My elder sister forced me to become a concubine; I was reborn and remarried into the emperor's

The past few days had been rainy, but today the sun finally came out, and golden light shone down on the glazed tiles—a long-awaited good omen.

Backlit, a tall and slender figure stood in the light, like a god descending from the sky, and everyone in the hall was stunned by the newcomer.

Seeing the person who should have died reappear, even Pei Yuyan couldn't keep his composure, and a hint of surprise finally appeared on his otherwise impeccable face.

This person's head is right here, so how could he possibly be here unharmed?

He looked at the black box, inside which was indeed a mangled human head, which still emitted a foul stench despite the cooler weather.

But the man walked out of the light step by step. He still had the same cold and expressionless face as before, but there was not a single wound on his body. He was not decapitated as those people had said.

Pei Ji, it really is him.

Pei Yuyan's first reaction was that he had been deceived by his subordinates.

But those people share his fate, so there's no reason for them to lie to him. Is it that kid from the Man family who's behind this? That's impossible too. Man Ziyou would only hate Pei Ji more than he does, and the two of them would never cooperate.

Pei Yuyan couldn't figure out where things had gone wrong. His aura of violence emanated from him, his expression was distorted, and his eyes were fixed on the person in front of him with venomous intent.

He muttered to himself, "You're not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Ji naturally continued, "What am I?"

"already dead?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, like an echo from hell, sending chills down your spine and making you break out in a cold sweat.

Pei Yuyan's fingers tightened. He didn't say anything, but his expression said it all. That was what he meant.

Why would a dead person come back to life? If this head isn't his, whose is it?

Pei Ji's armor was stained with blood, the bloodstains had turned dark black, but the strong smell of blood had not dissipated.

He was tall with even longer legs, and he walked step by step toward the center of the hall.

With each step taken, everyone in the hall felt their hearts tremble.

There were so many people in the hall, and the Imperial Guards with weapons surrounded him, but Pei Ji was all alone, yet no one dared to step forward to stop him, watching helplessly as he entered as if he were in an empty place.

Once he stood still in front of Pei Yuyan, he raised his phoenix eyes slightly. No one saw how he made his move, but by the time they realized what was happening, he had already grabbed Pei Yuyan's neck without any mercy.

His eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "How could I possibly let you have your way?"

Pei Yuyan had practiced martial arts, but his skills were nothing compared to Pei Ji's.

Moreover, with someone choking her by the neck, she had absolutely no chance to resist.

He was already quite tall, but compared to Pei Ji, he looked like a weak scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken, and was actually lifted up by the neck.

Pei Yuyan's face turned bright red and then purple. He struggled desperately with both hands, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, to no avail.

Just as he was about to run out of breath, Pei Ji suddenly released his grip, and he was slammed hard onto the gold brick.

Before he could react, he was grabbed by the collar again and slapped hard across the face.

"This slap is for the soldiers of my Great Yan."

"As the crown prince, you have no pity for the people and plotted to harm our soldiers for your own selfish desires."

With a loud slap, another hand landed.

"This slap is for your father."

"As a child, you not only fail to respect your parents but also fail to educate your younger siblings. You murdered your father and injured your brother for power and status. You are unworthy of being a son."

Each slap was delivered with exceptional force, so hard that Pei Yuyan could not hear a sound, only a buzzing echo remained. His face immediately swelled up, and he was so numb from the pain that he lost all feeling.

The physical pain was one thing, but what embarrassed him even more was being in front of all the civil and military officials.

He could cover up the past before, but now he has nowhere to hide; all his dignity and decency have been stripped away.

Even if he weren't the crown prince, he couldn't tolerate such humiliation.

Pei Yuyan was slapped so hard he fell to the ground, and slowly struggled to his feet.

“Pei Ji is plotting a rebellion. Are you all dead? Kill him! Whoever can kill him will be granted a title and promoted to prime minister when I ascend the throne.”

With Pei Ji's appearance, the ministers' attitudes changed abruptly. They didn't immediately switch sides, but at least no one dared to shout "Long live the Crown Prince" anymore.

Upon hearing this, not a single person dared to raise their head.

Although the Crown Prince is only a half-ruler, Pei Ji is not only a regent, but also the Great Yan War God who wields a large army and can take lives at any time.

Even if we disregard one person, and all the people in their palace attacked together, they probably wouldn't be a match for him.

Everyone wants to be ennobled and appointed as prime minister, but it depends on whether you're destined to achieve it.

Only Gong Hui gritted his teeth. Unlike those civil officials who could beg for mercy and spare his life, he had done too much for Pei Yuyan and there was no turning back.

Since that's the case, we have no choice but to fight to the death.

Gong Hui knew he was capable, but since so much time had passed and there had been no news of anyone else entering the palace, it meant that Pei Ji had disguised himself to get in.

The Imperial Guards weren't pushovers either. No matter how good Pei Ji was at fighting, he couldn't fight against so many opponents. They could wear him down even if it meant exhausting him.

"Pei Ji colluded with the heir of the Northwest King to plot a rebellion, and the evidence is conclusive. Now, he has brought weapons to the Golden Palace, which is tantamount to forcing the emperor to abdicate. If such a traitor is not punished, I, Gong Hui, will be ashamed before His Majesty and the ancestors of the Gong family."

"Brothers, if you are still subjects of the Great Yan and still have blood in your veins, then join me in slaying the traitor."

As he spoke, he drew his sword from his waist and swung it forward, putting the families of most of the Imperial Guards in Gong Hui's hands.

Even if they were timid and fearful, they drew their swords and held them against their chests, either for the sake of their families or to try their luck in the future.

"Traitor, you are all alone, why don't you surrender?"

"If you kneel down now and kowtow to His Highness to beg for mercy, perhaps His Highness will spare your body."

The civil officials inside the palace had long since shrunk to various corners of the palace.

The military officers moved closer to Pei Ji, and even though they had surrendered their weapons before entering the palace and only had their fists left to defend themselves, they still used their bodies to protect Pei Ji.

"Your Highness, we will escort you out. Please go first."

A hint of warmth flashed in Pei Ji's eyes, but his expression remained unchanged. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and said in a calm voice, "Step back."

"Your Majesty..."

"retreat."

Pei Ji's tone was cold and sharp, and his eyes held an undeniable dominance that made people unconsciously submit to him.

Once everyone had stepped back, he drew his broadsword, a long, black, gold blade as wide as a hand, seemingly made of black iron. Sunlight streamed down from the roof, casting a cold, eerie glow upon it.

Gong Hui waved his hand, and everyone simultaneously raised their knives and rushed towards Pei Ji.

Instantly, flashes of swords and shadows appeared throughout the hall, and the sharp sounds of weapons clashing filled the air, sending chills down one's spine.

Although he was only one person with one sword, while the Imperial Guards numbered in the dozens, he did not gain any advantage whatsoever.

Seeing Gong Hui fall straight down with a knife in his chest, Pei Ji gained the upper hand. Without hesitation, Pei Yuyan turned around and retreated to the back hall.

But he had only taken half a step when the black gold longsword shot out with a gust of wind and pierced right in front of him, the force of which was so great that it even pierced through the gold brick.

Did I say you could leave?