Dressed as cannon fodder and vowing to kick the heroine’s head off

The entire palace was filled with a tense atmosphere in every corner, as if even the air had frozen.

Any stranger who attempts to approach the palace will be instantly locked onto by countless vigilant eyes, and will be killed without mercy if he makes the slightest movement.

The palace tonight is like a sleeping beast. Although it is quiet, once it is angered, it will burst out with astonishing power.

It was a dark and windy night, and the streets of the capital fell into an unprecedented silence in the middle of the night.

The bustling scene on ordinary days has disappeared without a trace, leaving only the deserted stone road glowing faintly under the dim moonlight.

The cold wind whistled through the narrow streets, making the shabby lanterns on the corners sway and creak. The weak lights flickered in the wind, as if they would go out at any time.

Occasionally a few wild cats jumped out from the shadows, their eyes flashing strangely in the darkness. They looked around vigilantly, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The shops on both sides of the street had their doors tightly closed, the copper locks on the door panels reflecting a cold luster in the moonlight. The signs swayed slightly in the wind, making a dull clanging sound.

The night watchman hunched his neck and knocked weakly on the clapper in his hand. The sound echoed in the empty street, sounding particularly desolate.

The strange silence made him feel uneasy. As if he could sense the coming storm, he quickened his pace and left in a hurry, no longer as leisurely as usual.

At a distant street corner, a patrol of soldiers walked by with heavy steps. The sound of their armor rubbing against each other was particularly clear in the silence. They looked nervous, and their eyes were vigilantly scanning every corner around them.

Suddenly, a crow on the eaves let out a strange cry, flapped its wings and flew into the night sky, breaking this brief peace and causing people to feel an inexplicable fear in their hearts.

The sound of heavy footsteps and the clash of armor broke the silence of the night. A black army was marching rapidly through the streets with neat and heavy steps.

The soldiers all looked solemn, their eyes cold and determined under their helmets. They held spears in their hands, and the swords on their waists gleamed coldly in the dim moonlight. The flags at the front of the team fluttered in the wind, and the pattern symbolizing majesty and power was faintly visible in the darkness.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the heavily armored cavalrymen rode their tall war horses, with sparks flying from the collision of horseshoes and stone pavement. The horses snorted loudly, and the white breath they exhaled quickly dissipated in the cold air.

The footsteps of the infantry were in perfect unison, and each step made the ground tremble slightly. Their armor rubbed against each other, making a chilling "crackling" sound. The heavy footsteps echoed in the narrow streets, like the death drumbeat coming from the depths of hell.

Torches flickered in the ranks, and the jumping flames illuminated the tense faces of the soldiers, outlining their resolute outlines. The doors and windows of the houses on both sides of the street were closed, and the people shivered in their houses, praying that the coming storm would not affect them.

The army rolled forward in the streets of the capital like a raging black torrent, rushing towards an unknown fate with a murderous aura. Wherever they passed, dust flew, and the silent capital was instantly filled with tension and fear, foreshadowing that a shocking mutiny was about to begin.

After Heisan arranged things, he came back and stood guard outside Mibao's door. His mission was to protect the little princess.

There were two maids who knew martial arts guarding Mi Bao's room.

Yun Xi was also in the room, dozing off with her eyes closed. Something big was about to happen, so she needed to get enough rest first.

Deep within the majestic and solemn imperial palace, a tense and depressing atmosphere permeated the sleeping chamber.

The emperor lay unconscious on the dragon bed, his face as pale as paper, his usual majesty completely worn away by the pain. Several imperial doctors beside him were trembling as they discussed the prescription.

These imperial doctors felt like the sky was falling!

The emperor was obviously exhausted this time. They tried the usual methods, but to no avail.

I don't know which damn woman gave the emperor such a strong tiger and wolf medicine! Isn't this going to kill the emperor?

Outside the emperor's bedroom, four or five princes each had their own thoughts, their eyes eager and greedy.

The second prince, Xiao Mubai (mother Consort Xiao), is gentle but not domineering enough; the third prince, Xiao Yunfeng (mother Consort Li), is a bit hypocritical and doesn't know it even when he is seen through; the fourth prince, Xiao Hua (mother Consort Wan), is lively and doesn't like to read or write. The only thing these three princes have in common is that they all look like him - shorter and uglier. The fifth prince (12 years old) Xiao Lansheng (mother Consort Ling)

The second prince, Xiao Mubai, frowned and paced back and forth, secretly wondering whether his power was enough to control the overall situation.

The third prince, Xiao Yunfeng, stood aside, talking in a low voice with his confidant (eunuch), and occasionally glanced in the direction of the bedroom, revealing his eagerness and ambition.

The fourth prince Xiao Hua had a gloomy face and clenched his fists. He knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he could successfully ascend to the throne, he would be able to fulfill his mother's long-cherished wish. He seemed calm, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his inner nervousness and excitement.

The fifth prince, Xiao Lansheng, had been under house arrest because the emperor was angry at him for not receiving timely medical treatment when the emperor fainted in his mother's palace last time. He was only released a few days ago.

After experiencing that incident, he actually grew up quickly.

He had no interest in the imperial power, but now he was eager to take power. With power, no one could lock him up.

He felt that God had mercy on him and heard his prayers.

Look, my father is in a coma again!

This time, he was no longer soft-hearted.

He has sent a message to his uncle, General Ling. When his uncle arrives, he will be able to completely control the palace.

By then, everything will be within his grasp!

The more Xiao Lansheng thought about it, the more excited he became, as if he had seen himself sitting on the throne. He was so excited that his face turned red and his neck became thick.

A group of princes were together, but they didn't talk to each other, nor did they ask the imperial physician about their father's condition. They all thought about their own things.

"Now that my father is in a coma, the throne should be occupied by me!" The second prince Xiao Mubai was the first to break the silence, his voice somewhat anxious.

Are these brats blind?

What sweet dreams are you dreaming of, all in silence?

He is now the eldest prince, and he has been helping his father the longest in the court. According to seniority, why is he always the crown prince?

"Second brother, you are too arrogant. In terms of talent and strategy, I am not inferior to you." The third prince Xiao Yunfeng retorted with a sneer.

Whoever shows weakness at this time will suffer.

"Hmph, stop fighting, the throne belongs to me!" The fourth prince glared at them, looking furious. What the hell are you talking about in front of him?

Don’t you know that the emperor likes him the most?

For a while, the brothers quarreled endlessly and were on the verge of a fight, completely ignoring the emperor who was lying on the sickbed with his life or death uncertain.