Space Farming: Traveling through Ancient Times to Do Business

"Your Majesty, can't you see my son's excellence and talent? How much effort and hard work he has put into the Daxuan Kingdom, are you turning a blind eye to it?" Yang Guifei on the side could no longer bear it. Her voice became louder and louder, with uncontrollable anger and disappointment. Her voice echoed in the palace, as if to shatter all the injustices and prejudices.

Her chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed to be fighting against the anger in her heart. Her body trembled with anger, as if she wanted to vent all her dissatisfaction and grievances.

"My son is talented in both civil and military affairs, both wise and brave. He is qualified for the throne of Daxuan Kingdom in every aspect. Should his talent and contributions be ignored by you again and again just because he is my son? Is this fair to you? Is this fair to my son?" Yang Guifei's tears were swirling in her eyes, flashing with crystal tears, but she forced them back. Her anger had surpassed her sadness, and she wanted to let the emperor see her determination and dissatisfaction.

However, the emperor's words were like a sharp knife, piercing Yang Guifei's heart: "Evil concubine, you have poisoned me again and again, don't you think I don't know?"

Hearing this, Yang Guifei felt a sharp pain in her heart. She laughed out loud, with endless bitterness and despair in her laughter: "It's you, it's all your fault. My son is so good. But it doesn't matter, after all, all this belongs to my son."

Xuan Zhentian looked at the eldest prince Xuan Yuli with disappointment. Their father-son relationship had finally come to this point.

Is there resentment? Is there grievance? Long ago, Xuan Zhentian realized that the second prince, who was as gentle as jade in front of others, was pretending to be gentle and elegant.

But at that time he thought that they were all his children, and it was better to let them pretend to be kind and righteous than to let them expose their true nature and persecute the people.

Xuan Zhentian looked at Xuan Yuli with regret and sighed, "It has been really hard for you over the years. It is not easy to be a two-faced person. If one day you can really sit on the throne of the emperor, will you let yourself go? By then, I am afraid that the great Xuan Kingdom will be destroyed in your hands."

When Xuan Yuli heard this, he sneered, but did not say anything. He knew in his heart that he had waited too long for this day, and no matter how his father viewed him, he would not give up this opportunity.

At this moment, Ying Yan saw the secret guard's eyes signaling, and whispered in Xuan Zhentian's ear: "Your Majesty, everything is ready."

Xuan Zhentian nodded and said solemnly, "Help me over there."

With the support of Ying Yan, Xuan Zhentian slowly walked towards the dragon throne, which symbolizes supreme power.

He ignored Xuan Yuli's greedy eyes and sat down calmly. His tone was calm but with unquestionable majesty: "I have always known your wolfish ambitions. I also know that you have long been working with Yang Guifei to drug me, assassinate the prince, kill the Chen family, win over ministers, and even want to annex the Feng family. Do you think I really don't know all these things?"

Xuan Yuli felt flustered when he heard this.

He looked around and saw only silence. According to the plan, many guards should have come with long swords to force the emperor to abdicate, but why was there no news after so long?

Could it really be that "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind"? No! This is absolutely impossible! It must be that my father is deliberately making things mysterious!

Xuan Zhentian picked up the tea on the table, drank it in big gulps, then he sighed deeply and said softly: "Someone, come here, it's time to close the net!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a team led by Nangong De and Nangong Rong came over in armor and cloaks fluttering. Following them were civil and military officials, a mighty and majestic procession.

Xuan Yuli looked at Yang Guifei, only to see her looking at her father helplessly, her eyes full of despair and confusion.

He couldn't believe that his plan was exposed like this.

"Impossible, where are my people!" he roared, trying to find the last glimmer of hope.

"Your people, hahahaha, everyone in this world belongs to me." Xuan Zhentian laughed loudly, his voice full of majesty and confidence, "I know that I won't live long, but this world is not something that people like you can get."

"Yes, people like me." Xuan Yuli understood that he had lost.

He laughed, his voice full of bitterness and helplessness, "My mother was born in a humble family, so I am humble too. But isn't the prince's mother just as humble? Why is fate so unfair?"

"Li'er!" Yang Guifei wanted to get closer to him but was stopped by the guards.

Her eyes were filled with tears as she watched Xuan Yuli walk towards his doom step by step.

"Since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I, Xuan Yuli, have come to this point, and I have no regrets." After Xuan Yuli finished speaking, he rushed towards the emperor, trying to make a final struggle.

"Li'er!" Yang Guifei's cry was drowned in the chaos.

"Second Prince!" Some guards loyal to him also tried to rush forward to rescue him.

"Brother Li!" Some people who were close to him were also calling his name, trying to get him to turn back.

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As soon as he arrived outside the palace, Feng Qingyu was shocked by the scene before him.

They should have arrived earlier, but because Jiang Xue rescued a man in black on the way, their journey was delayed for a few days.

Now, he stood in a daze at the gate of the palace. The scene before him filled him with confusion and astonishment.

The once prosperous imperial palace now seemed like hell on earth.

The road that must be passed is full of broken walls and devastation.

There were countless bodies lying on the ground, the injured people were wailing constantly, the blue-gray stone road was covered with blood and dirt, and the previous color could not be seen. The air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood and gunpowder, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The battle was over, and the entire palace seemed to have turned into a Shura field. These shocking scenes made Feng Qingyu know that something had happened in the palace even though he usually didn't care about government affairs!

Jiang Xue's heartbeat quickened, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind. Is Ah Chen safe?

But she had no time to think about why the luxurious and peaceful palace yesterday had turned into a Shura battlefield overnight. What happened in the palace? Was there a rebellion, or an enemy country invading, or something big happened? And who was the instigator of all this?

Anyway, none of this matters to her. She has come here desperately for only one purpose, which is to find Achen.

"Achen, Achen, where are you? Achen..." Jiang Xue suppressed all the emotions in her heart, not caring about the previous fear of the dead body, and not caring whose blood was stained on her white skirt. She just rushed into the palace, her eyes full of anxiety as she searched around. It was not difficult to hear the worry and fear that could not be concealed in her shouts!