The more cowardly a person is, the more wild they are; I've driven the villainous minister craz

Just as the sedan chair turned the corner of the palace wall, a dark shadow seemed to silently sweep past the eaves.

Ying Wang seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up, only to see a falling leaf.

"Your Highness?" the attendant asked, puzzled.

Ying Wang withdrew his gaze. "It's nothing, let's continue."

Outside the Hall of Longevity, there were three times more guards than usual.

No one but him and his men can break in here.

King Ying nodded in satisfaction and strode into the palace.

Xiao Fuzi knelt beside the dragon bed. Seeing Prince Ying enter, he quickly kowtowed: "Your Highness, His Majesty has just taken his medicine and fallen asleep..."

Prince Ying waved his hand to interrupt: "It's alright, I just came to see His Majesty."

He walked to the bedside and saw that the emperor's face was ashen and his breathing was weak. A slight smile appeared on his lips.

When Xiao Fuzi saw the smile on his lips, she couldn't help but shiver.

Prince Ying noticed Xiao Fuzi's reaction and swept his sinister eyes toward him.

Xiao Fuzi trembled even more violently, not daring to raise her head at all.

"Your Majesty." Prince Ying stopped in front of the dragon bed, looking down at the emperor. "I have something to report."

Xiao Fuzi said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness, His Majesty has already gone to sleep..."

Prince Ying's face flashed with impatience, and he kicked Xiao Fuzi directly, "Shut up! I'm talking to His Majesty, who gave you the right to interrupt?"

He kicked with all his might, sending Xiao Fuzi flying. Her body slammed heavily against the corner of the table with a loud "bang".

Such a commotion woke up even Li Yuanhe, who was fast asleep.

When Prince Ying saw that the emperor had woken up, the fierce look on his face softened, and he slowly took out a roll of bright yellow silk from his sleeve and unfolded it in front of the bed.

He smiled and said, "Your Highness, nephew."

His voice was kind and gentle, "I have come today to request that you affix your seal to this imperial edict."

Li Yuanhe looked up and saw that what Prince Ying was holding was a decree of succession. He immediately coughed violently, his cheeks turning purple. "Uncle... can't wait that long...?"

Prince Ying's smile remained unchanged. "Nephew, it's not that your uncle couldn't wait. Your uncle originally intended to patiently wait for your passing, but unfortunately, you insisted on summoning Yun Shang back."

Li Yuanhe struggled to sit up, his eyes unusually sharp: "So... Imperial Uncle is afraid of Yun Shang..."

Prince Ying's face darkened, as if his thoughts had been exposed, and his expression became extremely unpleasant.

He suddenly grabbed the emperor's hand: "Afraid? Would I be afraid of a mere brat?"

Upon seeing this, Xiao Fuzi cried out in alarm, "Your Highness, you mustn't! Your Highness, you mustn't! You can't offend His Majesty like this!"

Prince Ying remained unmoved, and simply sneered, "I know he has entered the capital, but now this capital is full of my men. If he dares to enter the palace, I will make sure he is reduced to ashes and his body is never found!"

“Nephew,” Prince Ying smiled, his tone cold and sinister, “I don’t want to harm you either, so be sensible and obediently affix your seal. I will make sure you have a comfortable last few days in this world.”

A mocking smile appeared on Li Yuanhe's pale face: "After pretending for so long, Imperial Uncle has finally revealed his ambition."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled a dagger from under his pillow, and with a flash of cold light, he thrust it straight at Prince Ying's throat!

King Ying was terrified and hastily retreated, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

The dagger grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

"You!" King Ying clutched his wound, his eyes blazing with murderous intent and disbelief. "How do you still have the strength?"

Blood splattered on Li Yuanhe's face, making him look exceptionally cold and ferocious. "Uncle, I'm not dead yet."

Upon hearing this, Prince Ying sensed something was amiss. He abruptly drew a soft sword from his waist, gripped it tightly, and prepared to stab the emperor.

At the critical moment, Xiao Fuzi suddenly got up from the ground and stood in front of the emperor with lightning speed, blocking Ying Wang's soft sword with the dagger in her hand.

Prince Ying was utterly astonished, "You—you actually know martial arts?!"

Xiao Fuzi wiped the blood from his mouth. "This servant's life was given to me by His Majesty. Now that I am His Majesty's personal attendant, I must protect His Majesty. If I didn't have some ability, how would I dare to stay by His Majesty's side?"

Suddenly, Ying Wang's eyelids started twitching, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

"No—impossible!" He pointed his soft sword at Xiao Fuzi. "I have prepared everything. The imperial guards in this palace have all been replaced with my men. You alone cannot protect the emperor!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a scream suddenly came from outside the hall.

Immediately afterwards, shouts of battle arose, and the clanging of weapons clashing echoed throughout the palace walls.

"Report—" A guard, covered in blood, rushed in. "Your Highness! Yun Shang has led his men into the palace! The Imperial Guards...the Imperial Guards have defected!"

Prince Ying's expression changed drastically: "Impossible! Where is the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards?!"

"To command him..."

Before the guard could finish speaking, an arrow flew through the air and struck him squarely in the back.

Holding a longbow, Yun Shang strode into the hall with a troop of imperial guards: "Your Highness Prince Ying, how have you been?"

The person standing next to Yun Shang was the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards.

King Ying's eyes widened in fury; there was nothing he didn't understand. "You've been deceiving me all along!"

Li Yuanhe sighed, "Royal Uncle, stop struggling."

Ying Wang suddenly turned to look at him, his eyes surging with ferocity.

"Hahaha..." King Ying laughed maniacally, "Then do I have any way out? Will you be so magnanimous as to let me go?"

Li Yuanhe remained silent. Just then, Prince Ying suddenly sprang up, shoving aside Xiao Fuzi, and thrust his soft sword straight at Li Yuanhe.

Yun Shang's eyes were icy as he drew his bow and nocked an arrow.

The arrow, sharp as a blade, pierced Ying Wang's right hand, which was holding a sword, in an instant!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiao Fuzi stepped forward, kicked the soft sword away, and tied his hands.

Yun Shang stepped forward and pressed the tip of his sword against the prince's throat: "Your Highness, do not move, or this sword may accidentally cut your neck and you will die."

The struggling King Ying froze instantly.

But he was still unwilling to give up, shouting loudly, "Li Yuanhe, how much longer can you live with this broken body? If you don't pass the throne to me, who else can you pass it to?"

Li Yuanhe coughed a few times, covering his mouth. "How does Imperial Uncle know that I have no children?"

Prince Ying's pupils contracted. "The eldest prince is dead, and only three princesses remain in the palace. Do you still intend to pass the throne to a princess?!"

Li Yuanhe glanced at Yun Shang, who nodded slightly and said to the outsiders, "Bring the eldest prince in."

As soon as she finished speaking, a wet nurse slowly walked in carrying a chubby and adorable child. The child looked to be no more than a year old and was holding a rattle drum in his hand.

He watched this scene at the Hall of Longevity without fear, his dark, grape-like eyes looking left and right as if he found it all very novel.

Prince Ying stared wide-eyed at the child in the wet nurse's arms: "Impossible! The eldest prince has clearly died!"

Li Yuanhe leaned weakly against the dragon bed, but a glint of light shone in his eyes: "Imperial Uncle, how could my son die so easily?"

The wet nurse carried the child to the emperor's side. Upon seeing his father, the little prince immediately stretched out his chubby little hands and babbled, "Ya...ya..."

This call brought tears to Li Yuanhe's eyes.

He reached out his trembling hand and gently stroked the child's cheek: "Yu'er, be good..."

Prince Ying's face turned ashen, then he suddenly burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha... What a Li Yuanhe! What a masterful deception! I underestimated you!"

"Do you think I've been defeated just like that? My army of 30,000 is still outside the city!"

"If they don't receive my order, they will enter the city and slaughter the people. Li Yuanhe, even if I don't become emperor, I won't let you get away with this!"