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

"King Wen is questioning me here, but he has no concerns about my father's health?"

Zhao Changlin looked at the guards surrounding him with a stern face. They were all familiar faces.

Some of the guards felt guilty, some bowed their heads, some felt remorseful, and some were doubtful.

"You know how my brother is doing... but you have only been the crown prince for a few days and you are already so ambitious!"

King Wen was filled with righteous indignation. He swung his long sleeves, looked back at the eunuch, and ordered in a dignified tone: "General Manager, go and check on the emperor's brother's condition."

"Let's see if this little eunuch is just spreading rumors to confuse the people, or is what he said true?"

?The eunuch nodded, his face showing an anxious expression. His Majesty the Emperor is his umbrella of protection. If anything happens to His Majesty the Emperor... he will suffer as well.

So, the worry in the eunuch's eyes was not false. He lifted his robe, walked hurriedly past the pool of blood, and stepped over the dying eunuch.

He gently lifted the curtain and stuck his head inside. He smelled the familiar scent of ambergris and a strong smell of blood.

?The eunuch's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he didn't care about the royal etiquette at this moment, and hurriedly took a few steps forward.

All I saw was countless blood splashes on the dragon tent behind the curtain, like stars in the sky, which was very terrifying.

A pale hand hung above the dragon bed, covered with green marks, and blood dripped onto the yellow dragon robe.

The blood flowing on the fingertips had already coagulated and turned brown.

“Your Majesty… Your Majesty…!”

"His Majesty…!"

Even though he had seen many scenes, the father-in-law was now heartbroken. He knelt on the ground, his hands trembling and he could hardly breathe.

His crying and shouting made the people outside the curtain realize what was happening, and they all fell silent, not daring to even breathe.

The emperor... who was drinking and chatting happily with his ministers yesterday... has passed away!

How can one believe this...

Although the emperor is no longer young and is not as strong as before, he is still the emperor and has the best imperial doctors in the world.

Zhao Changlin also walked in, ignoring the guards behind her who had drawn their swords against her. She opened the curtain and grabbed the jade beads with her fingers. The cold beads spread throughout her limbs and bones.

An old, pale hand lay lifeless beside the bed, the brown blood having long since dried up.

"Father…"

Zhao Changlin had thought about her father's death many times in her mind. She did not have very deep feelings for her father. When she was a child, she was alone in the deep palace and had long been accustomed to what loneliness was.

"It's you...it's you!"

"You killed my brother!"

King Wen held up his robe, raised his hands to the sky, and fell to his knees in a pool of the emperor's blood. His voice was sorrowful and tears flowed from his eyes.

On the contrary, Zhao Changlin, who was calm on the side, seemed out of place.

The cries came one after another. Eunuch and King Wen fell forward in front of the dragon bed, seemingly unable to control their grief.

"Excuse me, Your Highness, Princess. According to the palace regulations, as the commander of the Royal Guards, I must now detain you."

"Until... the truth of the matter is revealed, you have no right to freedom."

The commander of the Royal Guards held a long sword, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly. He was extremely respectful because a few days ago, His Majesty the Emperor had ordered Her Royal Highness the Princess to become the direct commander of the Royal Guards.

"Do you think I did it, Ling Tong?"

Zhao Changlin only asked in a calm voice, but Ling Tong felt as if he was facing a great enemy. He had been the commander of the Imperial Guards for so many years, and he rarely felt so embarrassed and helpless.

He is not a fool.

Her Royal Highness the Princess asked this, probably to confirm her position and which side she should stand on.

Ling Tong closed his eyes, fell to his knees, and answered sincerely: "Your Highness, I am only acting in a just manner... I hope Your Highness can understand what I have done."

"I hope Your Highness will not embarrass me."

As the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard, Ling Tong did not need to kneel down, and he did nothing wrong in exercising his authority. According to royal regulations, if the emperor was assassinated, whoever appeared at the scene would be imprisoned.

But the reason why he knelt down was that he felt that he had offended Her Royal Highness the Princess. He was still a subject of the Emperor, so he knelt down to Her Royal Highness the Princess.

"You are loyal to your duty, but you know that your eyes are blinded. A fool will only become an arrow of others."

Zhao Changlin sighed inwardly. His father had already warned him before that his death would be imminent.

It seems that my father has long known that King Wen had such ulterior motives.

He also anticipated his own ending.

"Ling Tong, why do you care so much? His Majesty has passed away! The murderer should be arrested!"

"She is not some princess now!"

"She's just a murderer!"

King Wen raised his head from the dragon bed. His eyes were slightly swollen from crying. His voice was passionate and very capable of stirring people's emotions. Then a group of guards rushed up from behind him.

They drew out their blades one after another and surrounded Zhao Changlin in unison.

The ministers on the other side shrank their heads like quails, except for a few brave ones who kept watching the situation here.

They stuffed their hands tightly into their sleeves, constantly wondering in their hearts whether it would be the eldest princess who would ascend the throne or the ambitious King Wen after the emperor's death.

"As the crown prince, I ask everyone present here, do you think...I killed my father?"

Zhao Changlin looked at the countless cold rays pointed at his neck. In the past, this group of people were allies to him, but now they were facing each other with knives.

She was neither humble nor arrogant, with an upright posture, standing between the blades. She showed no fear of the encirclement and suppression of the Guards, but instead showed a pale smile.

The injury from the past few days has caused Zhao Changlin to not wear any makeup these days, but she looks so fragile and pale, yet seems extremely cold and ruthless.

"You still have something to quibble about!"

King Wen stood up in a rage, walked over, and nimbly snatched the long sword of the guard beside him.

"Why are all the civil and military officials in the court silent?"

"Everyone remember this, if one day I - Zhao Changlin..."

As he spoke, there was a sound of breaking air, and a long knife came slashing towards him. Zhao Changlin did not hesitate or dodge. Instead, he stretched out his hand and grasped the blade directly.

Some ministers standing by couldn't bear to watch it and covered their faces with their sleeves or just turned away.

The sharp blade cut through the skin, and scarlet blood flowed out like a winding river, flowing along Zhao Changlin's palm and into his sleeves.

"Once you ascend to this great throne, none of you present here can escape, and none of you can stay out of it."

She spoke in a fierce tone and tightly gripped the long sword. Even King Wen had not expected such a desperate momentum.

Their eyes met and he dodged for a moment.

It was out of guilt and fear that he saw his former royal brother.