Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

Fan Fang was so humiliated that he naturally felt embarrassed. He lifted up his robe, bent his knees slightly, and knelt down with a plop.

His knees hit the bluestone, causing a piercing pain. For his old bones, it was undoubtedly like being in prison.

His head hit the ground heavily.

Fan Fang's trick was often used by civil officials and remonstrators, so Zhao Changlin did not show any sign of panic, but the officials around Fan Fang moved away one after another.

I was afraid that His Highness would think that I was an accomplice of the Grand Secretary of the Dongge.

"I have no second thoughts, I hope Your Highness will understand!"

"Everything I said came from my heart!"

He did not raise his head. The Grand Secretary of Dongge was as determined as if he had eaten a weight. He would not hesitate even if that group of "ghosts" used soul-locking hooks to hook him down today.

He also wants to say everything!

"Good one, he is not double-minded."

Zhao Changlin walked slowly down the stone steps in her white boots, and the shadow guard beside her also followed Zhao Changlin's footsteps and walked slowly down.

The sound of uniform armor rubbing against each other was enough to make one's scalp numb. The timid courtiers did not dare to glance at the creepy black mask.

Fan Fang had almost no time to react. He only heard a slight sound in his ear, and then the cold sword blade was placed on his neck.

Zhao Changlin lowered his eyes condescendingly with a scornful smile on his lips.

"Since the Grand Secretary of the East Pavilion is so loyal to the emperor, how about going to accompany the emperor?"

The voice sounded cold. Fan Fang turned his head to look at the shining sword blade, only to see his old face reflected on it. His fingers were tightly gripping the bluestone slabs, and his breathing was rapid.

Trembling all over.

Relying on his background, Fan Fang often regards himself as a Confucian scholar and thinks highly of himself. However, Your Majesty seems to care more about the military strategists, the Legalists and the Taoists.

Giving him this position can be considered as an explanation to the Confucian school.

But the prince today is completely different from the prince in his memory.

The prince used to be a sleepy little baby who would grab an ancient bamboo slip and frown. Sometimes he would be taught one by one by the masters in the Hanlin Academy.

At that time, he had just become a father.

Therefore, looking at His Highness, I was naturally very pleased and treated Him as a child next door.

Fan Fang was really scared this time. Last time, the arrow just grazed his black hat and did not hurt him, but this time, the prince's sword was placed on his neck.

Show no mercy.

The long blade penetrated the skin an inch, and a trace of bright red blood flowed out along the blade.

"Your Highness, are you going to start a massacre in front of all the ministers in the world and in front of your father's mausoleum?"

King Wen stood up. He was wearing a plain robe, his eyes were dark and he looked a little haggard.

But his tone was still the same as when he was in the emperor's tent, full of rebuke, and he acted condescendingly like an elder.

"A massacre?"

"Uncle is really good at this."

There was a hint of amusement in Zhao Changlin's eyes. Since King Wen was planning to delay his rebellion for a few more days, he had to expose him at this moment.

"There is a group of light cavalry two hundred miles away to the west and east of the imperial mausoleum."

"They are the troops who obeyed my uncle's orders back then. Some of them have already been promoted to high positions. Of course, some of them were unfortunate and have already turned into dust."

"I really didn't know why those people ignored the danger to their lives and obeyed my uncle's orders a few days ago."

Zhao Changlin moved the sword away, lifted the sword from Fan Fang's neck, and placed it across his black wrist guard.

"Now I know."

"Because my uncle is good at winning people's hearts."

"Grand Secretary of the Eastern Pavilion, Commander Gu, how could your uncle not know all these things?"

After hearing the name of Commander Gu, Fan Fang felt something was wrong. Although he advocated that the Prince of Wen should succeed to the throne, he had never thought of rebellion.

Letting His Royal Highness the Crown Prince succeed to the throne is nothing more than the Emperor accepting the Crown Prince as his godson, making it legitimate for him to be adopted from the royal family.

Rebellion means fratricide and is a sign of great disrespect. It is something that no minister in the world wants to see, not to mention once war breaks out.

There will inevitably be bloodshed and casualties.

The country is facing internal and external troubles, a struggle for the throne, rampant bandits, and barbarians in the north.

"Your Highness must have misunderstood. Prince Wen is just...deeply grief-stricken over the death of his brother, so his tone was a little harsh!"

Before King Wen could speak, Fan Fang spoke on his behalf. Zhao Changlin saw that he was being used as a pawn by others and didn't know what to say.

"is it?"

As soon as Zhao Changlin finished speaking, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from all directions, followed by countless arrows shot over, and the sharp blade pierced the dragon flag on the imperial mausoleum with one arrow.

A big hole was instantly torn in the fluttering flag, and the sound of cloth being torn fell into the ears of every minister.

They all held their heads and looked around the imperial mausoleum, and saw a group of cavalry wearing heavy armor coming from the distant hillside.

Murderous.

"We are here on King Wen's orders to arrest the thief!"

The leading general rode on a tall horse, his legs clamped around the horse's belly, his feet on the stirrups, a large bow in his hand, and the red tassel on his helmet fluttering.

"This is Ma Zongzhen!"

Although there were not many cavalrymen behind him, if he had crossbows and the advantage of terrain, he could easily kill them in this mausoleum.

According to previous palace regulations, burying the emperor was a very solemn affair. Even if special exceptions were allowed, the Eastern Palace or the princes could only bring a team of people to ensure their safety.

The periphery of the imperial mausoleum was controlled by the Imperial Guards. Now that Ma Zongzhen was able to barge in so brazenly, he must have used some method to hide it from the Imperial Guards.

Or there is a traitor among the Guards.

The ministers were so frightened that their legs went weak and they fell to the ground. Only a few military officers were left, with their fingers slightly raised, looking around vigilantly.

But Zhao Changlin, who should have been panicking, did not change at all. It seemed that he was not afraid of Ma Zongzhen's threatening words at all.

"Uncle, you have Ma Zongzhen, but I am also blessed with good fortune."

She smiled and tilted her head slightly to avoid an arrow.

The arrow shot weakly onto the ground, twisting crookedly.

Although Ma Zongzhen held military power, he had been living a life of luxury in the garrison for many years. Even if he knew a little about military tactics, his skills were far inferior to his own. How could he possibly hit the target with an arrow from such a distance?

"She's just a sickly girl, Changlin, why do you have high hopes for that woman?"

"You don't think that this king can't predict it, do you?"

King Wen shook his sleeves, clapped his palms lightly, and laughed even happier than Zhao Changlin.

"Do you know why I chose today?"

"That's because, during this day, your defense is the weakest. Water from afar cannot quench a nearby fire."

"What if you are so capable?"

"You want to take this group of powerless civil servants to compete with my cavalry?"

"Hahahahahahahahaha, what a foolish dream!"