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"Is it that when the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die? Or is it a dream between ruler and subject, with the subject dying for loyalty?" Jiang Hetai, clutching his missing right arm, gradually transformed from disdainful sneer into a desperate madness.

He walked slowly, step by step, toward the high and mighty emperor. "Is your relationship with the emperor, Zheng Hongyuan, just about discarding the millstone after it has served its purpose, and kicking away the bridge after it has been crossed? You, Zheng Hongyuan, want to be a wise and virtuous emperor, so you've driven my Jiang family down a path of destruction? Is this what you call a ruler?"

Although he was speaking to Zheng Hongyuan, his last sentence was clearly a rhetorical question to Xiao Huachi.

The emperor's throne is now secure, and he's about to target the Jiang family. Jiang Hetai laughed maniacally, his sinister smile revealing his true intentions: "Your Majesty wishes to avenge what happened back then, but has Your Majesty forgotten that back then..."

"Jiang Hetai, as an important minister in the court, you were entrusted with important responsibilities by the Emperor, who gave you the Ministry of War and even allowed you to interfere in the defense of the palace. I never expected you to be so audacious as to want to rebel. Where do you place the Emperor's sincerity towards you?"

Before Jiang Hetai could refute, Xiao Huachi continued, "Lord Jiang, are you perhaps mistaking the Emperor's benevolence for mere fool? Do you even know the consequences of treason?"

Zheng Zhian, nestled in Xiao Huachi's arms, lowered his head and narrowed his eyes.

What happened back then? Is there some hidden story?

Unexpectedly, Jiang Hetai, who usually seems like a simple-minded and rough man, actually has such a sophistical way of speaking.

He would even turn black into white. Although his father was intentionally praising him, if he hadn't harbored his own ambitions, how could he have been so easily manipulated by his father's simple flattery?

In his heart, the concept of ruler and subject probably had long since disappeared. Now he speaks as if his father was a muddle-headed and intolerant emperor, and he was forced to rebel.

At this moment, Masako and the others were standing a few meters away from them, listening to everything.

Zheng Zijia's eyes widened, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt with all her might. Hadn't her grandfather said that the entire palace was now his people? That her father would appoint her younger brother as crown prince after tonight? And now...

Even if she was still quite young and naive, she now understands what her maternal grandfather is doing.

Is my maternal grandfather going to ruin them, mother and children? Tonight was fine, but now my father is clearly on guard. What should we do? Does my mother know?

Zheng Zijia's mind was in a complete mess, and her body trembled uncontrollably as she thought about what she was about to face.

She turned and ran outside, but was stopped at the gate.

"Second Princess," Fan Nong bowed respectfully, "No one is allowed to move around without the Emperor's order. Please return, Princess."

Upon hearing this, Masako Yoshimi collapsed to the ground, her eyes instantly turning red. She felt a stinging pain on her face from the cold wind, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably...

Hearing Xiao Huachi's question in the courtyard, a biting wind suddenly rose, causing Jiang Hetai's disheveled official robes and hair to dance wildly in the wind. He laughed so hard he was doubled over, looking like a madman.

He stopped after a long pause, “The consequences! He has not given my Jiang family a way out. Life is short, only a hundred years. Since there is no way back, I will take a gamble. If I succeed, I will be above ten thousand people. If I fail, I will just die and return to my rotten bones. I will have no regrets in this life.”

Jiang Hetai, in a frenzy, lunged forward with all his might, attacking Zheng Hongyuan, and said in a gloomy voice, "Even if I fail today, I will still make you, Zheng Hongyuan, suffer a great loss."

"Utterly arrogant." Zheng Hongyuan stood upright, facing forward...

Seeing Jiang Hetai's resolute expression and the unnatural flush on his face in the dim light, his yellowish eyes already bloodshot, Zheng Zhian instantly knew something was wrong. "Father, be careful!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Hetai's body aged rapidly in an extremely strange way, but his physique became several times stronger than before.

Boom~

Neither of them backed down; both were determined to kill the other. In their relentless battle, Zheng Zhian realized that his father had actually been holding back.

In the end, Jiang Hetai was reduced to ashes in the battle. In that final moment, his black lips parted slightly and uttered, "Who can control their own destiny!"

After saying that, he choked on his breath, stopped in mid-air, and his body plummeted downwards.

Zheng Hongyuan's lips were pressed into a straight line, his eyelids were half-closed, and he could not tell whether he was happy or not. However, when he landed on the ground, half of his body was clearly visible in the candlelight shining from afar, while the other half was in the dark shadow.

......

The next day, the sun shone brightly. Zheng Zhian, dressed in a moon-white embroidered brocade dress, stepped out of her bedchamber, tilting her head back and squinting her eyes as she felt the warmth of the sun on her body.

Xiao Linzi followed behind her, watching the princess bathed in sunlight, looking like a little fairy, radiating a vitality he had never seen before.

Like, like the tender buds sprouting on the branches in the distance, full of vigor and vitality.

With such a commotion in the front hall last night, he could only keep in mind his master's words and watch over all the palace servants. As a result, he had no idea what had happened in front of him. But when he saw Danqin and Lingfei being carried back in the early morning, barely alive, he was filled with indescribable shock and fear.

Grand Commandant Jiang is truly capable of plotting a rebellion!

The Jiang family's century-old legacy was thus destroyed in his hands; how could this not be alarming?

Furthermore, if the Emperor and his entourage had not arrived in time last night, the fate of everyone in Muyun Palace would have been unimaginable.

Zheng Zhian let out a final, deep breath and strode out. He walked all the way to Baofan Palace, where imperial guards stood on all sides. Liu Fuquan happened to be standing at the main gate.

He seemed unsurprised by her arrival, took a few steps forward, knelt down to meet her gaze, and said softly, "Princess, the Emperor has said that no one may enter without an imperial decree." Only today did he understand.

The princess probably saw through the emperor's plan long ago; otherwise, given her temperament, why would she have been so obedient as to stay in confinement at Muyun Palace?

What alarmed him even more was the princess's cunning; she was the mastermind behind the initial petition submitted by the scholars.

The princess deceived everyone with her innocent appearance. If it weren't for the Duke of Yun's visit to the palace today, he still wouldn't have figured out the intricacies of the situation.

"Father wants to keep her?" Zheng Zhian's eyes were still clear, and she even had a warm smile on her face. But Liu Fuquan, who was looking at her like this, felt a chill run down his spine.

The princess now looks just like her master when she's angry.

He was smiling, and those who didn't know might not notice anything, but how could the old man who had always served these two not know?

With such cunning and shrewdness, if the princess were a man, the princes in the palace would have no chance of winning.

What a pity, what a pity.

Liu Fuquan quickly concealed his thoughts, a smile on his face, but his words unconsciously carried the respect due to a master: "This old servant does not know."

Zheng Zhian bypassed the people blocking his way and walked directly inside. The guards at the door looked at each other, unsure whether to stop him or not. Only when Liu Fuquan waved slightly did they make way for him.

Zheng Zhian entered as she wished; this was her first time visiting Baofan Palace.

Father might target Jiang Hetai, but he might not target Jiang Yingying. Oh, Father, please don't disappoint me too much.

Jiang Yingying will never let this go, no matter what. Perhaps Jiang Hetai was the one who laid a hand on her mother the first time, but after she was born, they already knew she was a girl, so Jiang Hetai will not be foolish enough to do such a stupid thing again.