenly aware of the importance of this struggle and understood their own responsibilities. They all expressed their determination to do everything in their power to support Lung Ying-shen's action plan.

The steward rushed in to report: "Your Highness, we dispatched thirty-one messengers and have received twenty-three messages via special carrier pigeon. All twenty-three replies are in support of us!"

Upon hearing this, Lung Ying-shen was overjoyed and immediately convened a pre-operation assessment meeting. He wanted to scrutinize the action plan repeatedly and take into account any possible unforeseen circumstances.

A thrilling palace intrigue is about to unfold...

The night is dark and the cold wind is howling.

Lung Ying-shen led his team and quietly approached Lung Ying-kun's residence.

Their hearts were filled with tension and anticipation, for they knew that the outcome of this struggle would determine the future of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Meanwhile, chaos continued at Lung Ying-kun's residence.

Long Yingkun's guards are struggling to resist the attack of the men in black, but their strength is waning.

"You traitors! How dare you betray me!" Long Yingkun roared from inside the house.

However, his roar did not intimidate the men in black; instead, it fueled their fighting spirit.

Just then, Lung Ying-shen led his troops into Lung Ying-kun's residence. They joined forces with the men in black and attacked Lung Ying-kun together.

A fierce battle unfolded in Long Yingkun's mansion.

Swords clashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and a pungent smell of blood filled the air.

Everyone fought with all their might, because they knew that the outcome of this struggle would determine their life or death.

After a fierce battle, Lung Ying-shen finally captured Lung Ying-kun.

They took him to a secret room for his final trial.

In the secret room, Lung Ying-shen stared coldly at Lung Ying-kun, his eyes filled with anger and disappointment.

"You have betrayed the Great Xia Dynasty and the people! What else do you have to say?" Long Yingshen roared.

Lung Ying-kun lowered his head and remained silent.

He knew he had been exposed and had nothing more to say. He silently awaited the final verdict.

Just as the eldest prince, Long Yingshen, was interrogating the second prince, Long Yingkun, all the guards outside the secret room suddenly collapsed to the ground.

The door to the secret room was pushed open.

Lung Ying-shen assumed it was one of his men reporting something, and without turning his head, asked, "What is it?"

The visitor said coldly and mercilessly, "I'll send you to hell!"

"..."

Lung Ying-shen was a martial arts master, a grandmaster, but he didn't even have time to react before the newcomer chopped off his head with a single blow.

Long Yingkun, who was tied to the iron pillar, was overjoyed when he saw a masked man enter and kill the boss in one fell swoop.

"You are my father..."

He hadn't uttered more than a few words before his head fell to the ground.

The masked man killed two princes and said to Long Yingkun, "There's nothing I can do. You're a threat to me as long as you're alive. Your venomous mother probably won't tolerate you either. Because she wants the Great Xia Kingdom to be ruled by the Xiao family."

The masked man left the secret chamber and set it on fire, along with the eldest prince's residence.

The next morning at court, when the civil and military officials arrived, they were all astonished to see the king already seated on the dragon throne.

After a massive, overwhelming display of obeisance, the king said in a deep voice, "My lords, you may rise!"

"Thank you for your great favor, Your Majesty! Long live the King! Long live the King! Long live the King!"

"My esteemed subjects, last night the most serious tragedy since the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty occurred in the royal palace."

The ministers were taken aback.

"Queen Xiao and her son Long Yingkun wreaked havoc in the palace, attempting to overthrow the dynasty. The eldest son, Long Yingshen, fought back fiercely."

With tears streaming down his face, the king said, "The two sides clashed in the Crown Prince's palace. As a result, after the orphan killed Queen Xiao and her son, he was killed by Long Yunxi who arrived at the scene. Moreover, he also burned down Shen'er's residence."

The king broke down in tears upon hearing this.

The ministers were all stunned.

Wei Zhong frowned as he stared at the king, repeatedly asking himself: "This person on the dragon throne doesn't look like Yunfu at all."

The king's cries echoed through the magnificent palace, as if soaking every corner of the court in sorrow. His tears, like pearls from a broken string, rolled down his dragon robe, shimmering with a desolate light.

The ministers looked at each other, utterly horrified.

They had never seen the king so distraught, and could hardly believe that the eldest prince, Long Yingshen, had met with misfortune.

Long Yingshen was the governor of the Imperial Guard in Kyoto, and his martial arts skills ranked among the top ten in China. How could he have been suddenly killed?

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence, with only the king's cries echoing incessantly.

"I am truly heartbroken!"

The king suddenly stopped crying, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. "Queen Xiao and her son Long Yingkun dare to attempt to overthrow the dynasty of my Great Xia! They are colluding with foreign enemies, intending to change the dynasty. How can I, the king, allow them to succeed!"

The ministers were terrified and lowered their heads, not daring to meet the king's gaze. They knew in their hearts that the cruelty of this palace intrigue far exceeded their imagination.

"Fortunately, I still have loyal ministers and generals!" The king's voice echoed in the hall, "He killed Queen Xiao and her son, avenging the eldest prince! It's just a pity that my son Shen'er also tragically died in this battle..."

At this point, the king broke down in tears again, tears streaming down his face. Seeing this, the ministers also wept, and the entire hall was filled with an atmosphere of sorrow.

However, at that moment, a discordant voice suddenly rang out: "Your Majesty, if I may be so bold as to ask, where is the meritorious official who killed Empress Xiao and her son? Why has he not come to pay homage to Your Majesty?"

The speaker was Wei Zhong. His voice echoed in the hall like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the silence. The ministers all turned their gazes to him, secretly speculating about his intentions.

The king was taken aback by these words, then glared at them angrily: "Wei Zhong, how dare you ask such a rude question at this moment! The hero who saved my life is seriously injured and is currently recuperating in a secluded place!"

Wei Zhong, however, remained unfazed and continued, "Your Majesty, I find this matter rather strange. Why did this incident happen precisely last night? And why were Queen Xiao and her son able to be killed? I dare to speculate that there might be more to this story."