The eldest sister was reborn and the younger sister traveled through time. I just want to survive.

Yan Yongchen was summoned to the palace overnight. When he entered the Qianqing Inner Hall, he saw Emperor Yuanjing half-lying on the couch, his face pale and his eyes closed. If it were not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would have looked no different from a dead person.

"Your Majesty!" he called softly.

After a moment of silence, Emperor Yuan Jing slowly opened his eyes, "Lord Yan, you are here?"

"The emperor summoned me, how dare I not come?"

Emperor Yuan Jing did not turn his head to look at Yan Yongchen, his eyes were fixed on the roof, "They all said that I have done too many evil things and was punished by heaven. Do you, Lord Yan, also think that I was wrong?"

He is the emperor, he obviously did nothing wrong, but now everyone says he is wrong, even the woman he cares about most says he is wrong.

But what was his fault? At this moment, he urgently needed someone to tell him that he was not wrong, that he had only made a self-interested choice and done what he should do.

After working together for several years, he could sense that Yan Yongchen and he were the same kind of people, both cold-hearted people who had lost their conscience in order to achieve their selfish goals.

Therefore, he hurriedly summoned Yan Yongchen to the palace, just hoping for a word of affirmation to make his head, which was about to explode, feel better.

"Your Majesty is indeed wrong!" Yan Yongchen said indifferently.

Emperor Yuan Jing was stunned for a moment before he realized what he had said. He turned his head in disbelief, "I was wrong? What was wrong with me?"

Yan Yongchen did not respond to Emperor Yuanjing's question, but said slowly: "The official sent by the emperor to the northern border died in Dingzhou."

Emperor Yuanjing's eyes suddenly widened. Not only was the official who delivered the imperial edict dead, but he also died in Dingzhou. This was enough to prove that Wu Dagui and Gu Yunting had rebellious intentions.

His own son is rebelling against him, and now the general who is entrusted with an important task is also rebelling against him. Could it be that he is really wrong?

No, he was not wrong. He had no choice. Everyone forced him to do it. He had no choice.

It only took a moment for Emperor Yuan Jing to convince himself. He gritted his teeth and said, "That's fine. They are just a bunch of minions. As long as I am here, no one can overthrow Dafeng!"

Yan Yongchen sighed imperceptibly, "The North Vietnamese envoy failed to return to North Vietnam and died!"

There was a "ding-dong" sound, followed by a gurgling sound, and the sandalwood Buddhist beads on Emperor Yuanjing's wrist broke, and the round beads rolled to the ground.

After a long time, Emperor Yuanjing asked in a trembling voice, "Who killed them?" He was so flustered and out of breath that he didn't notice the naked sarcasm on the corner of Yan Yongchen's lips.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to know?" Yan Yongchen still spoke in a calm tone.

"Who is it? Who killed them?" Emperor Yuanjing sat up suddenly, his bloodshot eyes a precursor to a furious collapse.

"It's me." Yan Yongchen uttered these two words lightly from his throat.

Emperor Yuanjing stood there in a daze. All the anger in his heart disappeared in an instant. His fierce and scattered eyes gradually focused. He stared at Yan Yongchen with his eagle eyes, trying to find anything unusual on his face.

Yan Yongchen looked straight at him, his thin lips slightly parted, and he slowly recited word by word: "I am Yu Huai'en, the third prince of Dafeng. I hereby swear a blood curse, cursing the decline of Dafeng. I curse the emperor of Dafeng to die a bad death and go to the eighteen levels of hell a hundred years later. I curse the people of Dafeng to be slaves and prostitutes for generations, and never be able to turn over a new leaf..."

"Shut up, shut up~" Emperor Yuanjing lifted the thin blanket from his body and threw it to the ground like a madman. He walked barefoot to the antique shelf, drew out the ancient sword, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Yan Yongchen's chest.

"How could you know, how could you know..."

Yan Yongchen glanced at the long sword against his chest, without any fear on his face, "If you don't want others to know, then don't do it. Your Majesty has already done it, so don't hide it!"

Facing his deep eyes, Emperor Yuan Jing suddenly understood, "It's you, it's you. It turns out that you have been plotting against me all along."

Yan Yongchen raised the corners of his lips, "Your Majesty is truly a great hero. Even though his mind was eroded by nightmares, he was still able to figure out the reasons so quickly. I admire him very much. Unfortunately, it was too late for the Majesty to understand. Too late!"

"Why? I think I have treated you well, why are you plotting against me?" There was ruthlessness in Emperor Yuanjing's eyes again.

Yan Yongchen was a minister he had promoted. He promised him a high position and generous salary, and gave him power and glory above everyone else. He didn't understand why Yan Yongchen would betray him.

"Heh~" Yan Yongchen sneered, "Sixty-three thousand eight hundred and seventy-six lives have to be taken, someone has to seek justice for them, right?"

The horrifying scene in the dream flashed through his mind, and Emperor Yuanjing subconsciously took a step back. He shook his dizzy brain and looked up at Yan Yongchen again.

"Are you from the Wu Yue tribe? You came to my side to avenge your people."

"Your Majesty is right. I am indeed a member of the Wu Yue tribe. There are more than 60,000 people in the Wu Yue tribe. I am only seeking the lives of all the members of the Yu family to be buried with me. If you calculate carefully, Your Majesty is not at a disadvantage."

Perhaps because he was too frightened, Emperor Yuan Jing's mind became much clearer. "You are planning to come out with a tray today. What do you want? Are you going to kill me?"

Yan Yongchen shook his head slightly, "No, letting a person die is too easy for him. I want the emperor to issue an edict of repentance and confess the crime of massacring the Wu Yue tribe to the people of the world." His tone was as calm and indifferent as ever.

Hearing this, Emperor Yuanjing raised his head and laughed, "Hahahaha...hahahaha...you are wishful thinking. You want me to issue an edict of apology, you are simply wishful thinking!"

He was the emperor of Dafeng, the supreme ruler. He would rather go to hell than issue a self-criticism edict and admit that he had massacred more than 60,000 people.

Yan Yongchen approached him, his gentle eyes suddenly condensed into frost, "Whether I am wishful thinking or not, it all depends on the emperor's decision. As a monarch and a minister, I give the emperor a chance to choose, either make the blood curse public, or issue an edict of guilt."

"I will kill you, I will kill you now!" Emperor Yuanjing's eyes were bloodshot, and he raised his sword to chop at Yan Yongchen.

With a crisp "ding-dong" sound, the long sword was knocked away when it was half an inch away from Yan Yongchen.

The wrist of Emperor Yuanjing, who was holding the sword, felt numb, and his skinny body fell to the ground.

After a moment of panic, Emperor Yuanjing shouted, "Someone, come and save me, come and save me~"

With the sound of chaotic footsteps, Yu Jinzhou and his guards broke into the inner hall.

When Emperor Yuanjing saw his most beloved son, he pointed at Yan Yongchen and shouted as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

"Yan Yongchen is a traitor and is plotting to murder me. Kill him, kill him for me!"

"Father is ill, please do not be too sad or too happy, lest you make a foolish decision without a clear mind." Yu Jinzhou said, looking at Yan Yongchen and bowing, "Father is suffering from hysteria. If I have offended you, please forgive me, Prime Minister Yan, and don't bear any resentment."

Yan Yongchen responded with the courtesy of a monarch and his subject, "Your Highness, there is no need to be polite. Your Majesty is the monarch, and I am only a subject. I dare not harbor any resentment."

Looking at the dazzling harmony between the two, Emperor Yuanjing seemed to guess something, but he was unwilling to believe it, nor did he want to think about it too deeply.

He walked quickly to Yu Jinzhou and grabbed Yu Jinzhou's arm, "I am not sick, I am not ill, it is Yan Yongchen who wants to murder me, my son, please kill him for me, kill him~"