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

When the court officials saw the bloody head, they unconsciously took a step back an inch. Although the head was covered in blood, it was still vaguely recognizable.

This is the Ma Zongzhen who was so powerful just now!

“Brother Ma…Brother Ma…!”

King Wen felt his legs go weak, and his originally arrogant spirit died down in an instant. He supported himself on the ground with his palms and knelt down on his knees.

He pursed his lips tightly, moved his knees forward, and didn't care that his noble white robe made a stain on the ground.

He held up the silent severed head with both hands.

"Brother Ma...it's me who has caused you so much trouble!"

He was in tears, and he didn't know whether he was acting for his supporters and admirers in front of him, or if he was truly crying out for the memory of his brothers who had fought side by side with him.

"Well, everyone here has seen it clearly, right?"

"The fate of a traitor."

Zhao Changlin had already memorized the changes in each minister's facial expressions clearly. Some of the young masters of noble families who had just taken office naturally could not hide their thoughts.

The body is shaking.

He no longer even had the thought of peeking at her.

"Kill me if you can!"

"Let my brother take a good look!"

The large palm touched the eyes of the head and slowly moved down to cover the eyes that were still open after death.

Eyelids closed.

"Kill you?"

"Uncle is still thinking too simply. Even if I kill you, your title will still be there. Do I have to let Prince Wen inherit the throne?"

"That's ridiculous."

Zhao Changlin raised his wrist and moved his slender fingertips slightly. The "Ghosts" who had arrived behind him rushed forward in unison. They drew the long swords at their waists and surrounded King Wen.

"What I want is to catch them all at once, to cut off the weeds and eradicate the roots."

"If we let my uncle go, wouldn't that be making the same stupid mistake as my father?"

"But the Emperor is the Emperor, and I am me."

"I will never show mercy."

The white blades were pointed at him in unison, as if he was back to the night when his brother was assassinated. Zhao Changlin stood in the center of the crowd, surrounded by the Royal Guards.

Treat him with his own way.

Zhao Changlin lowered his fingers, with his fingertips against his palms, and the blades of the shadow guards were all pointed at King Wen, murderous intent bursting out.

She said quietly.

"All officers and men, listen up. King Wen intends to rebel and will be imprisoned in the imperial prison from today."

"No visits are allowed without my order."

This indifferent and neither light nor heavy decree was like a verdict on the failure of King Wen's assassination plan.

King Wen seemed to want to say something else, and he rubbed his legs against the ground and struggled to get up.

But Di Ping's reaction was even quicker. She put one hand on King Wen's shoulder and, without thinking, pushed up with her knee.

The thick black armor on his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. King Wen only felt pain in his back. His waist became more hunched and he lay on the ground in a miserable state.

After all, he is the king of a region, how could he have ever been so miserable?

"You woman! What do you know...!"

"Over the past few decades, I have suffered countless hardships, barely surviving in the palace, and keeping my tail between my legs in my fiefdom to please my useless brother!"

"A gentleman should constantly strive to improve himself!"

"He only covets the country and the beautiful women, and only cares about his own enjoyment... Has he ever taken care of this great country?"

"Why... can't I take my brother's place?"

Hysterical shouting.

A line of clear tears flowed from King Wen's cloudy eyes. All his plans had now been ruined and could not be undone. How could he swallow this?

It must be that woman.

It must be the girl from the Xia family.

She must be using some kind of witchcraft, otherwise how could she have dispatched the ten swords in such a short time.

This is simply a fantasy!

"For the past few decades, you have withheld taxes from your fiefdom and extorted the people's wealth in order to conserve your strength, consolidate your army, and win over the generals."

"I didn't hesitate to spend a hundred taels of gold to win over the officials of the imperial court in various provinces."

"You even go so far as to claim that your son is a fool, a waste, and a disabled person."

Zhao Changlin squatted down and spoke slowly, word by word, as if he was investigating all of King Wen's dirty deeds while he was planning his grand plan.

"Uncle, don't you really think that I know nothing about these things?"

"In that case, uncle is underestimating Changlin too much."

There was no joy in her eyes about wiping out Prince Wen's party. Zhao Changlin knew very well that imprisoning Prince Wen was only the first step in this war for the throne.

Afterwards, voices opposing him would inevitably be heard from princes and generals in various places. If someone with ulterior motives could connect with generals from all over the place and collude with each other, they could launch a large-scale attack on Jinzhou City.

At this time, King Wen, who was imprisoned under his command, still had some use. Zhao Changlin could show the world that as an emperor, he did not execute his uncle who rebelled, but was magnanimous and reduced his uncle's crime.

What's wrong?

She was already magnanimous and pardoned her uncle's high treason and the death penalty.

Isn't that kind enough?

Afterwards, this group of ambitious people will inevitably apply for negotiations with the court and the royal family to find out his attitude and his determination to the throne.

At that time, he had to show his fear and desire to "abdicate" vividly in order to deceive these generals and ministers who claimed to be the orthodox of the Daliang Dynasty.

The negotiations entered the second half, and when he was about to be forced to "abdicate", he only needed to wait until these treacherous ministers let down their guard, thinking that he could achieve twice the result with half the effort, so they set up camp outside Jinzhou City and drank to celebrate halfway.

He would then transfer the troops in his hands from other provinces to launch a surprise attack from behind and catch the enemy in the trap.

Let these people die without knowing how they died.

"You...you...what else are you planning?"

"Zicheng...he...is innocent!"

As if he had thought of something, King Wen opened his eyes wide with fear in his eyes. He supported himself on the ground with his hands and crawled forward a few steps.

He was originally good at flattery and pleasing others, but as his worth has risen over the years, King Wen no longer cares about his previous practices.

"I am responsible for my own actions. Since I cannot defeat you, then I will not defeat you!"

"But you can't kill an innocent child like Zicheng... You can't do this... Zhao Changlin!"

The roar grew louder and louder, almost deafening.

Di Ping frowned, and used some strength with his knees to pin the struggling King Wen to the ground, removing even the last bit of his dignity.

That’s right, only people with dignity deserve the respect of others.

Why should I give face to such a shameless person?

"Are you worthy of calling me by my name?"

"Uncle, from today on, you are no longer the high and mighty prince who can call the wind and rain."

"You are a commoner."