Marrying the Crown Prince

There are two possibilities: one is that they rushed to the place where Zhang Siwu and Zhang Sicheng were being held.

However, the place is heavily guarded, so it wouldn't be easy for Zhang Siwu and Zhang Sicheng to break in, or even if they did, to hurt Li Zixiao.

Another possibility is...

"She ran into the Golden Palace?"

The Golden Palace is where the court is held, and this time is precisely the time for the morning court session.

Li Li nodded, "Yes, this servant couldn't stop her."

Who dares to stop them?

Li Zixiao held the imperial sword bestowed upon the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion by the late emperor, and then placed it against his own neck...

If she had held someone else's neck, those guards would have dared to rush up and disarm her with their bare hands, but instead, she held her own neck.

How can we take it?

Who dares to bet?

So, Li Zixiao barged in.

Today at court, the officials were divided into two factions. One faction advocated war and suggested sacrificing these envoys from the Western Qin state to the flag. The other faction advocated rest and recuperation, because in war, it is always the common people who suffer. The common people need to rebuild their homes, and the army also needs to rest and recuperate.

Then they started arguing.

One person called the other a coward, saying that he could still shamelessly fawn over him after being humiliated like that; the other called the other a brute, saying that all he knew was how to fight and never considered reality.

As they continued hurling insults, they started hitting each other.

There are always taunts and taunts, like "You pull my hair ornament, I'll kick your thigh." There are people who try to break up fights, but most of them are just taking sides.

Therefore, the scene was even more lively than a vegetable market.

Finally, after arguing for so long that Li Ziyan's head started to ache, he made a gesture, and immediately a guard stepped forward to pull the person away.

Li Ziyan's face was dark as he looked at the people below and sneered, "Well, I didn't know that all my ministers were brave and skilled in battle."

"If I had known you would all be like this, I shouldn't have let the Duke of Zhenguo and his men guard that pass; you should have been the ones to guard it."

The ministers all lowered their heads, lowered their eyes, and fell silent, looking honest and docile, with expressions that said, "I know I was wrong."

Finally, Li Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief after yelling at the person, and then Li Zixiao barged in.

She appeared in the center of the hall, sword in hand, exuding murderous intent; however, the sword was held to her own neck.

Li Ziyan: "..."

I don't know what expression to use to face this; it's like one problem after another.

The court officials whispered among themselves upon seeing this scene, and then Li Zixiao knelt down with a thud.

She held the sword high and said, "Your subject, Princess Shun'an, of the second rank, pays respects to Your Majesty. Long live the Emperor!"

Li Ziyan looked at Li Zixiao kneeling below with a forced smile and asked, "Shun'an, you barged in here so early in the morning with a sword. Don't tell me you came here specifically to pay your respects?"

Li Zixiao raised her face, her eyes shining, "Your Majesty is wise, I do indeed have a request."

"I implore Your Majesty, for the sake of the countless soldiers who died in battle and the innocent civilians who were killed, to execute Zhang Sicheng and Zhang Siwu of the Western Qin Kingdom."

“Shun’an,” Li Ziyan said, sitting high above, his eyes as usual. But having held a high position for so long, he naturally exuded a faint air of authority and indifference. “I will discuss this matter with my court officials. You may leave now.”

Li Zixiao seemed not to understand the warning in his tone and repeated, "I know that Your Majesty has many concerns and dares not take action. Therefore, I ask Your Majesty to expel me from the imperial clan."

You are the emperor, you have your concerns, and you must think about the people; but my heart is very small, only a tiny space, and all I can see is what is right in front of me.

Therefore, I will give you a solution that satisfies both sides—you will demote me to a commoner, so that my actions will have nothing to do with the Li family or the royal family of Chen Kingdom.

Li Ziyan's face suddenly darkened, like a sky shrouded in dark clouds.

He opened his mouth and shouted, "Shun'an!"

Li Zixiao seemed not to hear her. She kowtowed heavily, her head hitting the ground, her voice echoing in the hall, "I beg Your Majesty to remove me from the imperial clan and strip me of my honor."

Li Ziyan's gaze turned cold as he stared intently at Li Zixiao, like a razor-sharp blade. "Do you know what you're saying?"

Li Zixiao raised her eyes and stared at him intently, her expression resolute and unwavering, as if she were prepared to face any difficulties and challenges.

"I beg Your Majesty to remove me from the imperial clan and demote me to a commoner."

Wow!

It was Li Ziyan who slammed the memorials on the table to the ground, the memorials falling like snowflakes with a loud thud.

"Your Majesty, rest your anger."

"Your Majesty, rest your anger."

……

It was the sound of court officials kneeling and pleading for Li Zixiao.

"Get out and kneel down. If you can't figure it out, then keep kneeling!" His voice was like thunder before a storm, carrying endless authority and oppression.

“Your Majesty…” Several courtiers who were on good terms with Zhenguo Gong wanted to say a few words of advice, but they all fell silent when they met Li Ziyan’s gloomy and terrifying eyes.

Li Ziyan's temperament appears gentle and humble, but it is definitely not good.

He was usually very easygoing with his court officials and palace servants, but once he made a decision, even if a court official were to die in the Golden Palace, his blood splattering three feet high, he wouldn't even blink.

Therefore, no matter how loudly the court officials argued today, they immediately quieted down as soon as Li Ziyan intervened.

Now that he's truly enraged, few dare to step forward and offer a word of advice.

An emperor is an existence that transcends all people, and to him, the masses are nothing more than insignificant ants.

Therefore, few dared to challenge the emperor's authority.

About half an hour passed, and the court assembly had ended. Under the blazing sun, Li Zixiao's clothes were already soaked with sweat.

Her forehead was wet, and the strands of hair clung tightly to her skin, making her look utterly disheveled.

Li Zixiao had never suffered much hardship since childhood, but now, after kneeling for so long, her head was spinning and her vision was blurring.

Just then, a shadow appeared, blocking the sun's scorching heat. She struggled to lift her head and saw that it was Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou held up the umbrella and quietly watched her. "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" she asked, then shook her head in refusal. "I'll stay right here."

Zhou Zhou sat up straight and asked her, "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Li Zixiao stuck out her tongue and gently licked her lips, which had become extremely dry from not having water for a long time. "No!"

Her eyes were red, filled with anger and stubbornness. "I just want to avenge Liu Jingyuan. What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?"

She screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes filled with despair and resentment as she looked at Zhou Zhou.

After saying that, tears welled up in Li Zixiao's eyes like a burst dam, streaming down her cheeks and mingling with the sweat dripping from her forehead, falling onto the scorching hot ground.

Each drop seemed to carry endless sorrow and pain, deeply piercing the heart.

Zhou Zhou looked at the heartbroken, tearful girl in front of him and felt a pang of heartache.

She slowly stretched out her arms and embraced the person, gently patting her back, saying, "Cry, cry..."

Crying may not solve the problem, but it can at least bring a moment of solace and peace to the soul.

Feeling the trembling of the person in his arms, Zhou Zhou's eyes gradually reddened, and tears welled up in them.

How could she not know the pain in her heart?