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

The Prince Chen's Palace, far away from the capital, was not at peace either.

A group of people came from nowhere and attacked Prince Chen’s palace all night long.

Fortunately, arrangements had already been made in the palace.

In the early morning, Yun Xi stepped onto the ladder, looked at the corpses piled up outside the wall, and sighed.

The fight for the throne is the business of the princes, but it brings disgrace to the common people.

Sin, sin!

I don’t know what the situation is with Xiao Chenyi.

Hope everything goes well!

At this moment, the atmosphere in the court was solemn and tense.

The ministers had gloomy faces and were whispering to each other, their voices filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

"The riot in the capital last night was truly horrifying. The people are in panic. What should we do?" An old minister said with a frown and concern.

"Yes, the riot came so suddenly and without any signs. There must be a mastermind behind it!" another minister echoed, looking nervous.

Another patted his chest in fear and said, "My home is close to the palace. The shouts and screams were so scary. Fortunately, they were suppressed later."

"I wonder what caused this riot?" The old minister looked solemn.

Another group of people were also gathered together discussing.

"By the way, I came early, and the corpse is still at the palace gate. Did you see it when you came?" asked a minister with a goatee, with a pale face.

This was the first time he saw so many corpses, and he almost fainted from fright.

Fortunately, his servant was smart and held him tightly, preventing him from making a fool of himself.

"I didn't see it when I came in." The minister next to him asked curiously, "Did you see the corpse? How much? Was it terrible?"

He regretted that he came so late.

If you saw it, you would brag about it for a long time.

When the goateed minister heard this, the image of a pile of horrific corpses flashed through his mind, and his face turned even paler.

Broken arms and legs are not uncommon, but there was also a severed head with blood gushing out of all the orifices and eyes open, rolling under his feet. Do you think it's scary or not?

His stomach churned, he covered his mouth, waved his hands and ran away.

He had to leave now, or he would vomit. He had to find a place to vomit first.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go! Tell me quickly!" The curious minister hurriedly followed.

He was very anxious! How could he not have first-hand information on such big news?

"I heard that the emperor is now in a coma. How can we deal with this mess?"

In another group of people, a young official had a worried look on his face and his voice trembled slightly.

"How do you know the emperor is in a coma? Wasn't he fine yesterday?" Another official said with a look of disapproval on his face, but he also knew to keep his voice down.

"Someone in my family is a relative of the imperial physician in the palace. I heard it from the imperial physician." The young official pursed his lips and said.

He believed the news was true.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been a sudden riot last night.

Yes, that was a riot. He believed it was a riot among the princes fighting for the throne.

The ministers around him couldn't help but take a breath.

If the emperor were to fall into a coma now, it would be a big problem. The position of crown prince is still vacant.

"I think, maybe there are spies from the enemy country inciting chaos in the city?" The third person in the group put forward his own guess, which caused everyone to murmur and discuss.

Many people nodded. They would rather believe that it was a spies' disturbance than a civil strife among the princes.

No wonder they think so.

Since the emperor came to power, his sons have never been openly scheming against each other. At least on the surface, they are very harmonious and friendly with each other.

The emperor's abilities and power are much stronger than those of the princes. With the current power of these princes, they will die if they rebel.

But, if the emperor fell into a coma...

Did the emperor faint?

Why didn't they get the news?

Everyone was a little confused, and no one wanted to admit that their news was one step later than others.

"No matter what, we must quell this riot as soon as possible and stabilize the situation, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!" Another team of people, one of whom was a military general, clenched his fists and spoke in a firm tone.

There was a riot at the gate of the palace, but he, as a military commander, was unaware of it. How shameful! He must fight with the emperor for an opportunity to suppress the riot.

"Isn't things calm down now?" another minister asked puzzledly.

"What do you know? That's just the quiet on the surface. The person behind the scenes hasn't surfaced yet. Just wait and see, there's more to come!" The general looked confident.

"But are there enough troops in the city now to deal with the situation? How can we maintain public order?" the man raised the key question.

"I don't know!" Everyone fell into deeper worry.

If there were enough troops, the rioters would not have rushed to the gate of the palace, right?

The entire court was filled with noisy discussions. The ministers were anxious, some even arguing with red faces, but they could not think of an effective solution for a while.

Outside the court, there was a burst of hurried and heavy footsteps. It was the sound of neatly aligned armor, deafening.

The ministers couldn't pretend they didn't hear it.

They could only turn around and look towards the gate of the hall.

The vassal king Xiao Chenyi, who was supposed to stay in Shu, was seen wearing a black brocade robe inlaid with gold embroidery, holding the imperial edict of succession that symbolized supreme power, with a solemn and serious expression, striding into the court.

He has a handsome face and a slender figure, which is very attractive.

Xiao Chenyi's eyes were firm and sharp as he looked straight ahead. Every step he took was steady and powerful. The corners of his clothes swayed slightly in the wind, exuding an irresistible majesty.

The ministers in the court were shocked by his sudden appearance. They stopped talking and looked at him.

Xiao Chenyi held his head high and walked straight to the center of the court. He held up the imperial edict in his hand and said loudly, "The emperor is in a coma and in critical condition. The country cannot be without a ruler for a day. The emperor has passed the throne to me. Now the prince holds the imperial edict of succession and inherits the throne to bring peace to the world!"

Xiao Chenyi's firm voice echoed in the empty court, with determination and confidence.

After he finished speaking, he stood there straight, scanning the ministers in the hall. His eyes were sharp, with unquestionable majesty.

The voice was full of energy and extremely loud. It penetrated the entire hall without any obstacles and pierced the eardrums of everyone present.

The ministers suddenly became quiet, and all of them looked unhappy.

All eyes turned to the imperial edict. Some ministers looked surprised, while others frowned with suspicion.

"This...how is this possible?" an old minister said tremblingly.

You are a vassal king!

How could the emperor allow a vassal king to succeed to the throne? This is against the rules!

All the ministers had their own princes.

Only Xiao Chenyi, who was stripped of his crown prince position and exiled to the barren Shu land to be a vassal king, was not the one they supported.

Xiao Chenyi sneered and shouted, "How dare you! This is the emperor's personal order, with the imperial seal on it. Who dares to question it?"

After saying this, he unfolded the imperial edict, and the bright red jade seal was clearly visible, which shocked everyone.

"This prince follows the will of heaven and inherits the throne. Who dares to disobey?" The prince's eyes were like torches as he scanned everyone present.